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Ultimamente não tenho encontrado ânimo para entrar em minhas redes sociais, o motivo desse desânimo é a nova roupagem que elas estão tomando nos últimos tempos, o denuncismo.



Tem gente reclamando de tudo a todo momento, se o indivíduo vai até uma loja ou padaria e é mal atendido, pronto, faz um pequeno e vago relato, põe foto, publica, todo mundo curte, compartilha, e a coisa toda termina 
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Há um bom tempo queria escrever algo sobre os haitianos refugiados no Brasil, na verdade imaginava fazer uma postagem bem clichê, com direito a fundo musical com Elza Soares cantarolando os versos bem conhecidos de Caetano Veloso, expondo minha opinião antixenófoba (talves por ter irmão imigrantes em outros países) justificando que onde comem 194.946.470 habitantes comem 194.950.470 pessoas, e 
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Inicio meu post com  a letra de 'Quase Sem Querer', de Renato Russo; por ser depressivo e crucial.


Tenho andado distraído, Impaciente e indeciso E ainda estou confuso, Só que agora é diferente:

Sou tão tranqüilo e tão contente. Quantas chances desperdicei, Quando o que eu mais queria Era provar pra todo o mundo Que eu não precisava Provar nada pra ninguém. Me fiz em mil pedaços Pra você 
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A Funjope através do projeto Circuito Cultural das Praças apresenta neste Sábado o espetáculo teatral 'Bonita Maria' que concorreu na última Mostra Paraibana de Teatro e vem recebendo elogios de críticos teatrais e excelente aceitação do público onde é encenado. 









O espetáculo (que foi uma homenagem realizada ao centenário de Maria Bonita 1911 - 2011 comemorado ano passado em vários 
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Hoje vivo 
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Das últimas
coisas lindas e que lí do Caio epalhadas pelo Facebook



“Eu
 te amei muito. Nunca disse, como você também não disse, mas acho que 
você soube. Pena que as grandes e as cucas confusas não saibam amar. 
Pena também que a gente se envergonhe de dizer, a gente não devia ter 
vergonha do que é bonito. Penso sempre que um dia a gente vai se 
encontrar de novo, e que então tudo vai ser 
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O artista plástico paraibano Hélder Nóbrega, expôs 'Viva lá Vida - 
Adornos de Frida' uma coleção de bijuterias ispirados na vida e obra de 
Frida Kahlo tendo como principal referência os auto-retratos da artista 
plástica mexicana onde na releitura de sua obra Nóbrega reproduz de 
forma usual bijuterias retratadas por Frida.

 

  








Numa instalação inspirada na casa azul de Frida 
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Sedentos é uma instalação poética criada pelo escritor e artista plástico paraibano Hélder Nóbrega baseado no conceito da Modernidade Líquida, do sociólogo
 Zygmunt Bauman. A instalação é toda criada com materiais reciclados. Uma mesa de luz com várias garrafas vazias de vidro e 
poemas escritos com letra cursiva também em vidros remetem a fragilidade
 que a modernidade líquida trouxe ao homem 
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Amor, nem falava no singular, preferia sua pluralização promíscua (…)

Amores... hum! Debochava, indagando onde estariam afinal...



(...)



De que servem a delicadeza das flores quando secam esquecidas nos vazos ou morrem ignoradas nos jardins dos insanos?



(...) 



Queria que as lágrimas que brotavam de seu rosto enrugado, virassem adubo, para um novo jardim sem sofrimento que se 
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Ontem, nossa Diva dos escândalos involuntários foi cremada (apesar de ser judia... vai entender... artista dá pití até depois de morto) o menos agravante nessa trágica história é que a Amy deixou pelo menos três discos prontos, os quais nos trarão (me refiro a nós fãs) ainda bons momentos póstumos de uma grande estrela.

Acho desnecessário me aprofundar no assunto por demais extenso: o talento
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acontecia, sem exagero algum, pensei alto: -Deve ser um anjo, ou um 
sonho bom com um fundo musical do caralho!

