tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67545719603746347752012-02-29T20:49:38.042-03:00Na luta contra a Arte Zumbi como única forma de expressão artística. Acredita no poder das palavras para mudar o mundo!Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-22207446067749653502012-02-29T20:49:00.000-03:002012-02-29T20:49:38.047-03:002012-02-29T20:49:38.047-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox0Lb756rpo/T065dPHQkeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zwaPtSvkm7s/s1600/55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox0Lb756rpo/T065dPHQkeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zwaPtSvkm7s/s320/55.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> <br /> </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A transformação radicaliza o modo de viver.<br /> Conheço realidades na pele<br /> Deixar tudo para trás<br /> Focar numa nova direção.<br /> <br /> Louco, fanático, lunático,<br /> Foram estes os termos repetidos.<br /> Acertei com o erro.<br /> <br /> Faria tudo de novo!<br /> Encontrei conforto e paz.<br /> A radicalização transforma o modo de viver.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-2220744606774965350?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dFFjmi-M3cgNaL3EzUG86JGyaWI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dFFjmi-M3cgNaL3EzUG86JGyaWI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dFFjmi-M3cgNaL3EzUG86JGyaWI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dFFjmi-M3cgNaL3EzUG86JGyaWI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/l_RT3L9XDDs" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/02/radicalizacao.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-31770433151904669032012-02-22T00:12:00.000-02:002012-02-22T00:12:22.160-02:002012-02-22T00:12:22.160-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6vXfNvu8pA/T0RO5IMWNRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/SfO--rwlMs4/s1600/primeirori.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6vXfNvu8pA/T0RO5IMWNRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/SfO--rwlMs4/s1600/primeirori.jpg" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div>Uma primeira poesia, do primeiro verso, no primeiro caminho,<br /> da primeira ideia, um primeiro provérbio<br /> da primeira fala, na primeira encenação<br /> no primeiro dia de aula.<br /> Do primeiro olhar de desejo<br /> da primeira derrota, primeira vitória!<br /> Primeiro beijo, primeiro fora...<br /> <br /> De tantos primeiros, tornei-me o último,<br /> não inutil, nem incensato!<br /> Me fiz primeiro ou fiz-me o primeiro...<br /> Através de um espelho, através de um espectro.<br /> Meu talento é apenas replicar... replicar... replicar... replicar... replicar...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-3177043315190466903?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lBghGHjIsMOUcRgp4X2vMc-7Suc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lBghGHjIsMOUcRgp4X2vMc-7Suc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lBghGHjIsMOUcRgp4X2vMc-7Suc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lBghGHjIsMOUcRgp4X2vMc-7Suc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/-RYBAZZ3QAM" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/02/primeiro.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-22162019568029311882012-02-11T21:40:00.000-02:002012-02-11T21:40:00.206-02:002012-02-11T21:40:00.206-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XK4JNhAGloM/Tzb8LCeTxMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iOPGf1pT9I8/s1600/guilhermebergamini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XK4JNhAGloM/Tzb8LCeTxMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iOPGf1pT9I8/s320/guilhermebergamini.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> <br /> </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">O cansaço chegou esta noite<br /> De mansinho veio até cá,<br /> Uma aula me é exposta,<br /> Qual aposta vai vingar?<br /> <br /> O som das pessoas ecoam no ambiente,<br /> e quantas coisas ficam a falar.<br /> Sinto sua falta!<br /> Delicadeza sempre faz bem!<br /> <br /> Qual a resposta que cala o aflito?<br /> E qual a dinâmica que danifica o autor?<br /> Sonhe e solte,<br /> sole e sorria!<br /> <br /> A cadeira da cadeia alimentar,<br /> alimenta os sonhos de quem escreve...<br /> Novas frases se eternizam,<br /> Por um momento, ou pouco mais!<br /> <br /> Passei, tracei, discuti e divulguei.<br /> Os olhos sem sorriso,<br /> mensuram a solidão!</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-2216201956802931188?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m5veqQxLxJ4xEksC1oGP8X6QXGo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m5veqQxLxJ4xEksC1oGP8X6QXGo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m5veqQxLxJ4xEksC1oGP8X6QXGo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m5veqQxLxJ4xEksC1oGP8X6QXGo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/n6L3hYJm95w" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/02/finalmente.