tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72583121846266089792012-01-28T14:43:06.579-08:00Poesias e cultura popularmarcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-25056976714411138672012-01-28T14:43:00.000-08:002012-01-28T14:43:06.584-08:00<iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FDzIRpbYZP0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-2505697671441113867?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-78296024015103806612012-01-14T10:42:00.000-08:002012-01-14T10:47:45.710-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-REpv7iDryHg/TxHNyZqQ71I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MCR1nK-nw34/s1600/PA171212.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-REpv7iDryHg/TxHNyZqQ71I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MCR1nK-nw34/s400/PA171212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697561269365698386" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span >Amargo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >Súditos renegam minha carne</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >e o</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >meu crepúsculo de aço forjado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >não me arrependo de transpor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >o néctar </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >o apogeu </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >das pedras que falam,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >rumino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >sussurro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >canso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >e não paro </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >de </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >atropelar </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >a voz </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >amarga dos seixos rolados...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >Marcio Miranda</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-7829602401510380661?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-51333131722161633152011-08-07T08:31:00.000-07:002011-08-07T09:15:28.119-07:00<div><br /></div><div> " <span class="Apple-style-span" >EU QUERO QUE ESSE CANTO TORTO,FEITO FACA, CORTE A CARNE DE VOCÊS". </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Algo </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">O que diz um pobre ou nobre </div><div style="text-align: center;">aprendiz de poeta</div><div style="text-align: center;">que tropeça </div><div style="text-align: center;">em </div><div style="text-align: center;">pedras e palavras</div><div style="text-align: center;">e </div><div style="text-align: center;">sem querer</div><div style="text-align: center;">encharca os olhos </div><div style="text-align: center;">com os</div><div style="text-align: center;">ditos e recônditos</div><div style="text-align: center;">de um muro</div><div style="text-align: center;">que acabou </div><div style="text-align: center;">de </div><div style="text-align: center;">virar escombros?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não sei,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">e </div><div style="text-align: center;">continuo escrevendo</div><div style="text-align: center;">versos torpes</div><div style="text-align: center;">em linhas</div><div style="text-align: center;">tortas</div><div style="text-align: center;">e </div><div style="text-align: center;">lançando</div><div style="text-align: center;">aos olhos</div><div style="text-align: center;">luzentes </div><div style="text-align: center;">de um corvo</div><div style="text-align: center;">adormecido...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Marcio Miranda</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-5133313172216163315?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-30292446723334424132011-06-19T07:47:00.000-07:002011-06-19T07:48:28.268-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uEK5DezG8BM/Tf4L_a9InMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hyFPxepES5A/s1600/P1051676.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uEK5DezG8BM/Tf4L_a9InMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hyFPxepES5A/s400/P1051676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619942569200360642" /></a> Foto preces-Marcio Carneiro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-3029244672333442413?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-42847443971834246332011-06-19T07:33:00.000-07:002011-06-19T07:36:44.522-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0RIU95h8t4/Tf4JHldE-AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u4BKLunvkqs/s1600/P1051685.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0RIU95h8t4/Tf4JHldE-AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u4BKLunvkqs/s400/P1051685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619939410922764290" /></a> Foto-Cantos obscuros-Marcio Carneiro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-4284744397183424633?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-28908288318997070402011-06-04T08:03:00.000-07:002011-06-04T08:10:20.054-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51eQxInxuf8/TepJq75qEwI/AAAAAAAAALw/j75-eqINgBo/s1600/P1051674.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51eQxInxuf8/TepJq75qEwI/AAAAAAAAALw/j75-eqINgBo/s400/P1051674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614380887453602562" /></a> DEGRAUS -FOTO MARCIO MIRANDA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-2890828831899707040?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-44325397846377017622010-06-26T12:25:00.000-07:002010-06-26T12:34:56.712-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/TCZWJ9zGduI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vTP_-Ey7wqI/s1600/P1070508.