tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89285195118569179882024-03-12T17:58:44.176-07:00Oficina das Letras & Artesannaribeirocorreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336365917697846213noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928519511856917988.post-28862870805704635822011-06-20T14:40:00.000-07:002011-06-20T14:44:48.694-07:00Alem das Janelas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfnejdbdTfs/Tf-8cLY9GnI/AAAAAAAAACo/9NGbUKa_tk4/s1600/janela4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfnejdbdTfs/Tf-8cLY9GnI/AAAAAAAAACo/9NGbUKa_tk4/s1600/janela4.jpg" /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Em caminhos certos , como incertos</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Tal como abismo não imagináveis</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Como nos sonhos vai caindo lentamente...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Neste estranho caminho,</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Vê paredes sem janelas.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Um espaço de começo sem fim...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Reluz o fio prata em cabeça de anjo.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ainda inerte... Sonhos sem cores de sentimentos,</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Nas embaralhadas turvas lembranças,</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Em evidencias sensíveis,</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Percebeu estar alem da linha da compreensão...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">De alma sem corpo,</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Partiste sem despedir.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Anna Ribeiro</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">***</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></span></div>annaribeirocorreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336365917697846213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928519511856917988.post-34057588482511462462011-06-20T14:20:00.000-07:002011-06-20T14:20:39.884-07:00No Olhar do Tempo<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ctnnLxmanB8/Tf-1WUozeyI/AAAAAAAAACk/KKBCrG6ecIo/s1600/boladesabao.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ctnnLxmanB8/Tf-1WUozeyI/AAAAAAAAACk/KKBCrG6ecIo/s320/boladesabao.JPG" width="320" /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Absorta em canteiros de amor - perfeito</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Tento plantar vida em palavras</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Olhar no espelho, ir além de minhas rugas</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Virando dia e noite virar viramundo,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Correr o mundo como bolhas de sabão.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Como poetisa, ver a lua do meio dia!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Beijar o sol do meia noite!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Gracejando as lembranças da infancia,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Cantarolar, Da abóbora faz melão...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Deitar na grama, viajar nas nuvens,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sol e chuva, pisar na poça d'água.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Correr atrás da borboleta,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Piscar para o beija-flor!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">De saia rodada,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Rodopiar ao vento,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ouvir a Fada ou a Bruxa!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Enquanto a alma viaja em prazeres...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">No jardim do amor-perfeito</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Das petalas jogadas ao tempo</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Apenas palidas saudades.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Anna Ribeiro.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">***</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ctnnLxmanB8/Tf-1WUozeyI/AAAAAAAAACk/KKBCrG6ecIo/s1600/boladesabao.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-De_5KgHd5Zs/Te6fdJuj2_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_xvwTUwKzWg/s1600/capadama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div>annaribeirocorreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336365917697846213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928519511856917988.post-11480571335382350762011-06-14T07:03:00.000-07:002011-06-14T07:14:17.798-07:00Sufoco<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zV5o-0Np4iE/Tfdn3CkpuJI/AAAAAAAAACY/WblWYIN3ncQ/s1600/grafite5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zV5o-0Np4iE/Tfdn3CkpuJI/AAAAAAAAACY/WblWYIN3ncQ/s320/grafite5.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A volúpia da musica</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Leva-me a transcender.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">...Da ausência,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Todas as lembranças.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ao acaso das petalas jogadas,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ainda que da foto rasgada.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Você ainda presente.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Em mim?!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Apenas saudade.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Anna Ribeiro.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Art/ grafite.</span></span></span></div>annaribeirocorreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336365917697846213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928519511856917988.post-22888813260168968252011-06-14T06:47:00.000-07:002011-06-14T06:47:58.520-07:00Trovas / Anna Ribeiro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5J846eRYfG4/TfdkIYO9xCI/AAAAAAAAACU/z4G7KwteKiM/s1600/adrosas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5J846eRYfG4/TfdkIYO9xCI/AAAAAAAAACU/z4G7KwteKiM/s320/adrosas.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Em paginas amassadas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Poemas de rosas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Em folhas rasgadas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lembranças amargas</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nº 2</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A noite passa</div><div style="text-align: center;">Repete suspiros e tremores</div><div style="text-align: center;">No coração repassa</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sonhos e Amores.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nº 3</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Entre ramos e flores</div><div style="text-align: center;">Canta o Bem -te-vi!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Declarando amores,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que madrugada ouvi</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tela / criação própria.</div>annaribeirocorreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336365917697846213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928519511856917988.post-91029215458481905632011-06-14T06:15:00.000-07:002011-06-14T06:15:54.926-07:00Breves Minutos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXS2irYCiI4/TfddPufKUlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/z6HJ1wjZLtY/s1600/brevminutos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXS2irYCiI4/TfddPufKUlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/z6HJ1wjZLtY/s1600/brevminutos.