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-78624642183441287252012-02-11T21:27:00.000-02:002012-02-11T21:27:40.928-02:002012-02-11T21:27:40.928-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPOldeTlvSA/Tzb5S3h6sDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xCW7MrGqTko/s1600/street-view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPOldeTlvSA/Tzb5S3h6sDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xCW7MrGqTko/s320/street-view.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> <br /> <br /> </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nunca vi o mangue,<br /> nem conheço a catinga<br /> Quase fui ao cerrado<br /> Só adentrei Mata Atlântica.<br /> <br /> Não me perdi no deserto,<br /> nem gosto de neve senti.<br /> Escalo Serra da Mantiqueira!<br /> dos Alpes apenas ouço<br /> <br /> A globalização me faz viajar a novos lugares...<br /> Faço um embarque no Street View®<br /> Sou um viajante digital,<br /> e um caipira real!</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-7862464218344128725?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-qDR6h2VhQOIost0sHwOOAHDqYU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-qDR6h2VhQOIost0sHwOOAHDqYU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-qDR6h2VhQOIost0sHwOOAHDqYU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-qDR6h2VhQOIost0sHwOOAHDqYU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/DX_4n0LdMsc" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-viajante.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-7797582988487346772012-02-11T21:23:00.000-02:002012-02-11T21:23:15.572-02:002012-02-11T21:23:15.572-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AWHHNBgfHCo/Tzb4PiDnUQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rvu-N5GmFCw/s1600/Luther-King.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AWHHNBgfHCo/Tzb4PiDnUQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rvu-N5GmFCw/s320/Luther-King.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Não sou magnata<br /> nem sou fariseu,<br /> Não sou nenhum primata<br /> Que só pensa no seu.<br /> <br /> Até quando isto vai continuar?<br /> onde quem tem é,<br /> e quem não tem<br /> tem que "pastar".<br /> <br /> Perante Deus<br /> somos todos iguais!<br /> Não se julgue melhor<br /> Só porque ganha mais<br /> <br /> Há um objetivo<br /> pelo qual estamos aqui<br /> Então faça o melhor<br /> para tentar descobrir!</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-779758298848734677?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H2yXu0MbBu2PTmhFu5Aa4qk7YLQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H2yXu0MbBu2PTmhFu5Aa4qk7YLQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H2yXu0MbBu2PTmhFu5Aa4qk7YLQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H2yXu0MbBu2PTmhFu5Aa4qk7YLQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/HWKNci1-Rlc" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/02/igualdade.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-62297667869018857982012-02-11T21:20:00.000-02:002012-02-11T21:20:44.282-02:002012-02-11T21:20:44.282-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Me2zITE4HXE/Tzb3oXtQ6sI/AAAAAAAAAN0/20EdVCfYgt0/s1600/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Me2zITE4HXE/Tzb3oXtQ6sI/AAAAAAAAAN0/20EdVCfYgt0/s320/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> <br /> <br /> </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Viajo em mares profundos<br /> Isso é total sinestesia.<br /> De ti nunca escrevi...<br /> minha inspiração tão crescente.<br /> <br /> Teu sorriso tão casto,<br /> meiguice que irradia<br /> deixa rastros...<br /> Adentrar-me-ei em ti, sempre!<br /> <br /> Guardei-te só para mim,<br /> minha mente a descreve<br /> como livros sem fim.<br /> <br /> Só um poema não poderia expressar<br /> tua grande beleza<br /> como um oceano repleto...</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-6229766786901885798?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hn8c3RpjzWYoQ3_RAwtDSJ6qOfA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hn8c3RpjzWYoQ3_RAwtDSJ6qOfA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hn8c3RpjzWYoQ3_RAwtDSJ6qOfA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hn8c3RpjzWYoQ3_RAwtDSJ6qOfA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/lbHG_NiJUrE" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/02/amor.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-84627046532281272012012-02-05T23:56:00.000-02:002012-02-05T23:56:05.875-02:002012-02-05T23:56:05.875-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--E3I-fakyHc/Ty8y4ANLNeI/AAAAAAAAANs/soBipDsYTk8/s1600/invisivel-09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--E3I-fakyHc/Ty8y4ANLNeI/AAAAAAAAANs/soBipDsYTk8/s200/invisivel-09.jpg" width="183" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> <br /> </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Esperei-te...