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/TCZWJ9zGduI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vTP_-Ey7wqI/s400/P1070508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487167925205235426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Lamentos<br /><br />Cedo ou tarde<br />Invoco as tentações<br />Que rodeiam o meu terreno infinito<br />Não é de costume<br />Mas,<br />As traças corroem minha alma<br />E minhas vestes<br />Deixando-me nu.<br />Socorro...<br />Grito teu sexo forçado<br />Que deixei atrás dos bancos dos carros<br />Que fugiam da fome voraz<br />Das noites frias.<br />Não é tudo nem nada<br />Somente<br />Teu corpo quente,<br />Queimando as pétalas vivas<br />Do meu coração<br />Vadio...<br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Marcio Carneiro</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-4432539784637701762?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-91665631731295135142009-06-26T15:29:00.000-07:002009-06-26T15:33:08.974-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SkVMdUagaLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RXwOdLxIDiE/s1600-h/P6160278.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SkVMdUagaLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RXwOdLxIDiE/s400/P6160278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351767798779504818" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Lágrimas de sangue(Natureza morta)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Marcio Miranda</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-9166563173129513514?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-30768141938140058692009-06-11T10:44:00.001-07:002009-06-11T10:54:13.946-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SjFDtGspkuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_EwPOyIsU0M/s1600-h/P6060339.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SjFDtGspkuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_EwPOyIsU0M/s400/P6060339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346128674836550370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SjFDtBbT4xI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CrYkG_bAhlU/s1600-h/P6060337.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SjFDtBbT4xI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CrYkG_bAhlU/s400/P6060337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346128673421648658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">NATUREZA MORTA<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">MARCIO MIRANDA</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-3076814193814005869?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-75669805758616366012009-06-03T16:17:00.000-07:002009-06-03T16:21:43.438-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SicFDZ_pSVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ONukrhO93Qk/s1600-h/P5310288.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SicFDZ_pSVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ONukrhO93Qk/s400/P5310288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343245038973962578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Natureza morta<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >FOTO DE MARCIO MIRANDA</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-7566980575861636601?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-63260208935612526662009-05-29T16:55:00.000-07:002009-05-29T17:07:58.079-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SiB4HMXI-gI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3Pq--4ce-5I/s1600-h/P5260255.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SiB4HMXI-gI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3Pq--4ce-5I/s400/P5260255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341401223034108418" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Natureza morta</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Foto de </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Marcio Miranda</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-6326020893561252666?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-57271851789161111592009-04-27T15:15:00.000-07:002009-04-27T15:17:52.385-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SfYu9Pkx7BI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xk3Z1LvWy28/s1600-h/P4260077.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SfYu9Pkx7BI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xk3Z1LvWy28/s400/P4260077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329498838727257106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Foto de Marcio Miranda<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-5727185178916111159?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-46104264779589814512009-02-03T12:56:00.000-08:002009-02-03T13:11:50.919-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SYiy8FVj-UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tqLktN4FhiA/s1600-h/balaperdida2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SYiy8FVj-UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tqLktN4FhiA/s400/balaperdida2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298681706895898946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> Bala perdida(do artista plástico Zé de Rocha)</span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Campo minado<br /><br /></span><br />Fiz exumação das minhas palavras,<br />Mas,<br />não encontrei nelas<br />nenhum vestígio<br />de tiro à queima roupa<br />nem rajadas de ventos<br />que fulminassem<br />os últimos suspiros<br />do meu vocabulário inerte,<br />que despido<br />jazia<br />numa cama fria<br />aguardando<br />o milagre<br />da ressurreição...<br /><br /><br />MARCIO MIRANDA<br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-4610426477958981451?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-77593958554838384052008-12-19T12:36:00.000-08:002008-12-19T12:41:52.014-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >FRAGMENTOS</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">Beijei tua pele tostada</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">ô maga da noite,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">contrito</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">sufoquei minha alma </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">com a porção quente </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">da tua </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">melanina...