tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47519903163713103282012-01-23T17:18:07.342-08:00Caderno de Poesia de Celso de CarvalhoCelso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-64046314271958945432011-08-22T07:38:00.000-07:002011-08-22T08:23:39.283-07:002011-08-22T08:23:39.283-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2AoLfW0QZE/TlJzp3an1PI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DX7Bmd25Aw8/s1600/tree-with-roots.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643700446136095986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2AoLfW0QZE/TlJzp3an1PI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DX7Bmd25Aw8/s320/tree-with-roots.jpg" /></a><div align="center"> Pra abraçar o mundo</div><div align="center">Tem que estar no chão</div><div> </div><div align="center">Pra segurar o infinito</div><div align="center">Tem que abrir a mão</div><div> </div><div> </div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-6404631427195894543?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LLMQkSs4b5qJUgDxE72kOZgBiKo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LLMQkSs4b5qJUgDxE72kOZgBiKo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LLMQkSs4b5qJUgDxE72kOZgBiKo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LLMQkSs4b5qJUgDxE72kOZgBiKo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/USQfyfnaZog" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com1http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2011/08/condicoes-simples.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-35517808088575624132010-08-01T15:04:00.000-07:002010-08-01T15:05:48.877-07:002010-08-01T15:05:48.877-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Já que não posso comandar nem o Roteiro nem a Direção da vida, escaldo na Trilha Sonora!</span></span></span></h3></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-3551780808857562413?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zee3VjLZ7RXoAasuFT-8olQMcmM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zee3VjLZ7RXoAasuFT-8olQMcmM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zee3VjLZ7RXoAasuFT-8olQMcmM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zee3VjLZ7RXoAasuFT-8olQMcmM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/tb8RDUvItM8" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com1http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2010/08/funcao-no-filme-da-vida.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-77588615204949254462010-07-29T07:21:00.000-07:002010-07-29T07:22:15.219-07:002010-07-29T07:22:15.219-07:00Conectar<div>Com o néctar</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-7758861520494925446?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NaKWXp6_Nsykm5KEBYnSEjQKg70/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NaKWXp6_Nsykm5KEBYnSEjQKg70/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NaKWXp6_Nsykm5KEBYnSEjQKg70/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NaKWXp6_Nsykm5KEBYnSEjQKg70/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/5i_Z3GzOOxI" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2010/07/conectar.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-28739383996893337422009-10-02T17:38:00.001-07:002009-10-02T17:39:32.291-07:002009-10-02T17:39:32.291-07:00Veio pegar aguinha<div><br /></div><div>Aqui ficou tudo graça</div><div><br /></div><div>A vida acende</div><div><br /></div><div>Quando Flora passa</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-2873938399689333742?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jpCPQ_XjAeDj2q2BrClC9Q-ocwk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jpCPQ_XjAeDj2q2BrClC9Q-ocwk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jpCPQ_XjAeDj2q2BrClC9Q-ocwk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jpCPQ_XjAeDj2q2BrClC9Q-ocwk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/iDpt61jM8oc" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2009/10/quando-flora-passa.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-79561008341197595522009-09-11T07:26:00.000-07:002009-09-11T07:28:47.217-07:002009-09-11T07:28:47.217-07:00Será que Deus e o inconsciente<div>Não são</div><div>O mesmo</div><div>A mesma</div><div>Coisa?</div><div><br /></div><div>Ó eles num grande campo</div><div>Consciência transformada</div><div>Percepção expandida</div><div><br /></div><div>Mundo de fábulas</div><div>E o sem fim</div><div>E seus personagens interiores</div><div><br /></div><div>Como aquela barata</div><div>Que poderia</div><div>Estar</div><div>No sapato </div><div>Que vou</div><div>Calçar </div><div>Agora</div><div><br /></div><div>>o(==)<</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-7956100834119759552?