<br /> Espera da procura perfeita<br /> Na cultivação de novas falas,<br /> repercuti repertórios novos.<br /> <br /> Sou fantasma de minhas próprias obras<br /> sou poeta sem faces<br /> Não como ator...<br /> palavras minhas nem interpreto!</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-8462704653228127201?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HqkCxldSL3YZbGlve3QMLvJRBV4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HqkCxldSL3YZbGlve3QMLvJRBV4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HqkCxldSL3YZbGlve3QMLvJRBV4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HqkCxldSL3YZbGlve3QMLvJRBV4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/FsQ-pgC-xLk" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/02/invisivel.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-34426603265581598862012-02-05T23:31:00.000-02:002012-02-05T23:31:17.643-02:002012-02-05T23:31:17.643-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WBFFKX6SrvQ/Ty8tRTRPbPI/AAAAAAAAANk/2IgrOWtwMAk/s1600/photovinho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WBFFKX6SrvQ/Ty8tRTRPbPI/AAAAAAAAANk/2IgrOWtwMAk/s320/photovinho.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> <br /> </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Todas as fases, em face, a vida,<br /> E todos os sonhos, sonhados vividos.<br /> Transbordam no peito<br /> na singela companhia do sentimento.<br /> <br /> Toda estrutura de perdas e ganhos,<br /> Eloquentes ou simples.<br /> Na simplicidade da vida,<br /> que um dia é vivida<br /> na suprema harmonia<br /> Entre homens e sonhos.<br /> <br /> O enunciado hoje é anunciado.<br /> E nos faz ver a grandeza do céu.<br /> Novas histórias sempre serão contadas<br /> O universo não para!<br /> <br /> Mas, se ainda sei escrever<br /> é em razão de ainda saber pensar.<br /> Saber amar,<br /> Saber viver!<br /> <br /> Noites nem sempre são escuras.<br /> Nas casas as luzes acesas estão<br /> Quando a mente serena fica,<br /> gigantes são vencidos.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-3442660326558159886?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FGjoENFW8ymXngnr7EdlS83WfEk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FGjoENFW8ymXngnr7EdlS83WfEk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FGjoENFW8ymXngnr7EdlS83WfEk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FGjoENFW8ymXngnr7EdlS83WfEk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/N5z20l_ca_U" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/02/faces.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-25893394568654529042012-02-03T08:55:00.000-02:002012-02-03T08:55:35.830-02:002012-02-03T08:55:35.830-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKBp0yNMllw/Tyu8_tC95yI/AAAAAAAAANc/V1p7GuuEOn4/s1600/teatro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKBp0yNMllw/Tyu8_tC95yI/AAAAAAAAANc/V1p7GuuEOn4/s320/teatro.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> <br /> </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Na sua vivência,<br /> na sua cadência,<br /> na sua competência<br /> Na sua ausência.<br /> <br /> nos seus sonhos e planos,<br /> espairecem pensamentos brandos.<br /> a ligação ocorre de modo fantástico<br /> aglutinam-se em conexões neurais.<br /> <br /> sua juventude se transforma em rugas.<br /> em certo momento nada responde mais!<br /> fica-se triste... brusca é a...<br /> <br /> Pusilanimidade ou coragem?<br /> Afogou-se Narciso! Afoga-se a vaidade!<br /> transpassado é o medo pela Plenitude.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-2589339456865452904?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5AWE9zS0r3dVK5CrZTYU15uZFl4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5AWE9zS0r3dVK5CrZTYU15uZFl4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5AWE9zS0r3dVK5CrZTYU15uZFl4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5AWE9zS0r3dVK5CrZTYU15uZFl4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/E_586zAHYiQ" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/02/grande-finale.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-13067039642647575882012-02-03T08:32:00.002-02:002012-02-03T08:33:39.729-02:002012-02-03T08:33:39.729-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3xwRY3YzXU/Tyu3gSONEcI/AAAAAAAAANU/FkapAmnUz8M/s1600/photo28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3xwRY3YzXU/Tyu3gSONEcI/AAAAAAAAANU/FkapAmnUz8M/s320/photo28.jpg" width="213" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></span></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br /> <div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Era uma noite tranquila<br /> Alguns ratos andavam normalmente.<br /> Aquela era uma casa antiga,<br /> não morava ninguém por ali.<br /> <br /> A região era bem conhecida,<br /> Bem conhecida da Companhia Central.<br /> Mas, o que poderia acontecer<br /> Aquilo era uma situação real?<br /> </span><br /> <div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Foi quando da casa alguém saiu</span><br /> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Com um fraque preto e bem arrumado.