tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115605022024-03-15T18:11:00.369-07:00SolFirminoAqui estão os inícios dos textos da coluna "Mito em Contexto", escritos por mais de 6 anos para o site Blocos online. Também estão alguns poemas dos 7 livros escritos por mim. E também alguns ensaios, haicais e outros textos.solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.comBlogger573125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-52156026395122160332023-12-20T19:35:00.000-08:002023-12-20T19:43:22.009-08:00Qual o seu desejo secreto?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqPe5T8PrjeUH5mKm_DIXOgRTbjVyAEpC7O2tn3VKN02U3MbSh3Bx2UCgLFTRGkFW1yhkQ4v4uhnUi5-02I6qnaaHxS5xYCZSuvxa-8CDzVLX1jyutLehvBGZMA6D564Ji8CF286POZq1otp9Q-scBjxvOYSL5hQQhaIRzrnLITN-iInlx-20/s1068/Screenshot_20231221_003617_Facebook.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="956" data-original-width="1068" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqPe5T8PrjeUH5mKm_DIXOgRTbjVyAEpC7O2tn3VKN02U3MbSh3Bx2UCgLFTRGkFW1yhkQ4v4uhnUi5-02I6qnaaHxS5xYCZSuvxa-8CDzVLX1jyutLehvBGZMA6D564Ji8CF286POZq1otp9Q-scBjxvOYSL5hQQhaIRzrnLITN-iInlx-20/s320/Screenshot_20231221_003617_Facebook.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: 24px;">💻 📱 </span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 24px;">Leiam em Amaité Poesia & Cia, a leitura que fiz do Poema de Natal, de Luís Palma Gomes:</span>
<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 24px;"><a href="https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/12/qual-o-seu-desejo-secreto-solange.html" target="_blank">https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/12/qual-o-seu-desejo-secreto-solange.html</a></span>
<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 24px;"><b>Pedido de Natal</b></span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 24px;">Ouves o tempo,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">cínico e claro</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">clepsidra de vento</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">perdendo a razão</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">porque a loucura é</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">e será sempre</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">a melhor desculpa</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">para quem deixou de acreditar.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 24px;">Ouves o tempo,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">fio que conduz</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">fio de cem pontas inenarráveis</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">serpenteando por lugares, olhares</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">que pareciam ter a certeza</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">ou medo talvez disfarçado</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">de penas e asas,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">levantando em voo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">num bando de incontáveis sensações.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 24px;">Seremos uma cápsula engolida por um gigante</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">e regurgitada depois numa galáxia distante?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">Que ele nos engole é certo.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">Se nos regurgita depois</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">jovens e intactos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">numa praia do sul,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">é o nosso desejo secreto, sereno,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 24px;">a primeira prenda que pedimos em cada Natal.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 24px;"><b>Luís Palma </b></span><br /><br /><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_231221_002845_865.sdocx--></p>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-75826495321324328512023-11-30T17:53:00.000-08:002023-11-30T18:25:07.981-08:00Se pudesse, fazia-me de versos: Lília Tavares<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeeACRhnQTmfZv3pzbmiSYNgoajgRbIu96cAaIhf4FO8-IX3-BZ3_b6UJ7IsrvErzclapMdkrI4GKlXScBtSJvg6CL1LNMiYJzPwUmWaox3plN7kz05rZd0W5EQRXMlc-p-Gd6PvdqGp-vGf91Yw5Ux86SrHDUyQWFDgyuvP-xtFeD-0PLRWYL/s1380/parto-ventos.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1380" data-original-width="835" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeeACRhnQTmfZv3pzbmiSYNgoajgRbIu96cAaIhf4FO8-IX3-BZ3_b6UJ7IsrvErzclapMdkrI4GKlXScBtSJvg6CL1LNMiYJzPwUmWaox3plN7kz05rZd0W5EQRXMlc-p-Gd6PvdqGp-vGf91Yw5Ux86SrHDUyQWFDgyuvP-xtFeD-0PLRWYL/s320/parto-ventos.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Leiam em "Amaité Poesia & Cia", um pequeno ensaio sobre o livro "Parto com os ventos", de Lília Tavares.