tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30118338971047676192024-03-05T03:42:43.095-03:00Bordando EssênciasSimultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-88127826191911986442011-02-25T10:09:00.003-03:002011-02-25T10:12:17.540-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4Y5GaZ_VQFCxIauME-Ebh3wEkoeBXa7PobYW0tZv-CtPzipiGQVpjzpfkfgX1Jwk57DqoBXU_dh5e3LPEjCeYbDlF7YMa0jFPI3zTI48KYtyOudQe2Ji3Yhi2O4OE5bZuFtwhHAc-iE/s1600/DSC09646_1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4Y5GaZ_VQFCxIauME-Ebh3wEkoeBXa7PobYW0tZv-CtPzipiGQVpjzpfkfgX1Jwk57DqoBXU_dh5e3LPEjCeYbDlF7YMa0jFPI3zTI48KYtyOudQe2Ji3Yhi2O4OE5bZuFtwhHAc-iE/s200/DSC09646_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577613834311415346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto: Carcará by Andréa Motta</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Manhã ensolarada.<br />Sobre a copa do abacateiro<br />Carcará repousa.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andréa Motta</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">22/02/11</span>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-2065369002458746682011-02-25T10:04:00.002-03:002011-02-25T10:09:18.524-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLStE5r3cFjKj5eye5d9G19-vjoNPtsSYwu9tVUrLJZIPhA5KAbSEb-JfP-1prim61AT8a5LHpiNpeZ027UaUxMFtOa3gFk5K2kmplqfrgxLBBm2MuE9ldPMk6rp7WgH8U1NLpbdy_uc/s1600/copaineira.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLStE5r3cFjKj5eye5d9G19-vjoNPtsSYwu9tVUrLJZIPhA5KAbSEb-JfP-1prim61AT8a5LHpiNpeZ027UaUxMFtOa3gFk5K2kmplqfrgxLBBm2MuE9ldPMk6rp7WgH8U1NLpbdy_uc/s200/copaineira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577613263485773234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Explosão de cor,<br />não é carnaval, mas sim<br />Paineiras em flor<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andréa Motta</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">22/02/11</span></span>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-15774789693704112102011-02-17T09:45:00.003-02:002011-02-21T08:41:07.347-03:00A Chama<span style="font-size:85%;">Meu poema "é fogo que arde"<br />é moda de viola,<br />que se alastra sem fazer alarde!<br />é canto de pássaro raro<br /><br />"O fogo é de agora<br />é o mesmo quente<br />de outrora<br />ferve e devora"<br /><br />O canto é de agora<br />é o mesmo vibrante<br />de outrora<br />serenata que aflora<br /><br />é fogo<br />é moda de viola<br />que se alastra<br />ferve e devora<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">07/02/20011<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Andréa Motta e Renato Gusmão</span></span>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-80607671990322895512010-12-20T11:01:00.004-02:002010-12-20T11:05:15.801-02:00Mensagem de Natal - 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr8fJP6eGG5J_M7_tWrz2s6XaKO4udQyI7D3tYyjvvZW7bMhcyxvmGPnVmYHqvc7uEzH158gGdDEiDzHoUmb7kUz04Q70kgF-7NZf0SDW0VAxtpyE4z0gfxErdTS-LZUWgbDgMkPGQTPg/s1600/FN.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552749070946728402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr8fJP6eGG5J_M7_tWrz2s6XaKO4udQyI7D3tYyjvvZW7bMhcyxvmGPnVmYHqvc7uEzH158gGdDEiDzHoUmb7kUz04Q70kgF-7NZf0SDW0VAxtpyE4z0gfxErdTS-LZUWgbDgMkPGQTPg/s200/FN.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Concede-me, senhor, a graça de ser boa,<br />de ser o coração singelo que perdoa,<br />a solícita mão que espalha,sem medidas,<br />estrelas pela noite escura doutras vidas<br />e tira d''alma alheia o espinho que magoa.