<br /> Ouvira falar:<br /> "Dia era festa no arraial".<br /> <br /> Os passos eram lentos e calmos,<br /> pareciam um relógio inglês.<br /> Toc, toc, toc...<br /> Logo, ele chegaria ao seu destino.</span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-1306703964264757588?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WXuDjBkLUmr7rl5NhVuJeabWr_E/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WXuDjBkLUmr7rl5NhVuJeabWr_E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WXuDjBkLUmr7rl5NhVuJeabWr_E/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WXuDjBkLUmr7rl5NhVuJeabWr_E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/9BL8G_FnU48" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/02/conto.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-10459494243644165322012-02-02T22:42:00.000-02:002012-02-02T22:42:49.664-02:002012-02-02T22:42:49.664-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VjZl1kVv9vU/TystYfjplAI/AAAAAAAAANM/PUcZqariJ6A/s1600/macaco.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VjZl1kVv9vU/TystYfjplAI/AAAAAAAAANM/PUcZqariJ6A/s320/macaco.JPG" width="270" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div>Quando palavras somem<br /> sobram sentimentos e dor.<br /> Nem tudo é tão certo,<br /> nem todos são sinceros.<br /> <br /> Não se preocupar é a grande forma<br /> de enaltecer a vida.<br /> Mas, é tão difícil acreditar...<br /> Os sonhos são vãos!<br /> <br /> Não tenho medo do futuro<br /> Ele é meu amigo.<br /> E o presente,<br /> realmente, é presente!<br /> <br /> Respirarei, tranquilamente,<br /> Exporei meus sentimentos.<br /> Não aguardarei reconhecimento.<br /> Feliz eu sou!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-1045949424364416532?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eL9yUU3syyQOTcngI10zWD7WJCA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eL9yUU3syyQOTcngI10zWD7WJCA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eL9yUU3syyQOTcngI10zWD7WJCA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eL9yUU3syyQOTcngI10zWD7WJCA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/xnwGT9m1pnc" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-sentimento-prevalece-sobre-logica.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-59453998902398904382012-01-31T12:46:00.000-02:002012-01-31T12:46:39.523-02:002012-01-31T12:46:39.523-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4OFZPPM98Y/Tyf-OmPwx_I/AAAAAAAAANE/2b2-z6AYq_E/s1600/cegueira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4OFZPPM98Y/Tyf-OmPwx_I/AAAAAAAAANE/2b2-z6AYq_E/s1600/cegueira.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> <br /> </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Notórios feitos são realizados<br /> Disfarces dão o tom da conversa.<br /> No âmago a verdade não é escondida<br /> Mascaras caem. Acaba-se o carnaval!<br /> <br /> Não veem a realidade um palmo à frente.<br /> Não importa. Não faz mal...<br /> Reações são ReFl e Xos de ações<br /> Qual será a colheita da próxima estação?<br /> <br /> De longe, pode-se ver um brilho. De perto os olhos...<br /> Olhos receosos, chorosos e cheios de ambição.<br /> Olhos sem olhos, a cegueira propagou!<br /> <br /> </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A dor já não toca, apenas retoca a hipocrisia Imperialista.<br /> Faculdades de escolhas são roubadas<br /> quando a vida é guiada apenas por emoções! </span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/kpeiPbjDlDs/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpeiPbjDlDs&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpeiPbjDlDs&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-5945399890239890438?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EmPsPnlIpwXCK3S7xDMSJcBgCmQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EmPsPnlIpwXCK3S7xDMSJcBgCmQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EmPsPnlIpwXCK3S7xDMSJcBgCmQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EmPsPnlIpwXCK3S7xDMSJcBgCmQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/0IWhfCZEtQY" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/01/cegueira.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-3283589191313744782012-01-30T01:20:00.000-02:002012-01-30T01:20:10.439-02:002012-01-30T01:20:10.439-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9TVfKhOSHDw/TyYMIIq63II/AAAAAAAAAM8/vKzXMid8ISw/s1600/untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9TVfKhOSHDw/TyYMIIq63II/AAAAAAAAAM8/vKzXMid8ISw/s1600/untitled.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Você nem sempre se conhece. <br /> Inteligência nem sempre é a solução. <br /> Você tem certeza de qual é a resposta? <br /> Apenas olhe o céu e veja o azul... <br /> <br /> Bendiga a cantiga de um amigo <br /> Ele realmente tem zelo por você. <br /> Mas, nunca espere apoio, talvez ele possa não vir. <br /> <br /> Compartilhe sonhos e esperanças, <br /> Olhe para as necessidades alheias <br /> Note que você não está sozinho, neste mundo. <br /> Traga contigo conceitos relevantes <br /> Ignore insultos e ofensas. <br /> Goze a vida da maneira mais bela. <br /> Oportunidades aparecerão todos os dias!