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">MARCIO MIRANDA</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-7759395855483838405?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-29884382983373161142008-10-25T12:26:00.000-07:002008-10-25T12:36:50.263-07:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Estrela cadente em mar aberto</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Sereia furtiva<br />do meu deserto,<br />vou beber o néctar<br />dos teus lábios<br />ao me encontrar com tua beleza...<br /><br /><br />MARCIO MIRANDA</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-2988438298337316114?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-68398037419235713422008-10-25T10:55:00.000-07:002008-10-25T12:16:34.350-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SQNv_-Ai55I/AAAAAAAAAFw/p5qVWCJmm94/s1600-h/04vitrais.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SQNv_-Ai55I/AAAAAAAAAFw/p5qVWCJmm94/s400/04vitrais.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261171934466598802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">TELA DO ARTISTA PLÁSTICO -</span>GILBERTO SALVADOR<span style="font-size:85%;">(vitrais 04)</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-6839803741923571342?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-15343017961543593042008-09-24T12:32:00.001-07:002008-09-24T12:57:48.534-07:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-size:180%;">AS RUAS ESTREITAS ESCONDEM TUA BELEZA</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >"Você pediu que eu fizesse um poema por você"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">É verdade<br />Te encontrei chorando<br />você me olhava<br />e nada via<br />entediada pedia que eu rasgasse tua aura<br />e penetrasse em tua beleza,<br />eu com medo dessa viagem<br />amarrei meus punhos em tuas entranhas<br />contive meus anseios<br />e<br />sem querer<br />derramei teus sonhos,<br />você sonhava acordada<br />e sentia dores<br />nos calcanhares<br />por pisar em minha alma<br />que se contorcia e gritava aos anjos,<br />que<br />fingindo não ouvir(os anjos)<br />roubavam tua beleza<br />doavam às flores<br />que habitavam as ruas estreitas...<br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">MARCIO MIRANDA</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-1534301796154359304?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-6350501070088308772008-09-16T12:21:00.000-07:002008-09-16T17:58:30.668-07:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">TEMPOS INSANOS</span></span><br /><br /><br />A cova está aberta<br />mas os mortos<br />rejeitam seus sepulcros<br />preferindo a solidão das noites quentes<br />perambular pelas ruas<br />à procura de prazeres e deleites<br />saciando seus desejos mórbidos.<br />Em suas vestes de cristais entram e saem das casas<br />acompanhados de sacerdotes<br />fazendo suas rezas prescritas<br />tentando espantar demônios<br />falidos<br />cremados por sua febre irracional.<br />Temendo a brisa<br />se refugiam em garagens poluídas<br />e nada vêem<br />que os levem<br />ao encontro dos seus corvos...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">MARCIO MIRANDA </span><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-635050107008830877?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-35859474540512893622008-09-16T10:58:00.000-07:002008-09-16T11:19:20.666-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SM_1NJLVTsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gOj_MPB11Ps/s1600-h/P8030183.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SM_1NJLVTsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gOj_MPB11Ps/s400/P8030183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246681697060474562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">TELA DO ARTISTA PLÁSTICO GILBERTO BAHIA</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">TEIXEIRA DE FREITAS- BA</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-3585947454051289362?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-33553032102912603512008-09-08T12:15:00.000-07:002008-09-08T12:32:18.523-07:00ela<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SMV9Z3t6mtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/svp4v-1lxXY/s1600-h/Z1jgl4av.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SMV9Z3t6mtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/svp4v-1lxXY/s400/Z1jgl4av.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243735224549546706" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tela-Gilberto Bahia</span><br /><br /><br />PERFIL<br /><br /></span><br />De olhos vendados<br />atirei-me em seu alento<br />ô profundezas da terra,<br />em minha frente as imagens e os conflitos<br />dominavam meus punhos<br />que afiados<br />insistiam incomodar<br />teus olhos aflitos<br />ejaculando palavras<br />destemidas e estranhas.<br />Enquanto expunha minha medula<br />ao veneno alheio,<br />e minhas costas à rapina de plantão<br />o meu âmago ardia<br />pelos ferimentos<br />grosseiros<br />da insolente pua<br />que<br />triturava meu intimo<br />mostrando minha alma obscura....<br /><br /><br /><br />MARCIO MIRANDA CARNEIRO<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-3355303210291260351?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-7495177572339056522008-09-02T14:39:00.000-07:002008-09-02T14:49:43.742-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SL2zw-oKU0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/cinf0RJj_FY/s1600-h/woodstock,+goths,+etc.PNG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SL2zw-oKU0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/cinf0RJj_FY/s320/woodstock,+goths,+etc.