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/11/se-pudesse-fazia-me-de-versos-solange.html">https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/11/se-pudesse-fazia-me-de-versos-solange.html</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Hoje acordei com a dor das árvores;</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>estou de pé e o meu tronco sustém</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>o vazio e a solidão dos ramos</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>côncavos de espera,</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>impacientes de ternura.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Quero o bracejar dos pássaros,</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>ser refúgio dos ventos que me procuram,</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>tornar-me na folhagem que te abriga,</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>ser o ninho na tua noite, aberto </i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>com a inquietação e a serenidade</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>dos rumores das aves mais tardias.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Não, desta vez não vou.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Lília Tavares</i></span></div>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-6495993777838791832023-11-27T11:28:00.000-08:002023-11-27T11:28:42.851-08:00Linhagem - Aniversário de casamento dos meus pais<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UnZ9r33UhLGNoRD6GzFVKj44wLiRYDPNfbPnqShLWSOToX85p9K-HJ010n7uawnQT30ItwqkvEct2LQRxBNPngL1I4KC6yxyu_aiN3j_ZQWpOes1Bj8uC3hAJTR9hTO6MvKu7YtMYVzu0O2ZEc_ipkzyVL-3RRnoNEQnsD23d_PDCtB6IsP4/s4096/20190919_145716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4096" data-original-width="3072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UnZ9r33UhLGNoRD6GzFVKj44wLiRYDPNfbPnqShLWSOToX85p9K-HJ010n7uawnQT30ItwqkvEct2LQRxBNPngL1I4KC6yxyu_aiN3j_ZQWpOes1Bj8uC3hAJTR9hTO6MvKu7YtMYVzu0O2ZEc_ipkzyVL-3RRnoNEQnsD23d_PDCtB6IsP4/s320/20190919_145716.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">[Para Manoel e Vanda, meus pais]</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Sou metade de cada um dos meus pais.</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Ao acaso, mais um rosto na Terra.</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Essa história não está nos livros.</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Pronuncio a palavra no colo deles,</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">sempre serei menina.</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">A idade já chegou para nós três,</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">temos rugas.</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Entretanto, emito um verbo que nos eterniza:</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">arvorejar.</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Criaremos galhos entre as árvores do antigo quintal;</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">iremos dançando uma cantiga de roda</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">de volta à era dos fósseis,</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">de geração em geração.</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Nossa herança permanecerá</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">sem precisar de sobrenome.</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Solange Firmino</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b>Imagem: Meus pais, anos 70.</b></span></div><div dir="auto"></div>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-28622308558155734422023-11-20T15:30:00.000-08:002023-11-20T15:31:20.405-08:00I HAVE A DREAM <p> </p><p style="text-align: justify;">O ativista pelos direitos civis e reverendo Marthin Luther King Jr. fez um discurso no Memorial Lincoln para 250 mil pessoas que, neste ano de 2023, completou 60 anos. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Nesse discurso, chamado "I have a dream", ele pediu o fim do ódio, da intolerância, do racismo, da brutalidade policial, da pobreza, entre várias coisas que perturbam a humanidade desde sempre. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">A segregação racial continua. Sem falar que Marthin Luther King foi assassinado poucos anos após seu discurso.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY7tuVws06GtGY16PZJEsQUPVFEOuGc9zRYFkatwHfmsx-ClNmJ3_UUFRljmiI6mET7Ep3xIwAm2PL81hoYEwmS4cyOOpXh0zXP6rhRjFVKAvBD652bP0hEFscpYHftOgYsqZkgRQzdwQZsGINbAJFZAJwuGinx8bpU2hVMqWvEJXnnKNrtYip/s3464/lincoln2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3464" data-original-width="2566" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY7tuVws06GtGY16PZJEsQUPVFEOuGc9zRYFkatwHfmsx-ClNmJ3_UUFRljmiI6mET7Ep3xIwAm2PL81hoYEwmS4cyOOpXh0zXP6rhRjFVKAvBD652bP0hEFscpYHftOgYsqZkgRQzdwQZsGINbAJFZAJwuGinx8bpU2hVMqWvEJXnnKNrtYip/s320/lincoln2.