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_xRlTO8usL1aJDw8NC-txBL5yLQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_xRlTO8usL1aJDw8NC-txBL5yLQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_xRlTO8usL1aJDw8NC-txBL5yLQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_xRlTO8usL1aJDw8NC-txBL5yLQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/Ce241Y51mrU" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2009/09/alo-barata.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-41017229368822455472009-09-08T04:16:00.000-07:002009-09-08T04:38:56.618-07:002009-09-08T04:38:56.618-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/SqY-yViT98I/AAAAAAAAAGo/of2ExeIzSrk/s1600-h/velho+chico+mal3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/SqY-yViT98I/AAAAAAAAAGo/of2ExeIzSrk/s320/velho+chico+mal3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379055839436076994" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Aí cai!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Aiiiiiii!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Caí.....</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-4101722936882245547?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fvHddviCKtCAo_VN4yOLg7riCfo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fvHddviCKtCAo_VN4yOLg7riCfo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fvHddviCKtCAo_VN4yOLg7riCfo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fvHddviCKtCAo_VN4yOLg7riCfo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/YcFUVlvO6ms" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2009/09/ai-cai.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-7014958871180926932009-07-19T09:41:00.000-07:002009-07-19T09:44:20.676-07:002009-07-19T09:44:20.676-07:00Me entregue uns dois perdões<br />Naquela casa do alto<br />Branquinha, longe do asfalto<br />Com janela amarelinha<br /><br />Passe na casa vizinha<br />Veja se chegou amizade<br />Profunda, basta a metade<br />Daquela bem cristalina<br /><br />Na volta, passe na feira<br />Traga amor de lua cheia<br />E da paz no pé da ladeira<br />Espalhe uma sacola e meia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-701495887118092693?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wS68uy6t6GAGUssVGzS7FAqlryQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wS68uy6t6GAGUssVGzS7FAqlryQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wS68uy6t6GAGUssVGzS7FAqlryQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wS68uy6t6GAGUssVGzS7FAqlryQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/NueEW9ZNPqQ" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2009/07/voltinha-por-ai.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-23463068984477258832008-10-14T13:26:00.000-07:002008-10-14T13:36:03.521-07:002008-10-14T13:36:03.521-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/SPUCokezJDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/j2eHW6CZR2k/s1600-h/nuvensitalia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257111036035802162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/SPUCokezJDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/j2eHW6CZR2k/s320/nuvensitalia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/SPUBXgK4LbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aJdXoh4akPI/s1600-h/nuvensislandia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257109643309100466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/SPUBXgK4LbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aJdXoh4akPI/s320/nuvensislandia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Céu, céu, céu</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Sempre o mesmo em todos os lugares</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Nunca o mesmo em lugar nenhum</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-2346306898447725883?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sVpk6VQxNtJD8FZcKJGNkl4mBcY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sVpk6VQxNtJD8FZcKJGNkl4mBcY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sVpk6VQxNtJD8FZcKJGNkl4mBcY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sVpk6VQxNtJD8FZcKJGNkl4mBcY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/PaWXd6kmUVk" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com1http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2008/10/cu-cu-cu-de-bruno-carvalho-meu-filho-de.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-86276874610796133602008-09-14T11:44:00.000-07:002008-09-14T11:45:21.742-07:002008-09-14T11:45:21.742-07:00Ou a lua está cada vez mais cheia,<br />Ou nós estamos cada vez mais loucos ! ! !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-8627687461079613360?