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Helena Kolody</span></strong> -<br /><br />"Que as festas de inicio de novo ano iluminem seu espírito e reavivem seus sonhos de renovação e esperança de vivermos em espírito de Natal por todos os novos dias de 2011.”</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">S U C E S S OO!! </span></strong></div>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-88851635077979483752010-12-12T10:50:00.004-02:002010-12-12T10:52:19.332-02:00[...]<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn79D1wtL0bu_7dhLsz7V6TxP0uN7HXQsOYm1FbzKZNSYirHYhal5Cmhb-SdaEeFk_hTBrAfqs8ZkwI1wbTSbpOD802w13Bxzh8R-W1oucxNA0eB_DVmsqhDtdAl-3312meS4jD7pR-T4/s1600/Rock%2527n%2527Roll.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549777482337797346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn79D1wtL0bu_7dhLsz7V6TxP0uN7HXQsOYm1FbzKZNSYirHYhal5Cmhb-SdaEeFk_hTBrAfqs8ZkwI1wbTSbpOD802w13Bxzh8R-W1oucxNA0eB_DVmsqhDtdAl-3312meS4jD7pR-T4/s200/Rock%2527n%2527Roll.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem: Mateus Trindade.<br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Alucinação geral<br />no gemido da guitarra<br />Um bom Rock and Roll<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Andréa Motta</span></strong><br />12/12/10</span></div>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-47572599702474765822010-12-12T10:37:00.003-02:002010-12-12T10:41:04.912-02:00Uns poemas.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1GW1DCMiveUrYkAfU_i61ckYCtcnv7VWK7QsWeq53ZI52VaTJTPoA8HC3ycjENWL-g6V22vY7rKQETQRtdC_5ouN5L65LlwoM3dnicOH-IvcAWnm1jSM8vSDY14wIuBMd3UQB30CxC4/s1600/trilhas+do+olhar.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549774604596316994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1GW1DCMiveUrYkAfU_i61ckYCtcnv7VWK7QsWeq53ZI52VaTJTPoA8HC3ycjENWL-g6V22vY7rKQETQRtdC_5ouN5L65LlwoM3dnicOH-IvcAWnm1jSM8vSDY14wIuBMd3UQB30CxC4/s400/trilhas+do+olhar.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQqOLiGoIB9uLPq0zuv17zqoO3uJteY2DTCCqbUdlQPCKbBPtynCEOtqRRTun-x6FbNNK4UVu4tjUFYkSPvONgT737cEcdWJXTuhPwlwtwqWYnJvU2EugmBP4QyJvO6V3RIwolKZ7f4A/s1600/linha_va.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549774605490842914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQqOLiGoIB9uLPq0zuv17zqoO3uJteY2DTCCqbUdlQPCKbBPtynCEOtqRRTun-x6FbNNK4UVu4tjUFYkSPvONgT737cEcdWJXTuhPwlwtwqWYnJvU2EugmBP4QyJvO6V3RIwolKZ7f4A/s400/linha_va.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Formatação <strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">MARIA</span></strong></div></div>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-77210094518410763572010-12-10T09:32:00.004-02:002010-12-10T09:35:02.723-02:00(Natal)...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7jVwdTO3e6Pq1FYooezpCR2PXw1Ix83SR0Vg09L7Ph1l9lmOO0r-wQqxN9O_KT3jMyuGtzfgi6I2WW1liH8zWNaJCVDVCu4nbhX3B37ptkgT7dEjnwkzSFQnt7NkWbzbDtXNl8cXN2Ow/s1600/28.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 115px; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549015312660164706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7jVwdTO3e6Pq1FYooezpCR2PXw1Ix83SR0Vg09L7Ph1l9lmOO0r-wQqxN9O_KT3jMyuGtzfgi6I2WW1liH8zWNaJCVDVCu4nbhX3B37ptkgT7dEjnwkzSFQnt7NkWbzbDtXNl8cXN2Ow/s200/28.gif" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Sinos e presépios<br />glamour et cetera e tal.