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Este é o nosso trabalho mais recente Primeiras Folhas de Outono. Teve um longo período de gestação e uns seis meses de encubadora. Mas, enfim, chegou ontem nas terras de Nova Conquista.
É um livro de poemas onde procuramos expor diversos estilos da poética: soneto, trovas, haicais, repente, canções, paródias, variações da contemporaneidade... partindo de estilos comedidos e presos a critérios da
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Era a flor mais linda do jardim.A preferida da fera.
Vestia-se do vermelho-pecado...E da carnal tentação, o carmimDe quem emana o pólen do amorEm reciprocidade...Ao calor dos tímidos lábios de Eva.
E enleva em ternura...E leva para além das fronteirasO perfume de um jardim encantado,Inebriante... repleto de candura.
Era a mais formosa das floresQue havia 
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Lembro-me dos olhos teusTentando alcançar os meus.
Mel dos engenhos voava...
Sonhos adocicavam o luarE tudo parecia inundarO doce dos olhos teus.
Lembro-me dos olhos teusTentando alcançar os meus.
A lua cantava em nossos olhosA canção do amor primeiro...
E tudo parecia inundarO doce dos olhos teusNos olhos meus.
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Receio que não venhas nesta tardeApreciar o pôr-do-sol encantado!
Estou sentado diante de um mar imenso...A brisa salpica o cheiro agitadoDas ondas que tentam fugir do densoE furtivo existir. Mas não conseguem:— São sempre puxadas de voltaFeito um lenço de um breve adeus!
Receio que não venhas.
E sem teu abraço, Teu calor,Teu beijo,Sinto-me pobre peixeQue nadou
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O coquetel de lançamento será realizada no dia 09 deste mês, às 19H30min, na Câmara de Vereadores, e no dia seguinte, às 8 horas, na Biblioteca Municipal. O evento na Câmara Municipal contará com a participação de escritores e poetas de Cândido Sales, do 
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Cândido Sales amanheceu (neste cinco de julho) sob intensos estouros de foguetes que comemoravam o seu 49º aniversário de emancipação política. Durante o dia, foi realizada a tradicional programação com a mini-maratona, corrida de bicicleta, cavalgada e futebol no estádio municipal. Para abrilhantar ainda mais as comemorações, a prefeita Sidélia Lemos inaugurou a quadra esportiva do Bairro 
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No último sábado (11), na praça Moisés Félix, com a excepcional participação da turma de EJA, a Secretaria de Educação oficializou o início das festividades juninas em Cândido Sales. Portanto, cabe aqui uma correção: na postagem anterior (09/06/2011) informamos que seriam treze dias de festa em Cândido Sales, quando na verdade ao calendário dos festejos somam-se mais cinco dias de programação 
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"A despeito das notícias divulgadas na internet, com uso de imagens e palavras de ordem do cartaz utilizado pela Confederação Nacional dos Trabalhadores em Educação para paralisação 
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há um abismo
onde as aves noturnas se confundem...
ora num canto dorido, 
ora nos ecos da solidão...
E muito além, sonhos se fundem
com o frio da noite insolente.

Dentro de mim
há um abismo
onde o sopro do engano
baila sinicamente nas asas do poema
qual andorinha sobre as montanhas
(onde repousam, resolutas e inebriantes,
algumas dimensões do pensar).
Esse abismo
que ora se amplia 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fcRjJSkCvkYTi4dvhwcoDK_hi1E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fcRjJSkCvkYTi4dvhwcoDK_hi1E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Vendavais/~4/vrSTYL63EfM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vendavais.blogspot.com/2011/03/carnaporto-2011-tem-publico-record.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MQn89eyp7ImA9Wx9aFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26699818.post-1562366898314122512</id><published>2011-03-08T10:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:11:23.163-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-09T11:11:23.163-03:00</app:edited><title>PELO DIA INTERNACIONAL DA MULHER</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vendavais.blogspot.com/feeds/1562366898314122512/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26699818&amp;postID=1562366898314122512" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26699818/posts/default/1562366898314122512?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26699818/posts/default/1562366898314122512?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vendavais/~3/lrnt5tYWbN4/pelo-dia-internacional-da-mulher.html" title="PELO DIA INTERNACIONAL DA MULHER" /><author><name>Gilmar Pereira Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772553820284061767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OssMahKY36g/SPSFuoihQyI/AAAAAAAAABk/9aJ1V9jzvDE/S220/Zaa6dma%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">MARAVILHA DAS MARAVILHASTu, mulher,és a maravilha das maravilhasque Deus semeou no mundo;vida que faz jorrar a vidano seu dom de ser divino.Tu, mulher,és a canção preferida dos poetas!És símbolo de ternura e vigor -o ser "certo nas horas incertas" -força sublime que acolhe,protege e ensina o que é amor.***
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A fumaça
Se despedaça
Entre esponjas
Neutralizantes
E transparentes
(dentro de tubos bafejantes
e tantos cubos de traços leves)
Para exalar, pura e leve,
Pelas cidades... sem toxidades.

Ultragenético,
O homem luta
Na disputa
Do objetivo
Do sonho numérico
Do anseio incontido
Em ser conhecimento
No ter desmedido...

Em um turbilhão
Evolutivo e reativo
De esperanças,
Eis que surge
Do conhecer novo
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