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">📷 Eu em frente à estátua de Lincoln, no interior do Memorial Lincoln, que foi o presidente que liderou os EUA durante durante sua maior crise interna, a Guerra Civil Americana, preservando a integridade territorial do país, abolindo a escravidão e fortalecendo o governo. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_SWMtqoC-cvxXpe0dsohYJQy5XCUPH15TTS63GRQAH2E1KhDdSpmHGpuI9eFGsQ9NAuLm75KOh1nB6jvaQZabRyD6fO8BODJlDFOI9zGr9X7Lxtg4Oo3sdjXjcclGHtRcLkuGsDOGqsmZTDqsGvULlHcV2Gm1q5QhyphenhyphenstqCsCKgn7q4YyFTumW/s422/marthin.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="422" data-original-width="289" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_SWMtqoC-cvxXpe0dsohYJQy5XCUPH15TTS63GRQAH2E1KhDdSpmHGpuI9eFGsQ9NAuLm75KOh1nB6jvaQZabRyD6fO8BODJlDFOI9zGr9X7Lxtg4Oo3sdjXjcclGHtRcLkuGsDOGqsmZTDqsGvULlHcV2Gm1q5QhyphenhyphenstqCsCKgn7q4YyFTumW/s320/marthin.png" width="219" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> 📷 O reverendo Martin Luther King Jr. dirige-se aos manifestantes durante seu discurso "I have a dream" no Lincoln Memorial em Washington D.C. em 28 de agosto de 1963. - Foto: Associated Press </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhirBc7YClsrq98pMydcCqKFdCif22QPP9TowxpkrlYE0oNUNSUxC8PHxnVXRDf_GxyO3tAAQn1FJjZ7reVvtfPapcsik0OiCV90fmhw1b0TNHHqAvR7bIVGDjtsbz1BrQhfco9KZ9aOtvEvdUruJDit7V6iOsZALoCOi65O_3KQrFfdkypVQ8/s4032/lincoln1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhirBc7YClsrq98pMydcCqKFdCif22QPP9TowxpkrlYE0oNUNSUxC8PHxnVXRDf_GxyO3tAAQn1FJjZ7reVvtfPapcsik0OiCV90fmhw1b0TNHHqAvR7bIVGDjtsbz1BrQhfco9KZ9aOtvEvdUruJDit7V6iOsZALoCOi65O_3KQrFfdkypVQ8/s320/lincoln1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p> 📷 Eu em frente ao Memorial Lincoln, que é composto de vários monumentos. Esse obelisco fica em frente à Estátua de Lincoln.</p><p><br /></p><p>* Perdoem a qualidade das fotos, mas eu fui em 1997, não havia Smartphone.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div><br /></div>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-87739104603002933262023-11-13T14:24:00.000-08:002023-11-13T14:24:34.296-08:00Sob a cal espessa da infância de Bruno Ítalo <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI8_vvmb-QoZ1bzQiSsvAJv0-sfBJ4bcm1C32-jqeIcuWpzf1TdZbL65FVZhWqer7SIT8I8djmRkBvywYWe9iKjX9l2X_UduE3pJ8V53MGDa4uKv1wJB0NBOUWh03Tzim_RpMieON3OprSNIzcZV1vx-NCKAY6AapUkM0L1DqkQua1HDVLeoq6/s342/exsicata-capa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="235" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI8_vvmb-QoZ1bzQiSsvAJv0-sfBJ4bcm1C32-jqeIcuWpzf1TdZbL65FVZhWqer7SIT8I8djmRkBvywYWe9iKjX9l2X_UduE3pJ8V53MGDa4uKv1wJB0NBOUWh03Tzim_RpMieON3OprSNIzcZV1vx-NCKAY6AapUkM0L1DqkQua1HDVLeoq6/s320/exsicata-capa.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/11/sob-cal-espessa-da-infancia-de-bruno.html&source=gmail&ust=1700000341485000&usg=AOvVaw2VHFWlfFeMKMJ1W4WjgbRQ" href="https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/11/sob-cal-espessa-da-infancia-de-bruno.html" target="_blank">https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.<wbr></wbr>com/2023/11/sob-cal-espessa-<wbr></wbr>da-infancia-de-bruno.html</a></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;">Deem uma lida no meu ensaio sobre o livro do Bruno Ítalo, Exsicata.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto"><br /></div>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-42486513677775045742023-11-09T17:18:00.000-08:002023-11-09T17:18:24.981-08:00Silêncio<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ9FXI4ujDT5HMZEu8ZUpQYJozTK8sllYvnESm0Tw-jX10-e0NnwBUJxgOh2ApkvzCTOi7EUajhXsHey-IMhZXgxaJiSvYejC-aWETNQEv9emcvat11gjEXZafTWqKwQjqn_7cf5xVHusBga-79Qx8Dq5dGJrQ9Hvs_LKnPooRzMTvfNsM4t-y/s4032/semente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ9FXI4ujDT5HMZEu8ZUpQYJozTK8sllYvnESm0Tw-jX10-e0NnwBUJxgOh2ApkvzCTOi7EUajhXsHey-IMhZXgxaJiSvYejC-aWETNQEv9emcvat11gjEXZafTWqKwQjqn_7cf5xVHusBga-79Qx8Dq5dGJrQ9Hvs_LKnPooRzMTvfNsM4t-y/s320/semente.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Presente na ausência do som</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e na mudez da palavra.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Na memória da fotografia,</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">é comovente e saudoso.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No deserto sem ruído,</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">é expansão fértil no oásis.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Na curva do céu,</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">é o risco luminoso da estrela cadente.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">É dolorido na espera da resposta.