<br />Uma criança nasceu!<br /><br /><strong>Andréa Motta<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:78%;">10/12/10</span></div>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-7549673976739178532010-11-24T11:02:00.004-02:002010-11-24T11:07:00.990-02:00-------<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgreLrkvnmuYX5WdcC7P7R13LEa3wA7viunsz709i2ebFIKP39dvrNdSFvXZtOqF3p9j6DbBqeiMznWgpUoANv0xdfxLTRbvyD_n9JreRzRL07VvwfeWtPR9PM0d0gpk5Kkq8PVXvuDXyg/s1600/DSC06231.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543101259728910290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgreLrkvnmuYX5WdcC7P7R13LEa3wA7viunsz709i2ebFIKP39dvrNdSFvXZtOqF3p9j6DbBqeiMznWgpUoANv0xdfxLTRbvyD_n9JreRzRL07VvwfeWtPR9PM0d0gpk5Kkq8PVXvuDXyg/s200/DSC06231.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografia: <strong>Ícaro</strong> by Andréa Motta<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Eis que surges imponente<br />Entre os prédios e o azul celestial<br />Ícaro Moderno<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Andréa Motta<br /></span></strong>24/11/10</span><br /></div>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-85435358534830062052010-11-05T10:59:00.002-02:002010-11-05T11:01:24.379-02:00Hai Kai ....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDcT5ZQW37hTKaIfiWGyb1MfL4v44R33quMKtESwg-vhFyhNzXBOr_CKvtI37QKstxcxBhedwzkqDAyn7u9mwYwVrP_J0SsTtLbXnXVaJsEXJ5JP0MGo2ER4Zbq0cdZi7vBjSk24WVvlU/s1600/ipe.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536049754303803938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDcT5ZQW37hTKaIfiWGyb1MfL4v44R33quMKtESwg-vhFyhNzXBOr_CKvtI37QKstxcxBhedwzkqDAyn7u9mwYwVrP_J0SsTtLbXnXVaJsEXJ5JP0MGo2ER4Zbq0cdZi7vBjSk24WVvlU/s200/ipe.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Árvore de inverno<br />tanto faz o colorido<br />do vicejante Ipê<br /><br /><strong>Andréa Motta</strong><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">10/10/10</span></div>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-47348201462672735532010-10-13T09:55:00.003-03:002010-10-13T10:06:39.461-03:00....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGb-KFon7i7QgvKtibPzv0uBU-6U5ciHBtfKSHa6a8ctpl1TzICdAP-dgUQAdL2zuArYE5UmYueBzoQPUcX4XWgNhQkt8wZ6RArvetjTmOvoq7X8mL4iTC8AmfLdmYBqRs2yzhO6d5cI/s1600/BEM-TE-VI.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527516175018373170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGb-KFon7i7QgvKtibPzv0uBU-6U5ciHBtfKSHa6a8ctpl1TzICdAP-dgUQAdL2zuArYE5UmYueBzoQPUcX4XWgNhQkt8wZ6RArvetjTmOvoq7X8mL4iTC8AmfLdmYBqRs2yzhO6d5cI/s200/BEM-TE-VI.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ao alcance das mãos<br />Um agitado bem-te-vi<br />corteja sua fêmea.<br /><br />Andréa Motta<br />13/10/10</span></div>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-50941188922319632052010-10-10T10:28:00.003-03:002010-10-10T10:53:57.070-03:00Um poemeto......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqap1NXJRRIGDIVr7HsQBTPE3CAZHDz91bWYoMymOQstp6ZORd27KXkg3zr9KFbbptXmUoBWCtjLd7Zk1QpRd0owkYcIRirprM3DBYiOL0oALmWDwG9IFzxQMCEMeI2k8GbwheM9M_AM/s1600/pirilampo.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526410252037901314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqap1NXJRRIGDIVr7HsQBTPE3CAZHDz91bWYoMymOQstp6ZORd27KXkg3zr9KFbbptXmUoBWCtjLd7Zk1QpRd0owkYcIRirprM3DBYiOL0oALmWDwG9IFzxQMCEMeI2k8GbwheM9M_AM/s200/pirilampo.