tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022214469449975712024-03-05T16:58:21.490-08:00tentativas poemáticas IITentativas Poemáticashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13746120205460428329noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502221446944997571.post-25007289033459390102011-04-04T08:38:00.000-07:002011-04-04T08:42:28.110-07:00tentativas poemáticas II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKg-ZLX3Hmnphhk_4pLELtexZkJGQu04Q_Lvgh_cRPhLHlFIPLgWRnNv2HeBfRcno3z_zsHmCiCRt9_nbgyV-Rb4yTgqfC2H7lF7IH5RaN5R5cBriA2uFgEj0Uu57l5YX-VA9q3K5uf3om/s1600/288951378.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKg-ZLX3Hmnphhk_4pLELtexZkJGQu04Q_Lvgh_cRPhLHlFIPLgWRnNv2HeBfRcno3z_zsHmCiCRt9_nbgyV-Rb4yTgqfC2H7lF7IH5RaN5R5cBriA2uFgEj0Uu57l5YX-VA9q3K5uf3om/s400/288951378.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591754220111261922" border="0" /></a>Tentativas Poemáticashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13746120205460428329noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502221446944997571.post-78669699147003866162011-02-10T06:50:00.000-08:002011-02-10T06:52:33.884-08:00TENTATIVAS POEMÁTICAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifMBBRaWeOA3WgATTa0179VFrTt5oPNc92scs3TA4uKdkqgxsVFgx3NK-wS6PHelA-Fo8d4rx2Am1yhKbujePVssPcNILDCKfV9dQhsuNM_jUiPFgSxN7hFqSdX9OJT2tP7J5GNHlgXZUO/s1600/image011.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifMBBRaWeOA3WgATTa0179VFrTt5oPNc92scs3TA4uKdkqgxsVFgx3NK-wS6PHelA-Fo8d4rx2Am1yhKbujePVssPcNILDCKfV9dQhsuNM_jUiPFgSxN7hFqSdX9OJT2tP7J5GNHlgXZUO/s400/image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572073838915697042" border="0" /></a>Tentativas Poemáticashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13746120205460428329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502221446944997571.post-70848004968155760152010-08-21T03:52:00.000-07:002010-08-21T04:17:15.509-07:00INDÓMITO DEGELO<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMc_6pR-j17cxLh4m-8XwvkzdRFmhjidJ0GEZgmNhA5BBPcGpqrOvruv6GZI2t9zFDh0nOhTp4sI8pfH9zoiDYTzjnYeDmMIkqqxfM9Gdi9MfqGkr1ZPahQ7YMQxBs1uinh11o9kSt2BV2/s1600/120px-Carbon_dioxide_structure.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 103px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMc_6pR-j17cxLh4m-8XwvkzdRFmhjidJ0GEZgmNhA5BBPcGpqrOvruv6GZI2t9zFDh0nOhTp4sI8pfH9zoiDYTzjnYeDmMIkqqxfM9Gdi9MfqGkr1ZPahQ7YMQxBs1uinh11o9kSt2BV2/s400/120px-Carbon_dioxide_structure.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507816203145298850" border="0" /></a>(Molécula de CO2)<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">INDÓMITO DEGELO</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhRqegE0mTr0Qi9gMmYTX0Qz2B9m840ZRFDYv421-HocpQr15FPPVxsOYfj5qJJ7Zxkqf8PIE0n9cewCDxrNUSPUfWospIpF-0_sXHh_IVcqupCOWQjZU04aoqZ-mbn6tP0gdhXUWZnBa/s1600/sun.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhRqegE0mTr0Qi9gMmYTX0Qz2B9m840ZRFDYv421-HocpQr15FPPVxsOYfj5qJJ7Zxkqf8PIE0n9cewCDxrNUSPUfWospIpF-0_sXHh_IVcqupCOWQjZU04aoqZ-mbn6tP0gdhXUWZnBa/s400/sun.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507815967698358274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">O Sol lança labaredas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">estalando o dourado</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">do teu rosto lindo</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg71j1rAzVIevGITXKLgSAZJPcrC6VvuP5idrBDBYzbON8KLqdBwyBIkLiIWpzeHXC3R1dagBDaQbqJDWJgpgZyloQ2dFbpIZWnu20-Q_dfcD7GKAhFAoBY5dtA6IjYXJ-zH2OzoE1bB55/s1600/degelo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg71j1rAzVIevGITXKLgSAZJPcrC6VvuP5idrBDBYzbON8KLqdBwyBIkLiIWpzeHXC3R1dagBDaQbqJDWJgpgZyloQ2dFbpIZWnu20-Q_dfcD7GKAhFAoBY5dtA6IjYXJ-zH2OzoE1bB55/s400/degelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507815814060448866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pelas