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Há silêncio na dança dos átomos</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e nas SEMENTES;</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nos amarelos de Van Gogh;</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">no feto que cresce</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e no repouso da Fênix</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nos ciclos do tempo</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Solange Firmino</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Fotografia: No meu jardim.</span></div>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-84627431687919090362023-10-11T21:46:00.003-07:002023-11-08T20:04:42.232-08:00Dia da Criança 2023<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eu ganhei um troféu Mário Quintana por esse poema. O tema era "<b>O idoso</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>e a arte de envelhecer</b>". Sei que é dia da criança. Mas minha infância</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">está cada vez mais longe e a velhice aguarda logo ali na esquina. E</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">vou feliz, porque estou viva. Se estou aqui, agradeço a Deus e aos</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">médicos. Envelhecer não é para qualquer um.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Feliz dia da criança!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZop6YsFKgQTNThdpjOXt2kpaoWViEN-vp1DhCnjbMuCEU2Z2GZsh23_orH2KtzShimIrTMOUAqo2KbEtGfF6LERXY4xPDC2CxJeTE6bKYNKQlAGvok1reRuolTte-21uxcEFuPwULgRWdCrjXGATVcKgdvZjxdL_XnM8u4b1A6smFWjBTbl9N/s1389/sol-3x4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1389" data-original-width="1042" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZop6YsFKgQTNThdpjOXt2kpaoWViEN-vp1DhCnjbMuCEU2Z2GZsh23_orH2KtzShimIrTMOUAqo2KbEtGfF6LERXY4xPDC2CxJeTE6bKYNKQlAGvok1reRuolTte-21uxcEFuPwULgRWdCrjXGATVcKgdvZjxdL_XnM8u4b1A6smFWjBTbl9N/s320/sol-3x4.jpg" width="240" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* INEXORÁVEL *</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Na véspera de minha morte,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">naufraguei nas abissais ondas do Letes.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Subornei oráculos para saber meu fim,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mas os vates discretos resistiram,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">assediaram-me com seu séquito de sacerdotisas sensuais.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eles sabiam da minha fadiga e trouxeram asas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">como as de Ícaro.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Foi assim que caí feliz no abismo.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Até gostei do espaço entre o chão e a queda…</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Com o tempo, o espelho me envelheceu.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nele me vi,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e vi inteiros os versos atirados</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nos lagos mansos dos olhos,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">isentos de eternidade,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mas cheios de memórias e descaminhos.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Abri os lábios e saíram palavras indecifráveis</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">em busca de abraços e gestos sem punhaladas.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Como dizer-me que os espelhos também deformam?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eles não refletiram quem eu sou,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Só vi o rosto antigo de criança-adulta,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">esculpido no reflexo.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nunca foi a parte inteira e etérea do infinito materializado.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eu e meu nome somos mais que álbuns, recortes, paisagens,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pedaços de percursos, calendários,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">gestos e cores nas fotografias</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e nos passos idos.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Faço uma reza.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Envelhecer é simples,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mas ainda tenho uma canção de ninar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nessa tarde de abril, de quentura insuportável.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ignoro a morte que se esquiva</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">exilada nas sombras,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">extenuada das lonjuras da idade.