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Piscam vagalumes,<br />são tantos a adornar o céu<br />Por um breve instante.<br /><br />Andréa Motta<br />10/10/10</span></div>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-22075937384738057812010-10-03T08:44:00.003-03:002010-10-03T08:47:49.062-03:00Haicai - Primavera<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7fnoQ5KM6QwrmewwsU8SKy2z10xsDauqtGe0pS5e9GXBz17PCnfXB_MLDaM4HuS2reecuwr-DeLSJHa81hC3Xq3a1W__S-VirvnhtImou5hbM60BKBSVAPMJ2lL8-gO1-vc82fgKgBdE/s1600/DSC07645.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523785105933301394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7fnoQ5KM6QwrmewwsU8SKy2z10xsDauqtGe0pS5e9GXBz17PCnfXB_MLDaM4HuS2reecuwr-DeLSJHa81hC3Xq3a1W__S-VirvnhtImou5hbM60BKBSVAPMJ2lL8-gO1-vc82fgKgBdE/s200/DSC07645.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Chuva mansinha<br />sobre a relva do jardim<br />flores mais formosas!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Andréa Motta<br />03/10/10 </span></div>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-14398450907300739952010-09-25T09:25:00.004-03:002010-09-25T09:38:23.902-03:00Primavera - Haiku<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjND3JsPsD757-58c1eTbiH_ZCm6RCHGzNjPfbfuH0Z_sH_oXTEhdAmeZQ87RrcmDKpLsrRk6EY7YDNg0EtSKmtug90oZFnDnMLDu8ne7wAF3G9N-wCZjy97LIE_kQT0ndSCnZ5Ud88Sx0/s1600/DSC06644.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520829210941739522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjND3JsPsD757-58c1eTbiH_ZCm6RCHGzNjPfbfuH0Z_sH_oXTEhdAmeZQ87RrcmDKpLsrRk6EY7YDNg0EtSKmtug90oZFnDnMLDu8ne7wAF3G9N-wCZjy97LIE_kQT0ndSCnZ5Ud88Sx0/s200/DSC06644.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">São tantas as cores<br />nessa estação florida.<br />Natureza em festa!<br /><br /><strong>*</strong><br /><br />Uma árvore florida.<br />Primavera os teus fulgores,<br />têm profundas raízes.<br /><br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Andréa Motta<br />25/09/10</span></strong></div>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-15986708194436959692010-07-25T11:46:00.005-03:002010-08-02T08:47:07.482-03:00Haicais à Serra do Mar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8YSwvkFfw4uAEykbL9r_c-upoQB1P4WtGCSCeo-f1ys8oG4Sj9Rts1zXZuzauha4YtcSMkTwe3cx46eTd6a8sRUKY8RGyr3Jl1kR0YmuqfodhKbRLEKTL-SqcHrDcNB_JimmzhAT89Q/s1600/serra"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497855711536887666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8YSwvkFfw4uAEykbL9r_c-upoQB1P4WtGCSCeo-f1ys8oG4Sj9Rts1zXZuzauha4YtcSMkTwe3cx46eTd6a8sRUKY8RGyr3Jl1kR0YmuqfodhKbRLEKTL-SqcHrDcNB_JimmzhAT89Q/s200/serra" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Caminhos da Serra:Fotografia de Andréa Motta</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Entre uma curva ou outra<br />correm na serra do mar<br />rios de água cristalina<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>*<br /></strong><br />Bromélias floridas<br />nos caminhos da Graciosa<br />Um caso de amor<br /><br /><strong>Andréa Motta<br /></strong>25/07/10</span>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-91360784277213836702010-07-24T14:28:00.003-03:002010-07-24T14:35:50.188-03:00Escritor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1G3YXLliNsWiKaLp_KqRyboxbpOU4ROW8RKvyZRsXTXm5OKQK7JKhFexL04p4agx9Lt_dR6IbTBwcHwRncjRj6f9PJK84odXTvG9jE3KHFlvgtswu0GVmqyK5vdKOa0fr8x4a4pHM5A/s1600/escrever.