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-328358919131374478?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pYAWtFmEn5K9-tukQa8wSbzkW8g/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pYAWtFmEn5K9-tukQa8wSbzkW8g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pYAWtFmEn5K9-tukQa8wSbzkW8g/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pYAWtFmEn5K9-tukQa8wSbzkW8g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/Cw-O2rFYla0" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/01/viva-bem-contigo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-77566525503823877512012-01-30T01:16:00.000-02:002012-01-30T01:16:24.275-02:002012-01-30T01:16:24.275-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cGMbm-eHKQ/TyYLbLhu4_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/vpU7U3EaIiA/s1600/photo19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cGMbm-eHKQ/TyYLbLhu4_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/vpU7U3EaIiA/s320/photo19.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">São quase cinco horas da manhã!<br /> Acordado estou, pensando neste dia que passou.<br /> Quantas coisas foram realizadas,<br /> Volto-me em refletir...<br /> <br /> Enalteço quem consegue descansar<br /> Tenho certeza que tudo mudará!<br /> As histórias nem sempre são belas,<br /> Todos disputam alegria.<br /> <br /> Junto a tudo, vem a vaidade,<br /> o desejo de querer ser mais.<br /> Descansar é um resultado formidável.<br /> <br /> Não agir, pode ser agir da forma correta.<br /> Estarei em busca da felicidade.<br /> Acalmarei meu coração!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-7756652550382387751?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Oj7AN3DuPQ59fJFP1ohd9EsEVDU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Oj7AN3DuPQ59fJFP1ohd9EsEVDU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Oj7AN3DuPQ59fJFP1ohd9EsEVDU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Oj7AN3DuPQ59fJFP1ohd9EsEVDU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/Q4o3F9gUhbc" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflexos.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-3451428886260308062012-01-22T22:44:00.000-02:002012-01-22T22:44:51.367-02:002012-01-22T22:44:51.367-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yE0kftHJio4/TxytT1VYIQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RKSIYvKokM0/s1600/dificuldades_de_aprendizagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yE0kftHJio4/TxytT1VYIQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RKSIYvKokM0/s1600/dificuldades_de_aprendizagem.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">C<span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">ansei de estar cansado<br /> Ouço tantos termos repetidos...<br /> Desenvolver, trabalhar, vencer.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /> </div><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Um dia andei pela terra,<br /> Minutos de animação específica.<br /> E lia uma história tão bela<br /> Frutos da automoção holística.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-345142888626030806?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ByH1CJT-XPiV4BovNAssh41v7mI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ByH1CJT-XPiV4BovNAssh41v7mI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ByH1CJT-XPiV4BovNAssh41v7mI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ByH1CJT-XPiV4BovNAssh41v7mI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/zJDRxkIFX14" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/01/estresse.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-40538863950964375682012-01-22T22:40:00.000-02:002012-01-22T22:40:12.567-02:002012-01-22T22:40:12.567-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcmp9PYV_qg/TxysJ-6bGHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/prPs3LuIHq0/s1600/untitled01.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcmp9PYV_qg/TxysJ-6bGHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/prPs3LuIHq0/s320/untitled01.png" width="199" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> &nbsp;</div><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Linguagem técnica,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;linguagem culta.<br /> <br /> Linguagem de figura,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;linguagem curta.<br /> <br /> Linguagem poética,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; linguagem coloquial.<br /> <br /> Linguagem verbal,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;linguagem oculta.<br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; LiNgUaGeM<br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ViSuAl<br /> &nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Linguagem Usual.