tuas costas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">escorrem glaciares</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">congelando-te a postura</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ga6L8pTAUao0EnZs5Qj-uLqpyXyffDBPZ0zATB3blKIq7myF9y46-L_-6pB9Y65qkfyFQFJOKN-tSe-yXKKNXfVK0C8RCXk6wlyrLwxjE8kNK00RaCSvDpACvNMwYAzCu0f8y5LSsHkJ/s1600/ng1281817.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ga6L8pTAUao0EnZs5Qj-uLqpyXyffDBPZ0zATB3blKIq7myF9y46-L_-6pB9Y65qkfyFQFJOKN-tSe-yXKKNXfVK0C8RCXk6wlyrLwxjE8kNK00RaCSvDpACvNMwYAzCu0f8y5LSsHkJ/s400/ng1281817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507815683202816178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Os teus pulmões</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">estão negros de tanta fuligem</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">tu que rejeitas e tratas adições</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinshGcS1sE2gOZ_Ho3eO_rSfeva5L4z-6Db92iA86yPUoKrexPlVSyFi6RpXFGR8AKKj9Ygt1-MN-wXHu0-XuQ6LSAyCoJEOnPH0ZLu5ZpsUVElG3ObXmNSeO4nqD1BTIc-qv-QV2oeuLg/s1600/madeira_temporal_PAGINA.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinshGcS1sE2gOZ_Ho3eO_rSfeva5L4z-6Db92iA86yPUoKrexPlVSyFi6RpXFGR8AKKj9Ygt1-MN-wXHu0-XuQ6LSAyCoJEOnPH0ZLu5ZpsUVElG3ObXmNSeO4nqD1BTIc-qv-QV2oeuLg/s400/madeira_temporal_PAGINA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507815515160276610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Os intestinos revoltam-se</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">esvais-te em diarreias de lama</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">tão longe que estás das monções</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXeT3bBl2G8Ea1WeF53GlWV9mSWihHm2TNOVY3kAcxeYv_QFrQ2nOtv39AtcPjQrWqaDM3OiHoDUPQS0Jj6D-qBI_3jMkoVa7OMrGo5R-RetteHBsamWcckKRJhxfNJWkdudVkBsOBXXxE/s1600/250px-1755_Lisbon_earthquake.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXeT3bBl2G8Ea1WeF53GlWV9mSWihHm2TNOVY3kAcxeYv_QFrQ2nOtv39AtcPjQrWqaDM3OiHoDUPQS0Jj6D-qBI_3jMkoVa7OMrGo5R-RetteHBsamWcckKRJhxfNJWkdudVkBsOBXXxE/s400/250px-1755_Lisbon_earthquake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507815319774061970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">O teu corpo belo treme e abre-se</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">em fendas largas e implodes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">na libertação de mais e mais CO2</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGIHMBhcEQ2ro4VdMmtxQFWg8uW4AuNveuEXidWbaDbR8KadbqEP61RGqrhKXvEqVMzsRSB_uYfXSLvODE2pfBjpdXtSR7L70caqfzNJWSDiXYla3Pq0-PvVcTQ7zVdjWNILWMF_iX1pp/s1600/placa-tsunami-reuters-20100302-HG.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGIHMBhcEQ2ro4VdMmtxQFWg8uW4AuNveuEXidWbaDbR8KadbqEP61RGqrhKXvEqVMzsRSB_uYfXSLvODE2pfBjpdXtSR7L70caqfzNJWSDiXYla3Pq0-PvVcTQ7zVdjWNILWMF_iX1pp/s400/placa-tsunami-reuters-20100302-HG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507815139717231474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Perdes-te e perco-me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">perdemo-nos todos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">à procura dum outro Planeta</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXlc5wNCCplvt0gKoKZxQrOKAvO9rp-BCdIF9uHmy0ypbIUYcHNUqyOIEnynW1o0G7yrmydbi4n638hO3UshHPlJQZ9rw7tLyu_QejxclJu3FALHIJB58LHF0Xb-F25vvQKs_qX7zmH4F/s1600/mi01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXlc5wNCCplvt0gKoKZxQrOKAvO9rp-BCdIF9uHmy0ypbIUYcHNUqyOIEnynW1o0G7yrmydbi4n638hO3UshHPlJQZ9rw7tLyu_QejxclJu3FALHIJB58LHF0Xb-F25vvQKs_qX7zmH4F/s400/mi01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507814776430392274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Este já está condenado!