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Olhando o relogio</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hora, que foram sinopse</div><div style="text-align: center;">Na incerteza...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Darei cordas as palavras</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">No que me diz em horas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Versos em nuances de esperanças</div><div style="text-align: center;">Precisarei acordar...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mas... Rodando os ponteiros da vida</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Estarão pendurados em cordas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">todos os tempos incertos que me foram impostos</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ainda assim, quero ser feliz!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que seja por breves minutos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anna Ribeiro.</div>annaribeirocorreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336365917697846213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928519511856917988.post-20809539265815808372011-06-14T06:02:00.000-07:002011-06-14T06:02:45.125-07:00Que, Querer...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CDFjzAzH3I/TfdY9pUESOI/AAAAAAAAACM/4rvX0pEze0s/s1600/aflrsas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CDFjzAzH3I/TfdY9pUESOI/AAAAAAAAACM/4rvX0pEze0s/s320/aflrsas.jpg" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Deste amor que atravessa meu coração</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Neste quase louco viver</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Quero apenas sentir você.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Amor que me enrosco, Ah de mim!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Quem me condena,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Este não sabe amar.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Quem estes versos ler;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Podera deste nem entender...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Que diga em seus versos,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Que do amor, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">O veneno não bebeú.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Tela/ criação própria.</span></div>annaribeirocorreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336365917697846213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928519511856917988.post-55500991406656377782011-06-09T08:58:00.000-07:002011-06-09T08:58:26.401-07:00CONTO-/ Anna Ribeiro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m-XE_oG-xOA/TfDX9UTOY3I/AAAAAAAAACI/iXHXMOCSoew/s1600/esta%25C3%25A7aomente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="309" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m-XE_oG-xOA/TfDX9UTOY3I/AAAAAAAAACI/iXHXMOCSoew/s320/esta%25C3%25A7aomente.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Imaginarias Férias de Verão</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No final de um dia de trabalho corrido e complicado que parecia não ter fim, aliviado lembrou-se que na segunda -feira começaria suas férias.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Como sempre fazia, iria para o litoral...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Na pensão de costume acertou sua estadia, no quarto devidamente instalado desfez a mala ajeitando tudo no pequeno guarda roupas, desceu tomou um ligeiro café,como a noite ja estava chegando e um pouco cansado da viagem de carro, resolveu tomar uma ducha e dormir.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dia seguinte;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ja no calçadão da praia respirou fundo... Certamente iria se dar ao luxo de suas merecidas férias.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Afinal era só chegar,encontrar um banco sentar sentir a brisa do mar e apreciar o burburinho dos turistas que andavam de um lado para outro em seus floridos trajes de verão.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fazia deste prazer o exercicio de sua mente, viajava no imaginário.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Era inicio de uma tarde alegre, ensolarada refrescada pelo vento que trazia uma suave brisa do mar.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">...Eram dez dias de fevereiro do ano passado; No ar ainda havia a euforia do ano novo, que mal se iniciava...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Como era bom estar ali,assim entregue a si mesmo.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Absorto no movimento ao seu redor, chamou sua atenção um ciclista pedalando em sua magrela cor de laranja cintilante,tinha no guidão uma buzina meio bizarra. Sorriu...Pensou com seus botões coisas de jovens!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">O rapaz pedalando com destreza aos poucos foi sumindo de sua vista...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Transposto com Imaginário;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Nando era o nome do ciclista,\ ouvira de alguém que gritara por ele\ enquanto na concorrida ciclovia olhando para frente o vento refrescava seu rosto, pedalava, pedalava... </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Na mente do observador habitavam pensamentos, misturando o hilário aos fatos.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">O relogio anda...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">O ciclista pedalando alimenta a alma, voltando os olhos observa o horizonte... Céu e mar apaixonados beijam-se em águas espelhadas.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">O relogio anda...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Deixa-se levar por sua magrela, coração; tum, tum...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Garganta seca, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Uma sombra, água de côco geladinha! Uau!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Na barraca a musica é cúmplice de seus pensamentos...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ela, linda menina!... Ao contrario do que desejou ela segue...ficou sem graça.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Enquanto no chão, as folhas secas apaixonadas rolam enroscando-se na roda de sua magrela.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Neste torpor desperta com o vibrar de um Gol...Molques jogam bola na areia.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pedalando, pedalando continua num tempo todo seu...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No caso do acaso dizem que nada é por acaso.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ele o observador no banco do calçadão, estaria ali por acaso?!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">O relógio não para...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ainda detido em seus devaneios vê retornar o ciclista.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pedalando, pedalando até sumir nas entrelinhas de sua escrita imaginaria.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Nos primeiros raios do pôr do sol, chega também o limite do vaguear de sua tarde, quais imagináveis viriam se juntar a tantos pedalares de caso e acaso...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fica assim...