<br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; L</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">inguagem para o Bem.<br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Linguagem para o Mal.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-4053886395096437568?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Reip58C6q7MjLEAWXuYokO0mATI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Reip58C6q7MjLEAWXuYokO0mATI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Reip58C6q7MjLEAWXuYokO0mATI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Reip58C6q7MjLEAWXuYokO0mATI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/GVdgwp5GbdY" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/01/linguagens.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-33574055467076885512012-01-22T22:32:00.000-02:002012-01-22T22:32:09.125-02:002012-01-22T22:32:09.125-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58G9sph27iY/TxyqcL4_eHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6_9YtFg9VOY/s1600/Agua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58G9sph27iY/TxyqcL4_eHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6_9YtFg9VOY/s320/Agua.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Um novo dia a cada nova estação.<br /> Passeiam em desbravadas formas,<br /> e impressionam com imprecisão.<br /> <br /> O horizonte canaliza a áurea de todo esplendor.<br /> Magníficos lugares rompem à mesmice matinal!<br /> Suaves ventos tocam em face a novidade,<br /> Ninguém sabe a real situação monumental.<br /> <br /> Limpar como se pensa,<br /> é pensar como se limpa<br /> através de uma auto avaliação.<br /> <br /> Sensação estática produz natureza e ficção.<br /> Dependência é uma expressão usual!<br /> O egoísmo paira sobre nosso modelo.<br /> Como afligem processos em rede nacional!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-3357405546707688551?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KYbHH6NfEsiawoL8r2eqtx-_aGI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KYbHH6NfEsiawoL8r2eqtx-_aGI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KYbHH6NfEsiawoL8r2eqtx-_aGI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KYbHH6NfEsiawoL8r2eqtx-_aGI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/pFJsviL2Nik" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/01/limpido.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-32799716595402280282012-01-20T02:19:00.000-02:002012-01-20T02:19:31.515-02:002012-01-20T02:19:31.515-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Finos traços nascentes do poente do pintor.<br /> Ele se debruça sobre a obra e se perde<br /> E de forma suave abusa das cores.<br /> <br /> Mas, elas nem ligam... Gostam!<br /> Fundem-se em tons da imaginação do criador<br /> E deixam de ser mortas, para tornarem-se arte.</span><br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/4c_wPCgKAOA/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4c_wPCgKAOA&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4c_wPCgKAOA&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-3279971659540228028?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QATIkiTyY_5dS4nicUbipmACKI4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QATIkiTyY_5dS4nicUbipmACKI4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QATIkiTyY_5dS4nicUbipmACKI4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QATIkiTyY_5dS4nicUbipmACKI4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/COIrf0I4RYY" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/01/pintura.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-61436823436046869492012-01-20T02:16:00.000-02:002012-01-20T02:16:32.275-02:002012-01-20T02:16:32.275-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-72d89J9QWPo/Txjqejo8H4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/P7kULs-ukro/s1600/untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-72d89J9QWPo/Txjqejo8H4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/P7kULs-ukro/s320/untitled.png" width="212" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Esperei você pela porta da frente.<br /> Os dias passaram e enriqueci meu vocabulário.<br /> Trabalhei o campo lexical<br /> Dei de servir a palavras abandonadas.<br /> <br /> Elas estavam famintas, quase mortas!<br /> Clamavam, com fome, como pedinte esperando pão<br /> Ansiavam por estarem na boca do homem.<br /> <br /> Levantei o respeito que estava jogado num beco,<br /> Escutei o que a verdade tinha para falar.<br /> Ajudei a esperança recuperar suas forças.<br /> Fiz um mutirão para arrecadar corações.<br /> <br /> Foi quando eu vi você entrar pela porta da frente<br /> Esqueci todo meu vocabulário!<br /> Então, o que era estático, tornou-se um ato.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-6143682343604686949?