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497527616218865746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1G3YXLliNsWiKaLp_KqRyboxbpOU4ROW8RKvyZRsXTXm5OKQK7JKhFexL04p4agx9Lt_dR6IbTBwcHwRncjRj6f9PJK84odXTvG9jE3KHFlvgtswu0GVmqyK5vdKOa0fr8x4a4pHM5A/s200/escrever.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem retirada da web<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Escritor<br />Andréa Motta</strong><br /><br />Para ser escritor não basta<br />vestir-se de palavras<br />há de despir-se da própria pele.</span>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-78583431058528427052010-07-23T08:56:00.002-03:002010-07-23T09:02:56.460-03:00Areia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEAEssP6puflRH292ObOsH_Vl2TyoOA6Eh9cXsv_3NUVw8GnHXPCK8TPtM5b2n_SDvnmEhPpOxWamg9WFh6MiL7M9CNbEF-wKUaXKzWzC-B4YtDNi4Zl5hF6qThtT-NWwNElUACZu3YZ8/s1600/DSC06093.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497070594511761634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEAEssP6puflRH292ObOsH_Vl2TyoOA6Eh9cXsv_3NUVw8GnHXPCK8TPtM5b2n_SDvnmEhPpOxWamg9WFh6MiL7M9CNbEF-wKUaXKzWzC-B4YtDNi4Zl5hF6qThtT-NWwNElUACZu3YZ8/s200/DSC06093.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Areia: Fotografia de Andréa Motta</span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Areia<br />Andréa Motta<br /></strong><br />nessa areia branca<br />desenho meu passado<br />e busco no vento<br />arrimo ao futuro<br /><br />fujo dos ditames<br />e regulamentos<br /><br />nessa areia branca<br />onde o tempo<br />entre os dedos<br />escapa<br />sou tão breve<br />como breve<br />é a vida.</span>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-57537184017018436632010-06-30T09:51:00.003-03:002010-06-30T09:57:16.545-03:00Naquela casa da esquina<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy94_KIftiDZQPvBXPrIqQBEHUrUgREUREV35QEeguBm9qq2j3wIXo8TBeNjWbiQGj8ylwS0eqvmbZkpUGfZt_G1P-dhR-7lzDCrjmFzoGLXPEQ8fOcW2g0FpnXVLC3IHiqDbbyStc5DQ/s1600/esquina1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488549678133108914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy94_KIftiDZQPvBXPrIqQBEHUrUgREUREV35QEeguBm9qq2j3wIXo8TBeNjWbiQGj8ylwS0eqvmbZkpUGfZt_G1P-dhR-7lzDCrjmFzoGLXPEQ8fOcW2g0FpnXVLC3IHiqDbbyStc5DQ/s200/esquina1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Naquela casa da esquina<br />Andréa Motta<br /></strong><br /><br />Naquela casa da esquina<br />ao cair das tardes, reunem-se os intelectuais,<br />as prostitutas e os desocupados do meu bairro.<br />Chegam aos grupos ou desacompanhados.<br /><br />Aos poucos ao solo solitário d'um violão<br />mistura-se um bulício de vozes.<br />Ao verde das paredes incorpora-se euforia,<br />talvez nostalgia. A tristeza fica do lado de fora.<br /><br />Naquela casa da esquina<br />os quitutes saborosos<br />juntam-se à poesia e à vadia.<br />O que era happy hour invade a madrugada.<br /><br />Até que os olhos fiquem embaçados,<br />as vozes embargadas<br />e o violão se cale.<br /><br />Mas nunca há silêncio<br />naquela casa da esquina,<br />ali moram os pássaros do meu bairro.<br /><br />Mal o dia amanhece<br />mansamente iniciam nova cantoria.<br />A alegria reside<br />naquela casa da esquina.</span>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-9897428966429440362010-06-15T09:57:00.004-03:002010-06-15T10:19:15.983-03:00Resposta ao tempo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHVhLzGojw97snG5LizaKzUuqefzkT53i5Sy-FqeXUfQfpKi8_8tslKj4OOouNMbn0PzH1pOTg1X2GSxx2KOX9aVkqYOl0qcJnxdskqll1Rvf_OLRXQlx8Nzi-Hlr6mFfkbDd2w6d_wo/s1600/TEMPO.