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pZejnJ01ueM-NY5uRdP4cYB0ptA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pZejnJ01ueM-NY5uRdP4cYB0ptA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pZejnJ01ueM-NY5uRdP4cYB0ptA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pZejnJ01ueM-NY5uRdP4cYB0ptA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/sh93l5PyOmw" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-eou-o-outro.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-57507129579676563632008-08-25T15:09:00.000-07:002008-08-25T15:57:10.196-07:002008-08-25T15:57:10.196-07:00Moreré, o esconderijo da felicidade, enseada da ilha de Boipeba, tem uma linhagem (quase) extinta de trovadores populares. No final do milênio passado, ainda assisti pessoalmente a disputas fantásticas, calorosas, cheias de mandingas nas idéias disparadas pelas mentes daqueles pescadores e marisqueiros liderados nesta arte por Leoné. Leoné já estava velhinho, lá pelos idos de 1994, mas sempre saia com uma tirada que deixava o adversário sem resposta. Nunca mais tive notícias dele, sei que adoentou-se, espero que esteja feliz. Pois ouvir Leoné e conversar com ele me fizeram muito feliz naqueles momentos e até hoje quando lembro e não consigo prender o riso. E, ainda por cima, consegui gravar uma fita cassete com ele mesmo cantando os versos abaixo e mais alguns outros da autoria dele. Ficam então registradas na blogosfera estas letras cheias de espírito brasileiro, com cheiro daquele pedaço paradisíaco de mundo.<br /><br /><br />Para o universo da capoeira, informo que esta trova já foi muito cantada em rodas antigas, espero que continuem a ser ouvidas por aí. Quem quiser saber a melodia, entre em contato.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238586428975250386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/SLMymhhAe9I/AAAAAAAAADs/ZZJp88i4Mqw/s320/morere2000.jpg" border="0" /></p>Samba do Moreré<br /><br /><br />Autor: Leoné do Moreré<br /><br />Ê Mulher<br />É Samba do Moreré<br />Ê Mulher<br />É Samba do Moreré<br /><br />Lençol de Pano,<br />Ê meu colchão de qualidade!<br />Travesseiro de suspiro,<br />Lenço que mata a saudade.<br /><br />Ê Mulher<br />É Samba do Moreré<br />Ê Mulher<br />É Samba do Moreré<br /><br />Maria Eulália,<br />Quem te deu esta medalha?<br />Ô, Maria Eulália,<br />Quem te deu esta medalha?<br />Ai, ai...<br /><br />Ê Mulher<br />É Samba do Moreré<br />Ê Mulher<br />É Samba do Moreré<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-5750712957967656363?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YutBRcLVeYvZFCD2DyPd_yN4fCI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YutBRcLVeYvZFCD2DyPd_yN4fCI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YutBRcLVeYvZFCD2DyPd_yN4fCI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YutBRcLVeYvZFCD2DyPd_yN4fCI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/gqc7mIGNd4Q" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2008/08/samba-do-morer.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-25169012454234386122008-06-28T13:52:00.000-07:002008-06-28T14:00:17.750-07:002008-06-28T14:00:17.750-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/SGamNKRVgLI/AAAAAAAAADk/sLwKtX-KMwU/s1600-h/moon-2002dec18-50pct.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039963380875442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/SGamNKRVgLI/AAAAAAAAADk/sLwKtX-KMwU/s320/moon-2002dec18-50pct.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Lua lá</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Nua na</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Noite que é</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Tua, tá?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-2516901245423438612?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pzQ0x4B-8tI0pPxeUrDKiPx_cck/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pzQ0x4B-8tI0pPxeUrDKiPx_cck/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pzQ0x4B-8tI0pPxeUrDKiPx_cck/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pzQ0x4B-8tI0pPxeUrDKiPx_cck/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/648kO_tl-cU" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com3http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2008/06/lu.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-27345410849771397252008-04-15T06:57:00.000-07:002008-04-15T07:02:09.102-07:002008-04-15T07:02:09.102-07:00A memória carne meus dedos,<br />o silêncio nuvem meus olhos,<br />o martelo folha meu couro,<br />e poeira meus lábios, e parede<br />meus pés, e cascalho com um gosto<br />de quem músculo, e líquido.<br />E eu caderno meu sangue.<br /><br /><br />Nilson Pedro é um poeta baiano, amigo e o poema acima é um verdadeiro achado. Visite o blog dele: <a href="http://nilsonpedro.wordpress.com/">Blag</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-2734541084977139725?