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bAn5S4Bqn0eTLfa8nVQZkURKOhw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bAn5S4Bqn0eTLfa8nVQZkURKOhw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bAn5S4Bqn0eTLfa8nVQZkURKOhw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bAn5S4Bqn0eTLfa8nVQZkURKOhw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/Z1LsxxdErG4" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/01/metamorfose.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-29332261018596978832012-01-20T02:12:00.000-02:002012-01-20T02:12:16.090-02:002012-01-20T02:12:16.090-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/1Wu69SznffY/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Wu69SznffY&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Wu69SznffY&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Da praia eu vi<br /> o meu cavalo alazão, <br /> correndo no mar, <br /> voando no chão.<br /> <br /> E deitado corri. <br /> Dançando no ar! <br /> E feliz eu me vi, <br /> jogando confete no lar.<br /> <br /> Uma cantiga eu fiz. <br /> Desnudei a falsidade. <br /> Então sincero eu fui <br /> Que poesia mais chata!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-2933226101859697883?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S7G8nMHrz-JS4lkzDSeLRs730vA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S7G8nMHrz-JS4lkzDSeLRs730vA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S7G8nMHrz-JS4lkzDSeLRs730vA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S7G8nMHrz-JS4lkzDSeLRs730vA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/E-Cw8PknBD4" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/01/ilusao.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-77419348889349158782012-01-20T02:10:00.000-02:002012-01-20T02:10:02.880-02:002012-01-20T02:10:02.880-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Esculpida está nossa geração.<br /> Aparecem, todos os dias, novos robôs digitais.<br /> Teclas ligam o sentimento<br /> DESLIGUEM a mesmice psíquico-social!<br /> <br /> Verdades e mentiras,<br /> Liga, desliga. Liguem, desliguem<br /> Mais fácil é seguir a multidão.<br /> <br /> Por quais atos serei lembrado,<br /> serei eu mesmo esta geração?<br /> <br /> Tudo é tão distorcido<br /> Nem notas timbram o tom.<br /> Um grave, outro agudo...<br /> palavras fazem parte do contexto atual.<br /> <br /> Criam-se ambientes, novas cores, velhos sons,<br /> inéditas frases, filmes dramáticos.<br /> Surgem novas representações.<br /> Todas as artes nascem e dependem da vida!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-7741934888934915878?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8j-PuhMutS4m6i09ARKFkfokPJU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8j-PuhMutS4m6i09ARKFkfokPJU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8j-PuhMutS4m6i09ARKFkfokPJU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8j-PuhMutS4m6i09ARKFkfokPJU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/gQzjw52qPoc" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/01/contextualizacao.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-62844241670721020752012-01-08T17:28:00.000-02:002012-01-08T17:28:43.139-02:002012-01-08T17:28:43.139-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Sr72eQb-hc/TwnuN944szI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LR4Kh9IXzZQ/s1600/Azenhas+do+mar+-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Sr72eQb-hc/TwnuN944szI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LR4Kh9IXzZQ/s320/Azenhas+do+mar+-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Lampejos renovam as idéias do escritor.<br /> Uma luz acende, outra apaga.<br /> Ele continua em seu mundo? <br /> É paradoxal.&nbsp;A procura da descoberta do novo mundo!<br /> <br /> Já descobriram a “renascilândia”, “barrocolândia”,<br /> O simbolismo ou naturalismo ou “modernilândia”.<br /> Novas expedições já estão a caminho.<br /> Iremos desbravar mares alfabéticos!<br /> <br /> “Ó mar português, quantos dos teus” escritores<br /> Por ti choraram.<br /> Quantos dedicaram a vida a te encontrarem!<br /> <br /> Há uma dura realidade...<br /> Não sejamos tão ignorantes!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-6284424167072102075?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fmrYOAsT7SSaCHq1QuA2AlFzFHs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fmrYOAsT7SSaCHq1QuA2AlFzFHs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fmrYOAsT7SSaCHq1QuA2AlFzFHs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fmrYOAsT7SSaCHq1QuA2AlFzFHs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/oKogt2wVtdg" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/01/mar-portugues.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-49604294700066438382012-01-05T22:29:00.000-02:002012-01-05T22:29:42.062-02:002012-01-05T22:29:42.062-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oaum2fU5iUg/TwZATY4VnDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/eIDQgyHQ-EQ/s1600/image0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oaum2fU5iUg/TwZATY4VnDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/eIDQgyHQ-EQ/s320/image0013.