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241543195355665218" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" > BRAZIL COM Z (CRÔNICAS) CANTANDO NA AVENIDA DA MORTE</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />Ao som do motor dos carros na conhecida Avenida da Morte, andávamos alheios aos perigos. Dizem que Deus protege os bêbados, os loucos e as crianças, esqueceram de mencionar, sobretudo a nós, adolescentes. E seguimos cantando: Nós somos jovens / Jovens, jovens / Somos o exército do surf / Sempre a cantar / (sempre a cantar) / Vamos deslizar / (vamos deslizar) / E quem não souber / (e quem não souber) / Eu vou ensinar / Vou dizer porque / (vou dizer porque) / Amo tanto o mar / (amo tanto o mar) / Balançando assim / Você junto a mim / Vivo a cantar. Essa não é uma música de nossa geração. No animado grupo de três pessoas constam: Bia, filha de uma headbanger, Julinho, filho de um surfista aposentado, e que hoje comercializa pranchas no fundo do quintal de sua casa, e Sidarta, fruto da legítima Rainha da Casa de Sol de Arembebe, na Bahia em meados dos anos 70. Herdamos esta canção das lembranças e vivências de nossos pais.<br />Um dia enquanto brincávamos de verdade ou conseqüência, paramos o jogo e questionamos a nossa geração: se não há a famigerada ditadura militar aterrorizando nossos destinos e se não há restrição à leitura, música, programas de TV e à cultura, então porque <strong>parte</strong> nossa geração é tão violenta e alienada? Especulamos sobre toda a teoria de psicólogos de areia de praia que nos ocorreu. A nenhuma conclusão chegamos. Só sabíamos que éramos três com ilusões, cismas e procurávamos confusos a chave desse imenso enigma que se chama vida. A vida, esse mistério terrível, nada mais é que um terrível vício.<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Byazinha Frusca </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-749517757233905652?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-51637431239079330912008-08-27T14:17:00.000-07:002008-08-27T14:23:34.600-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SLXFulOVL2I/AAAAAAAAADw/5VqARWNrT1I/s1600-h/Z1azrypr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SLXFulOVL2I/AAAAAAAAADw/5VqARWNrT1I/s320/Z1azrypr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239311145572314978" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Paris-de esquina com o imaginário(artista plástico Gilberto Bahia)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-5163743123907933091?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-5651061605473201142008-08-27T14:06:00.000-07:002008-08-27T14:33:57.350-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Solidão e saudade<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" >é um misto que nos invade<br />é um medo que nos aprisiona<br />é um amargo que nossa lingua prova<br />solidão e saudade<br />em fusão nos levam aos poucos para a terra<br />da depressão e da superficialidade<br /><br />Uma nos nega a presa, mesmo que finita daquela que amamos<br />a outra nos impossibilita de viver outra vez o que foi bom<br />apenas recordar e recordar e recordar<br />assim a solidão e a saudade vão nos abraçando<br />até que se tornam nossas roupas sentimentais<br />e não desenrolam por nosso querer<br />pois acabamos temendo a vida livre<br />com novas pessoas e possibilidades<br />temendo que surja novas dores e novas verdades<br />De sorte que temos o instinto de sentir a companhia<br />de uma árvore que faz sombra de tarde<br />ou de uma música que faz um eco enorme<br />dentro de nós - e nos baila em doces lembranças<br />Na solidão ou na saudade<br />singular e plural entre si<br />o amor é pretérito imperfeito<br />a nostalgia é droga que dá defeito<br />e o silêncio desloca o grito de volta ao nosso peito.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Éder CCS</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.dusolalua.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.dusolalua.blogspot.com</a><a href="http://www.ederpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.ederpoesia.blogspot.com</a></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;" class="selr"><span style="font-size:100%;"> <a class="rbs" href="javascript:%20void(0);" id="reply_link_1" onclick="_quickReplyOpen(this, 1);"> </a><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-565106160547320114?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-44950350336987820552008-08-18T15:06:00.000-07:002008-08-18T15:28:05.934-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SKn0NoK22dI/AAAAAAAAADM/uWhVTeLh5Rk/s1600-h/02erotica.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SKn0NoK22dI/AAAAAAAAADM/uWhVTeLh5Rk/s320/02erotica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235984556753344978" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=""><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=""> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tela de Gilberto Salvador</span></span><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=""><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:180%;"><i style=""><span style="">MACULADO</span></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style=""><br /></span></i></span></p><div face="verdana" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></p><div face="verdana" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></i><i style=""><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></i></span> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">Reprovado por teus seios<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">áridos,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">busco as migalhas<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">sucumbidas<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">sobre minha alma<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">que pena<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">na escuridão de um barco<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">naufragado<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">nas águas tranqüilas do teu mar...