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zkWI3xST1lFZyN1dcpHxkuBTrrM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zkWI3xST1lFZyN1dcpHxkuBTrrM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zkWI3xST1lFZyN1dcpHxkuBTrrM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zkWI3xST1lFZyN1dcpHxkuBTrrM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/xTu1WFRktZQ" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com1http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2008/04/substantivo-nilson-pedro.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-8944498263208646282008-03-14T13:22:00.000-07:002008-04-15T06:57:48.175-07:002008-04-15T06:57:48.175-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/R9rfEFDx9vI/AAAAAAAAADY/jm6MLWGy3Jk/s1600-h/392844-4309-in.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177695982786311922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/R9rfEFDx9vI/AAAAAAAAADY/jm6MLWGy3Jk/s320/392844-4309-in.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">upijió<br />surocumbete<br />oreza</span></strong></p><p><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">viroficate<br />trape<br />alistiépan<br />zufe</span></strong></p><p><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">inosperáton<br />glaufes<br />cazuoflinas<br />bligstepanus<br />achamper</span></strong></p><p><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">disparistefanos<br />suguasbrelhas<br />manospiostem<br />farunoantes</span></strong></p><p><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">gudazelha</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-894449826320864628?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tp3xKR7K2B2m17ii98Jx1PLli6Q/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tp3xKR7K2B2m17ii98Jx1PLli6Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tp3xKR7K2B2m17ii98Jx1PLli6Q/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tp3xKR7K2B2m17ii98Jx1PLli6Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/QkKL-KR4AZE" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com1http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2008/03/gudazelha.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-38937558927313645512008-01-20T08:52:00.000-08:002008-01-20T08:59:19.434-08:002008-01-20T08:59:19.434-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/R5N9af7C2CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IssRWeHIgKk/s1600-h/verger3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157603892468570146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/R5N9af7C2CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IssRWeHIgKk/s320/verger3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Graças a vós Senhor, pela ventura<br /><br /><br />De poder isolar-me na Poesia,<br /><br /><br />Ter nela o alívio à provação mais dura,<br /><br /><br />E, no Sonho, o meu pão de cada dia.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Sentir albor de luar na noite escura,<br /><br /><br />Achar descanso e paz na nostalgia<br /><br /><br />E ver, até no pranto da amargura,<br /><br /><br />Um consolo vizinho da alegria.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Graças a vós por este dom divino<br /><br /><br />Que me defende do destino adverso,<br /><br /><br />Tornando-me senhor do meu destino.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />E se em mim próprio, ruge o mal perverso,<br /><br /><br />Puro, alegre, feliz, o mal domino<br /><br /><br />E alo-me ao Céu nas asas do meu verso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-3893755892731364551?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9lQFqpNFQPj5BkMLJ81GwtK4HsM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9lQFqpNFQPj5BkMLJ81GwtK4HsM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9lQFqpNFQPj5BkMLJ81GwtK4HsM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9lQFqpNFQPj5BkMLJ81GwtK4HsM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/XNPBjoWjYA8" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2008/01/ao-de-graas-do-poeta-bastos-tigre.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-37231916597926491982007-12-12T07:32:00.000-08:002007-12-12T08:33:54.283-08:002007-12-12T08:33:54.283-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/R2AM0TmR5TI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ah2o3TipjWQ/s1600-h/67.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143124867210667314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/R2AM0TmR5TI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ah2o3TipjWQ/s320/67.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Seguro na boca pequenas pedras<br />Doces que travam<br />Uma goela nua<br /></div><br /><div>Meu país,<br />Teu sangue é na varanda<br /><br />Um braço solto<br />De punhos encerados<br />Despenca agora atrás da câmera<br /></div><br /><br /><div>Brasil, </div><br /><div>O teu olho é no seco<br /></div><br /><br /><div>Vejo o amplo fora de mim<br />Meu sonho é quase impossível<br />Flashes, trials, trios, segundos tantos...