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482988440107979762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHVhLzGojw97snG5LizaKzUuqefzkT53i5Sy-FqeXUfQfpKi8_8tslKj4OOouNMbn0PzH1pOTg1X2GSxx2KOX9aVkqYOl0qcJnxdskqll1Rvf_OLRXQlx8Nzi-Hlr6mFfkbDd2w6d_wo/s200/TEMPO.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><strong>Resposta ao tempo<br />Andréa Motta<br /></strong><br />Silhuetas delineadas a pó de arroz<br />rasgam o oculto do espelho<br />não tenho voz<br /><br />apenas o vento esvoeja no tempo<br />cerrado pelas minhas mãos vazias.<br /><br />Nas profundezas do silêncio<br />o reflexo duma floresta de algas<br />[avermelhadas]<br /><br />D'onde emergem sorrateiras verdades<br />O mar não aniquila nem suga, sustenta.<br /><br />Não tenho voz, tenho uma força que impele<br />endorfina da palavra viandante que não disfarça,<br />oscila, é verdade, feito areia solta pela brisa<br />[assinalada pelas horas].<br /><br />Não tenho voz, em resposta ao tempo<br />há uma força que impele e medra,<br />exorciza medos como ficção bordada<br />[na safira dos olhos].</div>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-33273561327534870242010-03-31T09:16:00.003-03:002010-03-31T09:20:17.525-03:00Haigatos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX1qMwowDUdLCdTSWSbf9fMYW7j8-Mn2UjnuTCu7TznuGRf32hQH-_ObfA_LSyfQbR3WKAMEjaqEBHLwvIH9qnqCgr7MdkTjJCS0RotJ5M-ZjphAL1OlPr3qiS88iTf0raI8qDsWc5E2o/s1600/gato-maracaja2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454771250800564706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX1qMwowDUdLCdTSWSbf9fMYW7j8-Mn2UjnuTCu7TznuGRf32hQH-_ObfA_LSyfQbR3WKAMEjaqEBHLwvIH9qnqCgr7MdkTjJCS0RotJ5M-ZjphAL1OlPr3qiS88iTf0raI8qDsWc5E2o/s200/gato-maracaja2.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">imagem retirada da web.<br /></span><br /><div><strong>Haigatos<br />Andréa Motta</strong><br /><br />Miado forte ecoa.<br />Um gato maracajá<br />do caçador foge.<br /><br />Um gato selvagem<br />nascido no cativeiro.<br />Raça preservada.<br /><br />Noite de inverno,<br />um vulto acorda a menina.<br />Gatinha em vigília.</div>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-62500139793718189962010-03-31T09:08:00.003-03:002010-03-31T09:15:35.736-03:00Trovas para Curitiba<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsM0EkUNG3gnirl6cxHamWXrBX4fZG8hRJQqLML8dKS1Jl3MAxv9U8RG0WzjRW_wBfi_QRGkZGQvzj_hJ2QQgFxTt9gdRBc6jSsMtk0v-n619qVE2sMT8w87m_dpsZUF6DvdMD6EhN04/s1600/Curitiba.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454769716730778194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsM0EkUNG3gnirl6cxHamWXrBX4fZG8hRJQqLML8dKS1Jl3MAxv9U8RG0WzjRW_wBfi_QRGkZGQvzj_hJ2QQgFxTt9gdRBc6jSsMtk0v-n619qVE2sMT8w87m_dpsZUF6DvdMD6EhN04/s200/Curitiba.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografia Chama- By Andréa Motta<br /></span><br /><strong>Trovas Para Curitiba<br />Andréa Motta</strong><br /><br />No clarão da velha chama,<br />de ritmos e de valores,<br />curitibano conclama:<br />- Rimai por nós, trovadores!<br /><br />Curitiba valorosa!<br />Sua douta caminhada<br />com a verve vigorosa:<br />seja sempre iluminada!<br /><br />Vive Curitiba, o sonho<br />de um mundo tão mais humano,<br />mais feliz e mais risonho<br />do povo curitibano!<br /><br />Oh Curitiba, ressalto,<br />teus filhos hospitaleiros:<br />na beleza do planalto<br />semeiam formosos pinheiros.