<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">Eu,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">inconsciente pairava<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">guiado pelo vapor<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">dos teus olhos negros,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">enquanto minha sombra<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">induzia-me a mergulhar<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">na sentença de réu<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">pela transgressão das tuas pupilas<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">que aqueciam minha pele<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">levando-me ao orgasmo poluído<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="">em tua imutável beleza...<o:p></o:p><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p face="verdana" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Márcio Miranda Carneiro</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-4495035033698782055?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-84034658773338289772008-08-18T15:02:00.000-07:002008-08-18T15:26:18.233-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >IMAGENS E CONFLITOS</span><br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Na primeira vez<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">que encontrei com Brando<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">na tela do Cine Ópera,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">dom Corleone<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">exigiu minha pele<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de cordeiro<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">como recompensa,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">lembro,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">meu personagem recebeu<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">um beijo na testa<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">e àquelas alturas<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">o meu funeral<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">já estava caminhando.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Deixaram-me tão só,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">entregue aos abutres...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Eu não imaginava<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">que daquela profusão de imagens<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">nasceria um banquete<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de conflitos:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">entre a moral e a carne,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">entre o crente e o cético,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">entre o sério e o político,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">sou <span style=""> </span>ético,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">“um homem chamado cavalo”.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando do lado de fora,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">as figurinhas carimbadas<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de super- heróis<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">passavam de mãos em mãos,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">trocadas,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">o meu final foi<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">uma natureza morta...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sempre desobedeci <span style=""> </span>as ordens<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">do padrinho<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">mas,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">nunca recusei as iguarias<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">do <span style=""> </span>cardápio mundano...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Dedicado ao poeta Márcio Carneiro que lançou o blog Imagens e Conflitos.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=""> </span>Luciano Fraga<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-8403465877333828977?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-48161855178107690852008-08-16T18:09:00.000-07:002008-08-16T18:31:07.800-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SKd7tlHCJxI/AAAAAAAAADE/wwqxiNk_GwY/s1600-h/pascoelinha2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SKd7tlHCJxI/AAAAAAAAADE/wwqxiNk_GwY/s320/pascoelinha2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235289114827433746" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="style7"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" > Maurilio Braz Carneiro</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="style7"> <span style="font-size:78%;">Participante ilustre da pascoelinha</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="style7"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">PASCOELINHA</span><br /></p><br /><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="style7"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Dias após o sábado de aleluia acontece no distrito de Juazeirinho (Conc do Coité) a Pascoelinha, manifestação cultural que percorre as ruas e praças do distrito com a participação</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> de pessoas que alegram a comunida</span><span style="font-size:100%;">.<br /></span></p><div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"> </div><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" > Geralmente a festa começa no meio da tarde com o desfile de caretas, confeccionadas com materiais reciclados, em seguida acontece o desfile de cavalheiros trajados de jaleques e chapéus decorados com flores e penas de diversas cores com seus cavalos enfeitados de papéis de seda coloridos e guizos barulhentos animando as pessoas presentes.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-4816185517810769085?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-84847995909149933462008-08-14T18:00:00.000-07:002008-08-14T18:11:28.738-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SKTXpiZOu7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/6hs9u84PDQI/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SKTXpiZOu7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/6hs9u84PDQI/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234545775518596018" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Tela do artista plástico-Nelson Magalhães Filho<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-8484799590914993346?