<br /></div><br /><br /><div>Brasil, </div><br /><div>Cor de arder<br />Traz fogo no seu verbo<br /></div><br /><br /><div>Falta acender as mentes<br />Na escuridão do tempo.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-3723191659792649198?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cI4PjoU85U4d9Lrtyx1xx1OxnEk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cI4PjoU85U4d9Lrtyx1xx1OxnEk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cI4PjoU85U4d9Lrtyx1xx1OxnEk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cI4PjoU85U4d9Lrtyx1xx1OxnEk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/eKuETEC63sI" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2007/12/pedras-na-boca.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-31201858340446482112007-09-19T10:06:00.000-07:002007-09-19T10:28:45.123-07:002007-09-19T10:28:45.123-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/RvFa3oB_VrI/AAAAAAAAACk/tyJsyKKMkdQ/s1600-h/Imagem013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/RvFa3oB_VrI/AAAAAAAAACk/tyJsyKKMkdQ/s400/Imagem013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111966963727292082" border="0" /></a>foto Celso de Carvalho 2007<br /><br />Não digam que fui embora para sempre, que fugi<br />para a neve e o frio - nem casaco eu tinha quando vim.<br />O destino me trouxe para que, estando longe, eu me sinta mais perto da Bahia,<br />das barrancas onde o cachorro late para uma lua imensa.<br />Daqui, desse exílio voluntário onde faleço e ressuscito, tomo violão, cruzo mares e montanhas e chego aí em suas cordas, para ver cada rosto, tocar mãos amigas.<br />A de meu pai Caymmi, a de Jorge e Zelinha, a de Cravinho<br />e a de Coquejo e para abençoar os jovens.<br />Estou presente na música de todos eles, tanto na dos grandes quanto na dos pequenos.<br />Seja no teatro, seja no beco esconso.<br />Dizem que dividi o tempo e transformei o ritmo e cadência.<br />Pode ser que sim, mas foi no sertão do São Francisco que aprendi o canto e a poesia.<br />Tenho medo de voltar, de me afogar em tanto amor, de morrer sem avistar o povo e o casario. Me perdoem, tenho apenas o violão e um pássaro sofrê que me acompanha.<br />Um dia voltarei, não sou daqui.<br />Na hora exata irei descansar em terras da Bahia.<br />Ainda é cedo, porém, tenho uma canção a compor sobre a lua e a solidão.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-3120185834044648211?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N86E1yRIKdOdiJM9BfaDXuRBI-M/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N86E1yRIKdOdiJM9BfaDXuRBI-M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N86E1yRIKdOdiJM9BfaDXuRBI-M/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N86E1yRIKdOdiJM9BfaDXuRBI-M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/srHLy7aWeZU" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2007/09/joo-gilberto-em-ny-por-ele-mesmo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-53449013618449640512007-09-06T05:13:00.000-07:002007-09-06T05:30:44.994-07:002007-09-06T05:30:44.994-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/Rt_y2aiFf_I/AAAAAAAAACc/6eArzjQcYZE/s1600-h/JEGUE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/Rt_y2aiFf_I/AAAAAAAAACc/6eArzjQcYZE/s320/JEGUE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107067519110578162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Cheguei da barranca<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No pó do terreiro<br />O jegue tristão<br />Nunca mais pinotou<br /><br />Bera da janela<br />Eu olho pro longe<br />Jacarandá jacaré<br />É barriguda sem flor<br /><br />Meu sonho é chuva<br />Alegria dos bichos<br />O verde sorrindo<br />Mas a rã não cantou<br /><br />A cebola braba ainda vai brotar<br />Novilha vai sacudir o pé<br />E mesmo que tudo falte ou farte<br />Eu vivo sempre do que Deus me der</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-5344901361844964051?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XhlWbrWe-KWKsL5TydYml0mb7Ek/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XhlWbrWe-KWKsL5TydYml0mb7Ek/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XhlWbrWe-KWKsL5TydYml0mb7Ek/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XhlWbrWe-KWKsL5TydYml0mb7Ek/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/wWXaU2YkLrY" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2007/09/sonho-na-caatinga-minha-fase-serto.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-36024925560272513822007-08-18T13:22:00.000-07:002007-08-18T13:25:52.617-07:002007-08-18T13:25:52.617-07:00Não te compro<br />Com a minha poesia<br />Porque ela não cabe<br />No seu bolso<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-3602492556027251382?