</span><br /></div>Tentativas Poemáticashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13746120205460428329noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502221446944997571.post-11810508369426700562009-09-03T05:24:00.000-07:002009-09-03T05:41:53.432-07:00O GUARDADOR DE PRÉMIOS<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJrPE2zdONRtNANtT_5niO2m051Vnq-vxR3dZhlXC3XiQDA0z4m9kX3wox4GDdIBxbLnewtlw5q9QyhOGjlTDMqcdR3n8rCl5Q3LZtmuA-ycZAtekALNCP9LoPL1H13bSlCDWIPhYM25KF/s1600-h/premioselo1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377217507857531234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJrPE2zdONRtNANtT_5niO2m051Vnq-vxR3dZhlXC3XiQDA0z4m9kX3wox4GDdIBxbLnewtlw5q9QyhOGjlTDMqcdR3n8rCl5Q3LZtmuA-ycZAtekALNCP9LoPL1H13bSlCDWIPhYM25KF/s400/premioselo1.jpg" /></a><strong>Este Prémio/Selinho foi elaborado com muito carinho em parceria com Maria Isabel Lassuta Monteverde (<span style="color:#3333ff;">ARTISTA MALDITO</span>) para toda(o)s a(o)s amiga(o)s da blogosfera, tal como aquele azul que se encontra na publicação anterior. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>*</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>*</strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Assim, este blogue destinar-se-á apenas a guardar religiosamente todos os miminhos que têm vindo a fazer o favor de me oferecer.</span><br /></div></strong><div align="center"></div>Tentativas Poemáticashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13746120205460428329noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502221446944997571.post-48802261307487211742009-05-22T15:25:00.000-07:002009-05-22T15:39:28.413-07:00PRÉMIOS (SELINHOS)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6OUG7_NPw9JlkhNV2V3s98ZBHc65zIrMf942y9a7fAj-Ysgey81HwBBTQzr1XhhKIqYtvK5f0ktrleepDon01oHMsuN5HKPafrGBHvEWi_sTKuiP8XUdh9ZsDGCb0TYbD0DJLLKvto4Hm/s1600-h/selotentativaspoematicas3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338779879551041106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6OUG7_NPw9JlkhNV2V3s98ZBHc65zIrMf942y9a7fAj-Ysgey81HwBBTQzr1XhhKIqYtvK5f0ktrleepDon01oHMsuN5HKPafrGBHvEWi_sTKuiP8XUdh9ZsDGCb0TYbD0DJLLKvto4Hm/s320/selotentativaspoematicas3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>A partir de hoje comecei a transferir todos os PRÉMIOS (SELINHOS) com que as amigas e amigos da blogosfera me têm vindo a presentear. </strong></span></div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>.<br /></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Muito obrigado a toda(o)s por tanto carinho</strong></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">O PRÉMIO tentativaspoematicas que elaborei com a preciosa ajuda da ISABEL MONTEVERDE (ARTISTA MALDITO) aqui fica à vossa disposição.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Tentativas Poemáticashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13746120205460428329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502221446944997571.post-19883324377230502892008-10-25T12:14:00.000-07:002008-10-25T12:17:14.926-07:00ENCERRADO TEMPORARIAMENTE<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Agradecendo a toda(o)s a(o)s amiga(o)s que fazem o favor de lerem os meus trabalhos informo que só estou a publicar em<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">tentativas poemáticas</span><br /></span></div>Tentativas Poemáticashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13746120205460428329noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502221446944997571.post-42368882400701391922008-10-05T08:13:00.000-07:002008-10-05T08:26:31.017-07:00SE A MINHA MUSA CORRER PERIGO...