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-71566643044358572432008-08-14T13:57:00.001-07:002008-08-14T17:31:24.035-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">OS VERSOS</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">O que são meus versos?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Vocábulos?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">vestígios?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Coágulos?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Procuras?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Insensatez de moribundo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Tinos vagabundos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">oriundos do desejo de cantar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">ondas salientes de papéis</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">odres velho sob o mar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">recortes nos jornais de fogo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">palavrões nos becos imundos.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">instintos morbidos,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">incautos </span>profundos.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">O que são os versos?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">inversos,perversos?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Taciturno,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">calço meu coturno</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">saio pelo mundo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">atirando a ermo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">o meu versar...</span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">MARCIO MIRANDA</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-7156664304435857243?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-70846739175639071772008-08-09T05:16:00.000-07:002008-08-09T05:43:46.294-07:00<div align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SJ2P7sH_HRI/AAAAAAAAACM/OcwDN1TjCC0/s1600-h/282447SDC%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232496597694094610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SJ2P7sH_HRI/AAAAAAAAACM/OcwDN1TjCC0/s320/282447SDC%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SJ2P7sK8IkI/AAAAAAAAACU/ka79ja06j5g/s1600-h/STK17765CTE%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232496597706482242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SJ2P7sK8IkI/AAAAAAAAACU/ka79ja06j5g/s320/STK17765CTE%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SJ2P71qAFjI/AAAAAAAAACc/xgpzSD4oZlo/s1600-h/SB10063658FY-001%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232496600252683826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SJ2P71qAFjI/AAAAAAAAACc/xgpzSD4oZlo/s320/SB10063658FY-001%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">O LIVRO E A AMÉRICA</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Oh! Bendito o que semeia<br />Livros... livros à mão cheia...<br />E manda o povo pensar!<br />O livro cainda n'alma<br />É germe - que faz a palma,<br />É chuva - que faz o mar.<br />(...)<br />Bravo! a quem salva o futuro!<br />Fecundando a multidão!...<br />Num poema amortalhada<br />Nunca morre uma nação.<br /></span><a id="Conclus.C3.A3o" name="Conclus.C3.A3o"></a><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">CASTRO ALVES</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-7084673917563907177?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-52875837846726815232008-08-08T16:47:00.000-07:002008-08-08T19:08:53.331-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SJzuOkKc9XI/AAAAAAAAACE/-EopUyI-zPI/s1600-h/d05080011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SJzuOkKc9XI/AAAAAAAAACE/-EopUyI-zPI/s320/d05080011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232318801090770290" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">FARPADO</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />Encerro meus olhos por um instante,<br />Infame<br />Vislumbro os caminhos perdidos<br />Na vida gangorra<br />A masmorra<br />O jumento<br />O carro-de-boi...<br /><br />Em minhas mãos os arreios<br />Vestígios<br />de um<br />tempo insoluto<br />que encarcerou meu entendimento.<br /><br />pelas estradas perniciosas<br />cego minha alma<br />com poeiras torpes.<br /><br />Moribundo<br />atropelo os desejos<br />de transpor o ermo<br />de um turbulento<br />caminho....<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">M</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ARCIO MIRANDA</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-5287583784672681523?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-8209060091619443872008-08-02T13:30:00.000-07:002008-08-02T13:47:23.079-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="texto"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> BANDAS DE <object height="349" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sByUUDmlTbU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sByUUDmlTbU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="349" width="425"></embed></object>PÍFANO</span></span></span><br /><span class="texto"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ></span></span><br /><span class="texto"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ></span></span><br /><span class="texto"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >É um conjunto instrumental de </span><v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"><v:stroke joinstyle="miter"></v:stroke><v:formulas><v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"></v:f><v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"></v:f><v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"></v:f><v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"></v:f><v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"></v:f><v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"></v:f><v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"></v:f><v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"></v:f><v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"></v:f><v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"></v:f><v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"></v:f><v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"></v:f></v:formulas><v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f"></v:path><o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"></o:lock></v:shapetype><v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" style="margin-top: 