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SIYpERdB_8sUP34EGksXiJVm1k4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SIYpERdB_8sUP34EGksXiJVm1k4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SIYpERdB_8sUP34EGksXiJVm1k4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SIYpERdB_8sUP34EGksXiJVm1k4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/F9V8HNdb3d4" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2007/08/porque-no-te-compro.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-29642437775399869602007-08-05T10:09:00.001-07:002007-08-05T10:15:00.474-07:002007-08-05T10:15:00.474-07:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/RrYFZsmB2qI/AAAAAAAAACU/4EIZcO3fZYc/s1600-h/opera.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/RrYFZsmB2qI/AAAAAAAAACU/4EIZcO3fZYc/s320/opera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095265967441828514" border="0" /></a><br />foto Opera, Celso de Carvalho<br /></div><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">De </span><em style="font-weight: bold;">Pe. Celso de Carvalho, meu homônimo descoberto no Google</em><span style="font-weight: bold;">:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Se toda ilusão frustrada</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">se tornasse assombração,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">que casa mal assombrada</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">não seria o coração!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vá que se louve a formiga,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e à cigarra se condene...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mas, quem teceu essa intriga</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">foi a cigarra: La Fontaine!</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-2964243777539986960?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DsSd8qvxAbEugWT4WjgFQfBbJWY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DsSd8qvxAbEugWT4WjgFQfBbJWY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DsSd8qvxAbEugWT4WjgFQfBbJWY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DsSd8qvxAbEugWT4WjgFQfBbJWY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/WeBiz_fvc-8" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2007/08/trova-de-um-homnimo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-23637123889878693232007-07-29T18:44:00.000-07:002007-07-29T19:02:06.901-07:002007-07-29T19:02:06.901-07:00<div align="right"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/Rq1FnMmB2oI/AAAAAAAAACE/upxWdTKGEwU/s1600-h/paulo+autran+avarento.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092803293323844226" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/Ro0hIuMh73I/AAAAAAAAAB8/r9TXs9CzV78/s320/Orlando+Azevedo.bmp" border="0" /></a> Foto: Orlando Azevedo<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />Percebe-se o qualquer dessas<br />quaisquer tardes<br />em imagens invisíveis<br /></div><br /><div align="center">Imaginação </div><br /><div align="center"><br />Outros já viram a glória de Deus antes de mim,<br />e ainda por algumas vezes</div><br /><div align="center">verão</div><br /><div align="center"><br />Imaginada<br />Imagem nada<br />da<br /></div><div align="center">da pensamento </div><br /><div align="center">cada universo </div><br /><div align="center">cada pensamento </div><br /><div align="center"><br />pensamento universo<br />pensaverso unimento</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-6968681030019776026?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iTo4G5BSXvH-qMSfFlRBGO4hQog/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iTo4G5BSXvH-qMSfFlRBGO4hQog/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iTo4G5BSXvH-qMSfFlRBGO4hQog/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iTo4G5BSXvH-qMSfFlRBGO4hQog/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/XVY7bavRVI0" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2007/07/foto-orlando-azevedo-percebe-se-o.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-46580561971442756782007-06-26T05:56:00.000-07:002007-06-26T06:04:52.752-07:002007-06-26T06:04:52.752-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/RoEOnMCQXKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yeuYZbAMnx8/s1600-h/mayumiterada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080357921059003554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/RoEOnMCQXKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yeuYZbAMnx8/s320/mayumiterada.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">Depois que não respiro mais</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">É que vejo que pouco me conhecem.