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Minha noite,<br /> Cara noite minha!<br /> Lá fora está o caminho dobre<br /> Aqui está a família.<br /> <br /> As poesias mais belas,<br /> são aquelas que não recitamos,<br /> mas, as que vivemos.<br /> <br /> Dividir, ajudar, curar as feridas.<br /> Receber o pobre<br /> não fazer distinção.<br /> <br /> Qual a cor mais bela diante da oratória mais nobre?<br /> Quais anéis fazem um colar de ouro?<br /> Quem come feliz na cozinha imunda?<br /> <br /> Refiz os cálculos,<br /> apurei os custos e vi:<br /> Distribui a riqueza,<br /> espalhei os meus sonhos. <br /> <br /> Quis mudar o mundo,<br /> porém, o mundo também tentou me mudar!<br /> A luta é intensa...<br /> As trincheiras estão cheias.<br /> <br /> Eu não jogo sujo,<br /> com inverdades e sutilezas vãs!<br /> Minha arma dispara a verdade<br /> Minhas bombas atingem o coração.<br /> <br /> Bum... Bam...<br /> Estilhaços por todas as partes.<br /> Sentimentos cobrem o campo de guerra!<br /> Tráááá... Pá.. Pááá... Páá...<br /> O fuzil foi trocado pelo toque sutil.<br /> <br /> O socorro chegou!<br /> É hora de reconstruir.<br /> Deixar para trás toda a tristeza<br /> e ressuscitar o coração. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-4960429470006643838?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kZ96_BQiui0VuY3EtlpMiFL-Q-A/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kZ96_BQiui0VuY3EtlpMiFL-Q-A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kZ96_BQiui0VuY3EtlpMiFL-Q-A/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kZ96_BQiui0VuY3EtlpMiFL-Q-A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/gBrAmk2icpQ" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/01/disputa.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-57665032836982629742012-01-02T01:56:00.000-02:002012-01-02T01:56:41.131-02:002012-01-02T01:56:41.131-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IM5xdP94MMo/TwEq4JQfBfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/q3g5wVDggGM/s1600/the-persistence-of-memory.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IM5xdP94MMo/TwEq4JQfBfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/q3g5wVDggGM/s320/the-persistence-of-memory.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">O amanhã pode ser tarde!<br /> Pode nem existir O amanhã.<br /> O amanhã, as vezes, nem sorri pra você...<br /> Não passa hoje aqui O amanhã.<br /> <br /> O amanhã não pode ser visto,<br /> É apenas convicção O amanhã.<br /> O amanhã é um sonho infinito,<br /> O filho caçula é O amanhã!<br /> <br /> Felicidade não é estar, é ser!<br /> No entanto, no mundo contemporâneo,<br /> quase sempre estamos!<br /> <br /> Medo nos faz perder oportunidades.<br /> O fogo é o hoje,<br /> a fumaça O amanhã! </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-5766503283698262974?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vl3YKPwClz6v_v8h8-t8b1KJCUA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vl3YKPwClz6v_v8h8-t8b1KJCUA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vl3YKPwClz6v_v8h8-t8b1KJCUA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vl3YKPwClz6v_v8h8-t8b1KJCUA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/Un2hqsvRHEs" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/01/amanha.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754571960374634775.post-23599524399032303432012-01-02T01:30:00.000-02:002012-01-02T01:30:56.748-02:002012-01-02T01:30:56.748-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vDSU9Lnc6Nk/TwEkz3U8jwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/geCoC44pDEE/s1600/183540_184868644883888_140551665982253_379361_435487_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vDSU9Lnc6Nk/TwEkz3U8jwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/geCoC44pDEE/s320/183540_184868644883888_140551665982253_379361_435487_n.jpg" width="268" /></a><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">A arte das palavras<br /> O ribeiro do limbo.<br /> A leitura metrificada<br /> O fetiche da esperança...<br /> <br /> O lado mais claro<br /> A estrutura parisiense<br /> O tópico mais utópico,<br /> A meticulosa aula!<br /> <br /> Tanto faz quem faz!<br /> Articulações paradoxais inundam a cama alheia.<br /> Inundam os sonhos ambíguos.<br /> <br /> O que faz? Quem fez?<br /> Recônditos se abrem em meio ao peito.<br /> Palavras certas descifram os enigmas!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754571960374634775-2359952439903230343?l=apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bDJFxN434D2u9zPmWZEoxTx3f1M/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bDJFxN434D2u9zPmWZEoxTx3f1M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bDJFxN434D2u9zPmWZEoxTx3f1M/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bDJFxN434D2u9zPmWZEoxTx3f1M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APoesiaQueMeCala/~4/HDbKlS3_L-0" height="1" width="1"/>Rodrigo Franco Bibbonoreply@blogger.com0http://apoesiaquemecala.blogspot.com/2012/01/cod1f1caca0.html