<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Que o Sol acabe por se apagar<br />assim como o lindo luar;<br />fiquem tão nervosas as estrelas<br />que o Céu termine por perdê-las;<br /><br />em chuva intensa e brusca cairão<br />neste globo oco de podridão.<br />Queimem todas as flores da Terra<br />pisadas que já estão de tanta guerra.<br /><br />Os poetas já descontentes vão partindo<br />a barba por fazer e de luto vestindo.<br />Adeus radioso Sol, adeus doce luar<br />que caiam todas as estrelas e suba o mar;<br /><br />Que os protões e electrões se desentendam<br />enquanto os Deuses, rindo muito, merendam<br />as palavras bonitas que te disse e ainda digo.<br /><br />Acabem de uma só vez com tudo,<br />cegue o mundo, ensurdeça, fique mudo<br />se a minha Musa correr algum perigo.</span>Tentativas Poemáticashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13746120205460428329noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502221446944997571.post-75570606244060802912008-10-05T06:54:00.000-07:002008-10-05T07:40:30.326-07:00O Oleiro do Arripiado (Chamusca)<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sou visitante assíduo de uma extraordinária bloguista brasileira chamada Renata Maria Parreira Cordeiro (blogue: Galeria da Renata Maria Parreira Cordeiro) . Nesse blogue, ela que é uma pessoa maravilhosa, altruísta, que gosta de dar visibilidade aos outros, tem vindo a publicar obras do talentoso artista plástico, também brasileiro: DUDU SANTOS (blogue: dudu santos). </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Verifiquei que no seu último comentário à Renata o Dudu disse: </span><span style="font-family: arial;">"Este quadro de Mario Zanini era</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial;">meu, vendi um tempo atrás...me deu saudades dele..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Ocorreu-me a ideia que já tinha acerca do sentimento de perda por parte dos artistas relativamente às suas obras. Em 29 de Agosto de 2002 elaborei um poema que, embora se referisse ao Oleiro do Arripiado era muito mais abrangente. Em Setembro último ofereci-o a uma mulher e artista que admiro muito, bastante conhecida da "blogosfera artesanal": HELENA SANTOS (blogue: Coisas de Mulher). Mas ela sabe-o, este poema não é pertença de ninguém. </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Pertence a todos os "dudus" quando dizem: "...me deu saudades dele..."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >O OLEIRO DO ARRIPIADO</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Pois é! O Oleiro é um eterno menino<br />Que molda com amor nas suas mãos barrentas<br />As peças criadas do fundo do seu tino<br />Vendidas sem valor em feiras poeirentas<br /><br />Gostaria poder não se desfazer delas<br />Mas enfim a necessidade a isso obriga<br />E vê parti-las entregues às clientelas<br />Continuando vazia a sua barriga<br /><br />Vazio apertado fica o seu coração<br />Ele que rima d' outro modo: mas é poeta!<br />Vendo partir pedaços da imaginação<br />Sorrindo para o comprador uma dor discreta<br /><br />Escritores/poetas as obras editam<br />Quando entendem os seus trabalhos visitam<br />A vida/obra do Oleiro tem outro destino<br /><br />Sofre mais do que o poeta ou escritor<br />Ninguém nem nada consola a sua imensa dor<br />Mesmo velhinho o Oleiro é um eterno menino!...<br /><br /></span><br /></div>Tentativas Poemáticashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13746120205460428329noreply@blogger.com11