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Levo tantos sonhos para o sem fim!<br />Aprendo enfim que </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">O tempo é o assassino das ilusões.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Eterno é só o que está registrado.<br />E com backup.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nem adiantava correr,<br />Pincelar minha vida grão de areia.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Mais ou menos nada. </span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-4658056197144275678?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DR-KNifCTwHzHqGGZb_g7YHO17I/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DR-KNifCTwHzHqGGZb_g7YHO17I/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DR-KNifCTwHzHqGGZb_g7YHO17I/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DR-KNifCTwHzHqGGZb_g7YHO17I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/P3tJW--uuWo" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com0http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2007/06/mais-ou-menos-nada.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-19571055780484823182007-06-18T06:36:00.000-07:002007-06-18T06:41:25.118-07:002007-06-18T06:41:25.118-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/RnaLVMCQXJI/AAAAAAAAABs/WRVBl77EwTw/s1600-h/Mundamundistas-Garage-Jorna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077398826031013010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/RnaLVMCQXJI/AAAAAAAAABs/WRVBl77EwTw/s400/Mundamundistas-Garage-Jorna.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><br />As cãs me delatam<br />Mas a hora não sai<br />Se o minuto não passa</div><br /><div align="center"><br />As marcas me saltam<br />Pois o dia não vai<br />Quando a lua não vem</div><br /><div align="center"><br />O ar já me falta<br />Mas a gota não cai<br />Se a gente não pensa</div><br /><div align="center"><br />A matemática é implacável.<br />O espírito vence tudo, porém.<br />E paira sobre o que quer.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>O espírito vence tudo.<br /></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>E paira sobre o que quer.</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-1957105578048482318?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Bl2OlabcjjBpOjBrDU3am4e8poY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Bl2OlabcjjBpOjBrDU3am4e8poY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Bl2OlabcjjBpOjBrDU3am4e8poY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Bl2OlabcjjBpOjBrDU3am4e8poY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/Qp3FMmbUEY8" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com1http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2007/06/quanto-ao-tempo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751990316371310328.post-71029948947818305852007-06-05T09:08:00.000-07:002007-06-05T09:30:33.007-07:002007-06-05T09:30:33.007-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/RmWPVcCQXII/AAAAAAAAABk/dUeFgUQYQyM/s1600-h/sacrefamile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072618153768410242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mW4S7MMiG0M/RmWPVcCQXII/AAAAAAAAABk/dUeFgUQYQyM/s400/sacrefamile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Vida longa à eternidade<br /><br /><br />Vida longa aos prazeres<br />Vida longa aos sonhos,<br />aos encontros,<br />às verdades...<br /><br /><br />Vida longa à novidade,<br />construindo novas cidades,<br />fundamentadas em dejetos de concretos...<br /><br /><br />Vida longa à alegria, alegorias, fantasias.<br />Vida longa ao fósforo no palito,<br />à borboleta flutuante,<br />no meu prato, os mariscos...<br /><br /><br />Vida longa aos mendigos, analfabetos, sem teto sem nada,<br />Vida longa à jornada<br />que ninguém sabe onde chega, ou de onde parte,<br /><br /><br />Vida longa à mocidade, com seus 20, 50, 130 anos.<br />Vida longa à longevidade<br />longe a vida que alonga suas vaidades,<br />perto do acaso,<br /><br />Ocasionando situações de embaraço,<br />mas sempre esperançosa de um novo amanhã,<br />a cada ocaso...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751990316371310328-7102994894781830585?l=celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2yhlusClP2YJxGEdAjYf_BIyFS4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2yhlusClP2YJxGEdAjYf_BIyFS4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2yhlusClP2YJxGEdAjYf_BIyFS4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2yhlusClP2YJxGEdAjYf_BIyFS4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AcordeVerso/~4/JTmTUjcOGRc" height="1" width="1"/>Celso de Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15916001842589003133noreply@blogger.com2http://celsodecarvalho.blogspot.com/2007/06/vida-longa-do-jovem-poeta-juazeirense.html