<br />Andréa MottaSimultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-317522094755728082010-03-31T08:50:00.004-03:002010-03-31T09:07:39.607-03:00Visita<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJyIeb4HTIqlbZ8Z-FNTR-PrQk94DO1yl1NV_-npx8ehSH-WaBESYsNJcrqAQ7-I533SIwgJoTqvW1HSvudvhixXmRWPzRBr6yQn3Q5vV8X5UptfTM9m_pdkqzYDnc4GXTLJnAqshaFM/s1600/mar.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454767725836912354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJyIeb4HTIqlbZ8Z-FNTR-PrQk94DO1yl1NV_-npx8ehSH-WaBESYsNJcrqAQ7-I533SIwgJoTqvW1HSvudvhixXmRWPzRBr6yQn3Q5vV8X5UptfTM9m_pdkqzYDnc4GXTLJnAqshaFM/s200/mar.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;">Foto: Atlântico - by Andréa Motta.<br /></span><br /><br /><strong>Visita<br />Andréa Motta</strong><br /><br />Recebo-te de braços abertos<br />para que me possuas sobre<br />as rochas plantadas sob meus pés.<br />Vens assim, agitado espumante<br /><br />verde-azul-branco-verde- branco<br />muito branco azul azul azul<br />pigmentas minh'alma e sentes<br />meu gosto de destino<br /><br />Vens agora e<br />me levas às tuas areias profundas<br />onde minha pele confunde-se com a tua<br />sem inúteis explicações<br /><br />Sem timidez<br />ou resistência<br />recebo-te nos meus sonhos<br />vens viver as minhas fantasias<br /><br />Vens e me beijas<br />(os pés!)<br />as mãos<br />encharcas meus cabelos<br />ensopas-me, devoras-me<br /><br />azul-branco-verde-azul<br />muito azul verde verde verde<br />envolves-me em tuas águas<br />festejando o encontro ritmado<br /><br />Dos braços - toques<br />das pernas - abraços<br />da pele dos poros - arrepios<br />verde azul branco azul azul azul<br /><br />Vens,<br />recebo-te em mim<br />mar mar atlântico!<br />meu mar..verde azul azul azul.Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-76702858942508107262010-02-11T09:40:00.003-02:002010-02-11T09:43:29.414-02:00TemPo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJkwZ8yydKuWSi1WmSlyPMLdB7aQl-cahyng3qFCid1w9D5cPRnsao65xusTRB5TdyXZzbg7DITxK0CoOp0OcdCUG1gb91zNmYB8za2tOPvzY1e6sDy18e5KfQiWd8Vdmjwkz3LAMmwSM/s1600-h/DSC06081.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436949806913221090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJkwZ8yydKuWSi1WmSlyPMLdB7aQl-cahyng3qFCid1w9D5cPRnsao65xusTRB5TdyXZzbg7DITxK0CoOp0OcdCUG1gb91zNmYB8za2tOPvzY1e6sDy18e5KfQiWd8Vdmjwkz3LAMmwSM/s200/DSC06081.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografia: tempo by Andréa Motta<br /></span><br /><br /><strong>TemPo<br /></strong>Andréa Motta<br /><br />Cada momento ultrapassa<br />no ensejo da lida<br />ao som dos impasses<br />trilhas de despedida<br />Assumo sou caiçara!Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-8044896966796754682010-01-24T09:18:00.003-02:002010-01-24T09:23:27.706-02:00Templo Implacável<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgh-o2v1dX_HZTpZfM03JdOTecY0ptY3v7cjS9zsTBXXDapBv_dIP4Rz7KwxkBZQ301rSpktiFhzdew14G31h8fbh0wr5QsXXDhxJYCVPl3FqPM6J070szGw3Hd2gM_I71tD1k3rz788/s1600-h/DSC06210.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430264642371022322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgh-o2v1dX_HZTpZfM03JdOTecY0ptY3v7cjS9zsTBXXDapBv_dIP4Rz7KwxkBZQ301rSpktiFhzdew14G31h8fbh0wr5QsXXDhxJYCVPl3FqPM6J070szGw3Hd2gM_I71tD1k3rz788/s200/DSC06210.