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div> annaribeirocorreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336365917697846213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928519511856917988.post-7594919615682842472011-06-08T15:25:00.000-07:002011-06-08T15:28:26.226-07:00Ilusão de Poeta / Anna Ribeiro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-Vbg1uC_Fc/Te_0G7ujcyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qj2BSuOpt8Q/s1600/dedocerm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-Vbg1uC_Fc/Te_0G7ujcyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qj2BSuOpt8Q/s1600/dedocerm.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">O poeta em folhas de ilusão,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Versejando risca e rabisca,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Entrelinhas e metáforas,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Saudadea seus versos e reversos</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">De momentos...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Confessa; o sentir da dor amarga</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Recorda... Não houve despedida,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ficou sem entender.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Como a rosa que se desfolhou,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Seu coração se desfez</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Em abandono... Chorou!!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Por sonhos furtados. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Imagem Própria - pintura a dedo.</span></div>annaribeirocorreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336365917697846213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928519511856917988.post-12003926573424998512011-06-08T08:11:00.000-07:002011-06-08T08:11:29.823-07:00Trovas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wONJQ76fRrw/Te-NvU1OkwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pmxf2k_r7hM/s1600/grafdama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wONJQ76fRrw/Te-NvU1OkwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pmxf2k_r7hM/s320/grafdama.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> grafico /Da Autora</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amor,Tatos e Fatos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">1</div><div style="text-align: center;">Na ligeira trova.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Desafios em linhas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para tirar a prova</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ficarei entrelinhas...</div><div style="text-align: center;">2</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do perfume das rosas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">O espinho da dor.</div><div style="text-align: center;">São apenas tentativas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para enciumar o amor</div><div style="text-align: center;">3</div><div style="text-align: center;">Faz-me triste e melancólica</div><div style="text-align: center;">Este olhar,esta dor</div><div style="text-align: center;">Por mais que diabólica</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não vivo sem teu amor.</div><div style="text-align: center;">4</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sem saber,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fingir é proibido ser</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não sei o que dizer,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não se faça por arrepender</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Amor sem alegria</div><div style="text-align: center;">Como beijo sem gosto</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não quero, nem pensaria.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não brinque, Não estou morto.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>annaribeirocorreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336365917697846213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928519511856917988.post-32443966375687104232011-06-07T18:17:00.000-07:002011-06-07T18:17:20.666-07:00Noite em Claro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OUTJwMkELaM/Te7M40TbCGI/AAAAAAAAABM/7SfK0CrE07Q/s1600/conteporaneo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OUTJwMkELaM/Te7M40TbCGI/AAAAAAAAABM/7SfK0CrE07Q/s320/conteporaneo.jpg" width="209" /></a></div> Tela contemporânea/própria.<br />
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</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Noite silenciosa.</div><div style="text-align: center;">No céu estrelas cintilam.</div><div style="text-align: center;">O silencio incomoda...</div><div style="text-align: center;">A noite fica mais triste.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimento repartido,com o grilo que ouço.</div><div style="text-align: center;">No capim brilha o sereno da noite.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A neblina chegou.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ja não vejo estrelas .</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Venha depressa... </div><div style="text-align: center;">Venha correndo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Porque em noites assim;</div><div style="text-align: center;">O ultimo e o sono.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anna Ribeiro.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>annaribeirocorreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336365917697846213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928519511856917988.post-45908014302400358582011-06-07T15:21:00.000-07:002011-06-07T15:24:35.861-07:00Artes & Poesias<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdGUFDjtTLk/Te6iBlyvj0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/lEYowPA7H-Q/s1600/eu3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdGUFDjtTLk/Te6iBlyvj0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/lEYowPA7H-Q/s320/eu3.jpg" width="217" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdGUFDjtTLk/Te6iBlyvj0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/lEYowPA7H-Q/s1600/eu3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="color: yellow; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Palavras</span></span></a></span><br />
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</span></div></div><div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Destas palavras,</span></span></span></div><div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Em sentimentos</span></span></span></div><div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sou verso e reverso </span></span></span></div><div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Em pontos,virgulas e traços,</span></span></span></div><div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Por linhas tortas, </span></span></span></div><div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Meus dobrados anseios</span></span></span></div><div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ainda que...</span></span></span></div><div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Arrastando saudades!</span></span></span></div><div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Dos poemas,</span></span></span></div><div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Caminhos e encruzilhadas!</span></span></span></div><div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Continuo em linhas difusas,</span></span></span></div><div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">O destino traçado.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdGUFDjtTLk/Te6iBlyvj0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/lEYowPA7H-Q/s1600/eu3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Anna Ribeiro. </a></div>annaribeirocorreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336365917697846213noreply@blogger.com0