15.5pt; z-index: 1; left: 0px; margin-left: 0px; width: 191.2pt; position: absolute; height: 136.6pt; text-align: left;" allowoverlap="f" alt="" type="#_x0000_t75"><v:imagedata title="pe0014i1" src="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CVIRGIN%7E1.SIL%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_image001.jpg"></v:imagedata><w:wrap type="square"></w:wrap></v:shape><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" >percussão e sopro, dos mais antigos, característicos e importantes da música folclórica brasileira. Historicamente o pífano remonta à época dos primeiros cristãos, que tinham no pífano, pifes ou pífora, uma maneira de saudar a Virgem Maria nas festas natalinas. Na feição nordestina a banda de pífanos é uma criação do mestiço brasileiro, que com sua criatividade e intuição musical adaptou o instrumental, dando-lhe a forma típica pela qual é conhecida no folclore brasileiro.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-820906009161944387?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-83669799068041487782008-08-02T07:47:00.000-07:002008-08-02T13:23:25.118-07:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">DISTANCIA</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Distancia longa distancia</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">de entristecer</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">asfalto insolente</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">léguas eloqüentes </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">trilhas guetos</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">faixas livres</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">para enlouquecer</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sozinho.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Na mente </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">as lembranças</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">da maliciosa viagem</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">para jamais esquecer....</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">MARCIO MIRANDA</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-8366979906804148778?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-10586294454384618492008-07-29T18:55:00.000-07:002008-07-29T19:06:05.720-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SI_K-wQpMtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZWhIuHEQ-uo/s1600-h/Nelson.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SI_K-wQpMtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZWhIuHEQ-uo/s320/Nelson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228620871855846098" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tela do artista plástico NELSON MAGALHÃES FILHO,série Anjos Baldio 2008<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-1058629445438461849?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-18986891197243684252008-07-25T18:37:00.000-07:002008-08-20T17:47:27.566-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">INSONE<br /><br /><br />Não quero estar só<br />rogo as aranhas que me visitem<br />com sua nudez noturna<br />quando as vespas<br />afugentam meu odor...<br />Em minha companhia<br />o efêmero canto das formigas<br />raso e soturno<br />assola meus instigados timpanos.<br />No velho rádio<br />Marley já não diz<br />¨It is love¨<br />como penetrar neste abismo?<br />Sentado num vazio<br />refresco minhas pálpebras<br />com gotas de vinho,<br />nem um violão nem Dylan<br />separam-me<br />de uma noite vasta....<br /><br /><br /> MARCIO MIRANDA<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-1898689119724368425?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-61131340772518878282008-07-25T18:23:00.000-07:002008-07-25T18:36:23.197-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SIp_XohST6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/MHgANPllRl8/s1600-h/01erotica.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HShcCz_iiT8/SIp_XohST6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/MHgANPllRl8/s320/01erotica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227130361507631010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">TELA - ERÓTICA de GILBERTO SALVADOR</span></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-6113134077251887828?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-64411009481111137232008-07-21T17:09:00.000-07:002008-07-21T17:26:00.665-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">SEDENTO<br /><br /><br />Meus ouvidos surdos<br />Ouviram teu clamor<br />baixei o volume absurdo<br />transfigurei a cor.<br />Roubei teus sentimentos<br />guardei no porão do amor<br />vencido pelo império vertente<br />torrente andei,<br />no teu perfume de rosas murchas<br /> afoguei.<br />O meu êmbolo travou<br />aterrorizado vaguei<br />meu mundo desabou...<br /><br /><br />Marcio Miranda<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-6441100948111113723?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258312184626608979.post-34047201866120609992008-07-19T18:09:00.000-07:002008-07-19T18:18:13.514-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Cansado de ouvir coisas fúteis<br />estacionei no teu corpo agônico.<br />Amarrei meus desejos perversos<br />nos seus movimentos atônitos<br />jurei não está ali.<br />Perdido na imensidão,<br />acordei contigo.....<br /><br /><br /><br />Marcio Miranda<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258312184626608979-3404720186612060999?l=imagenseconflitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marcio mchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08344158273017669509noreply@blogger.com1