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografia: Tempo por Andréa Motta</span></div><br /><br /><strong>TEMPO IMPLACÁVEL<br />Renato Gusmão e Andrea Motta</strong><br /><br /><br />voa ao vento<br />vai<br />oh tempo<br />faz da vida<br />um belo templo<br />dentro desta canção<br /><br />se puderes<br />tempo amigo<br />me leva contigo<br />clareia meu destino<br />mostra-me as pedras<br />e as regras do caminho<br /><br />vai<br />oh tempo<br />faz da vida<br />um belo templo<br />dentro desta canção<br /><br />Oh tempo implacável<br />voa nas teias leves<br />espalha teus ardis<br />ganha os céus<br />e suas cores<br />espanta o gris<br />desta manhã<br /><br />se preciso for<br />deixa teu próprio<br />tempo<br />carregar os bons ventos<br />toda paz<br />todo amorSimultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-9542286474133956002009-12-28T09:43:00.004-02:002009-12-28T09:45:56.244-02:00Feliz 2010!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgop8q2vTLe8q25S0RHYq1ASPBDi-5h7g42I1W0myFL8WCRNVQoJvtO6ZDus7uN6T_0WIODOOqPAYe0itN3cwfN5pzzciztTcC7fSQDeUeZU6LHL67oeI2b243ayd1ryAHK5dtlQ4SDC4M/s1600-h/2010_1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420251551379013858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgop8q2vTLe8q25S0RHYq1ASPBDi-5h7g42I1W0myFL8WCRNVQoJvtO6ZDus7uN6T_0WIODOOqPAYe0itN3cwfN5pzzciztTcC7fSQDeUeZU6LHL67oeI2b243ayd1ryAHK5dtlQ4SDC4M/s320/2010_1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Feliz Ano Novo!<br /></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"Precisamos viver o sonho e a certeza de que tudo vai mudar...<br />É necessário abrir os olhos<br />e perceber que as coisas boas estão dentro de nós,<br />onde os desejos não precisam razão,<br />nem o sentimentos motivos...<br />O Importante é viver cada momento<br />e aprender sua duração,<br />pois a vida está nos olhos de quem sabe ver...<br />Desejo que em 2010 VOCÊ:<br />Realize todos os seu sonhos<br />Descubra a cada dia coisas novas para realizar esses sonhos<br />Não tenha medo de viver o momento em que eles acontecerem<br />E descubra novos sonhos nesse momento...<br />para ganhar um Ano Novo que mereça este nome,<br />Você, minha Amiga,meu amigo,<br />tem que merecê-lo,<br />tem que fazê-lo NOVO!!...".<br /><strong><span style="color:#660000;">(Carlos Drumond de Andrade)</span></strong></span></div>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011833897104767619.post-63701088823194214732009-12-05T09:35:00.003-02:002009-12-05T09:40:22.822-02:00Rico e Plural<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qvfuo4zg1gOTOW-tayuDrb5YFdCeECPfvzFb1ji402iM1f-SzB-66FE6KemKBL7kVPuFKXkMFLZdSXKqK9LrS7N6lpuKaqtlqR382cBMk1bob9NUdWwF9RAQzWp9VTnCCbrho1bqMgo/s1600-h/DSC02134.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411715107730084194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qvfuo4zg1gOTOW-tayuDrb5YFdCeECPfvzFb1ji402iM1f-SzB-66FE6KemKBL7kVPuFKXkMFLZdSXKqK9LrS7N6lpuKaqtlqR382cBMk1bob9NUdWwF9RAQzWp9VTnCCbrho1bqMgo/s200/DSC02134.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong>Rico e Plural</strong><br />Andréa Motta<br /><br />Para <em>Hilda Hist e Octávio Paz</em><br /><br />Isso de ti<br />tem um que de saudade<br />um contínuo transcender-se<br /><br />um que de intimidade<br />um permanente imaginar-se<br /><br />Isso de ti<br />meio mata meio mar<br />os olhos<br />não conseguem decifrar<br /><br />Isso de ti<br />sei lá porque<br />tem um que de insano<br />um constante desvendar-se</div>Simultaneidadeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12817081370625093562noreply@blogger.com0