Não acreditava que se
 tratava da voz de uma rélis mortal, de repente (quem é artista sabe do 
que estou falando) o palco simplesmente se transformou num pedaço do 
Olimpo e uma deusa conquistou definitivamente mais um 
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Sei que nem todos tiveram a sorte de encontrar; ha também os que acham, porém não podem estar com; o seu principe ou sua princesa.
Sendo assim posto 'Queixa' de Caetano Veloso, que soa com perfeição divina na maravilhosa voz de Maria Bethânia.


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Meu trabalho como artista plástico-aderecista apareceu na chamada do Divino Calvário, as famosas pêrolas que enfeitavam Madalena eram retiradas facilmente em cena pela atriz Francijane Cavalcanti que interpretou a personagem maravilhosamente bem.



Agradeço a todos os profissionais envolvidos Zeno Zenardi, Neto Ribeiro, Mayara Costa, Luciano Dantas, Eduardo Leite e claro principalmente ao meu 
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Ando muito ocupado com inúmeros afazeres sendo esses os maiores motivos que me deixaram ausente do blog.
Aproveito meu retorno, apesar das poucas tecladas, para agradecer a divulgação de uma peça escrita por mim em alguns blogs e sites.
'A Paixão do Divã' foi apresentada no VIII Poesia Encenada do SESC no último dia 08 de Abril.

Agradeço : 

Portal do SESC  Agradecimento especial para Chico 
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O fotógrafo Daniel J. Cox, especialista em capturar imagens da vida selvagem, disse ao Daily Mail que a cena  presenciada foi de cortar o coração.
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Mas nada, nada é maior, que dar amor e receber de volta o amor!!!  



Letra :

Era um rapaz
Estranho e encantador 
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...na cozinha conversavam banalidades
sobre o tempo e trabalho,
o mar e as ondas,
surfe e viagens
e principalmente: peixes
de todos os tipos e sabores
havia um cardápio bem variado posto à mesa em postas,
ao que parecia, ele queria impressioná-la.
E conseguiu!
Numa verdadeira overdose de ômega três 
e testosterona pura,
os olhos dela praticamente pararam de piscar
encantados pelas íris 
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Dia desses estava num ônibus aqui na capital paraibana, era pra ter sido um itinerário comum, mas fui pego de surpresa por um diálogo inusitado entre duas senhoras distintas e humildes, aqui as chamarei de Maria e Ana.
Elas vinham ocupando os dois bancos na minha frente.

Ana:
-Maria, tu assistiu Passione ontem?
Maria:
-Nada minha filha, meu menino inventou de comprar aquela televisão que prega 
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Entre sons e tons de voz magníficos
e orgasmos auditivos,
um olhar verde a espreitava,
desconfiado como quem já sofreu por amor.
Desarmada diante de tanta beleza,
admirá-lo era a única opção.
Levou-o para a cama e velando seu sono,
fez do corpo dele seu altar,
por horas contemplou nele o divino, 
desejando ser melhor do que era
para poder merecer estar ali, 
simplesmente ali, deitada ao seu lado
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Local: Espaço Digital do Espaço Cultural 
ENTRADA FRANCA

Mais informações no site da Aliança Francesa em João Pessoa.
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Hoje à tarde, trabalhando em meu ateliê, escutei um barulhinho bom - e  não era à Marisa (risos), era um som que imediatamente me levou de volta  ao passado nas ladeiras da Rainha da Borborema onde no mesmo horário eu  ouvia o triângulo batendo em disparada - era o 
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nem finja que não o conhece
não o destrate, deixe-o entrar...

Ele vai com a sua mansidão avassaladora...
pra bagunçar a casa arrumada
desajeitar os lençóis, quebrar a louça

Ouça-me, desista
ele é seu, e você... submissa!
sujeita as suas torturas e delícias...

Aquieta-te, emudece
Obedece, cegue e segue
Entregue-se chore, reze, se descabele

Só não corra, não 
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