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ela tem uma sede envelhecida.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Solange Firmino</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-72455922560109730602023-10-04T17:19:00.001-07:002023-10-04T17:19:42.534-07:00Ixora: semente tricolor<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkxXnx3en_GnCI1DhyphenhyphenqLq8CqselokxVunswdfQwgHw0eIxw_6NBi-F6T4qxmazuivgM-HngQpFyXVPIlrJIYY0L7A3qOcY3zCFdKOOkzqMGKnxf1cx_5_hpFj5-dZ3ATdNhttHG9Syswqq60GOIGCxC129goGxpKkTWIZaMtVDHi5vyumddAw9/s879/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="879" data-original-width="659" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkxXnx3en_GnCI1DhyphenhyphenqLq8CqselokxVunswdfQwgHw0eIxw_6NBi-F6T4qxmazuivgM-HngQpFyXVPIlrJIYY0L7A3qOcY3zCFdKOOkzqMGKnxf1cx_5_hpFj5-dZ3ATdNhttHG9Syswqq60GOIGCxC129goGxpKkTWIZaMtVDHi5vyumddAw9/s320/1.jpg" 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white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;">Aproveitando o jogo do meu Fluminense hoje, estou postando as sementes e as flores desse arbusto lindo e muito famoso no Brasil. Tem as cores amarela e vermelha: <i>Ixora Coccinea</i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Só faltou a cor branca, mas as sementes têm as duas cores principais, verde e grená.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHMUxt9e39NZkWPx4nb52ftnXhqQgjxl1bLAs20zvhqE9F0yPNCn5qVNAohTVrMX0ikdOx00GC1umryc9f9iol_ZAofb6c9AfgeClMqRwghRfwDM_2AY8C9umFBQMolcuvXQcRNWcuAI1VEtkbEoZGz0YVzWgqwWXkmalJcXBhG3EpO3qtu7N/s879/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="879" data-original-width="659" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHMUxt9e39NZkWPx4nb52ftnXhqQgjxl1bLAs20zvhqE9F0yPNCn5qVNAohTVrMX0ikdOx00GC1umryc9f9iol_ZAofb6c9AfgeClMqRwghRfwDM_2AY8C9umFBQMolcuvXQcRNWcuAI1VEtkbEoZGz0YVzWgqwWXkmalJcXBhG3EpO3qtu7N/s320/3.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEemcnHPdBNmoI1BzvM_KLb5Ev1lHUpZH7ukLpRFBGIzEUDxcyKNV2TilFXtNwDwA5auqcx70od-Psa-dwoMsqLDrWGg7XCnyXPjYvTsEjL5bydliIIlj0THXUNETYZ-unB6ms1AELIdyq5rCBy_GXXzQ-UBrqm28LDfHIcuhhaLo3WcHdfATN/s4032/museu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEemcnHPdBNmoI1BzvM_KLb5Ev1lHUpZH7ukLpRFBGIzEUDxcyKNV2TilFXtNwDwA5auqcx70od-Psa-dwoMsqLDrWGg7XCnyXPjYvTsEjL5bydliIIlj0THXUNETYZ-unB6ms1AELIdyq5rCBy_GXXzQ-UBrqm28LDfHIcuhhaLo3WcHdfATN/s320/museu.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Primavera no ar</b></i></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>as flores vêm até mim</b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>quando sou jardim</b></i></span></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Solange Firmino</b></i></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Imagem: Museu da República - RJ</p><p><br /></p>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-1863968570803853572023-09-20T20:12:00.000-07:002023-09-20T20:12:36.948-07:00Borboleta e lantana<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLjCzS3nLkVXkobWEseALPPxXh21acOHJ99Zqt586cJu6hOTOJljzBwUqmLKc6jhIno5CG0JzJP_RUs3xj_t7VpdgZCVPO-TkOy3quOBJHtqZdFEiCkMZ3TwkBQ3nKl9pUjslDutfEUQ5AefQErqHr6w-IdcbhSbf0zBczFgpOQUoL5k_344o/s2021/20230919_110759%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2021" data-original-width="1745" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLjCzS3nLkVXkobWEseALPPxXh21acOHJ99Zqt586cJu6hOTOJljzBwUqmLKc6jhIno5CG0JzJP_RUs3xj_t7VpdgZCVPO-TkOy3quOBJHtqZdFEiCkMZ3TwkBQ3nKl9pUjslDutfEUQ5AefQErqHr6w-IdcbhSbf0zBczFgpOQUoL5k_344o/s320/20230919_110759%20(2).jpg" width="276" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: medium;">É manhã de inverno </span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: medium;">na lantana colorida </span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: medium;">borboleta pousa</span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: medium;">Solange Firmino</span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Bruno Ítalo </span></b></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #222222; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #222222; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">O próprio Bruno explica o conceito do quadro:</span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #222222; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #222222; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Uma “exsicata” é um exemplar vegetal conservado para estudos botânicos. A palavra também é usada para colagens artesanais elaboradas com flores e folhas secas. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #222222; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #222222; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Desde que escolhi o nome do livro, lá em 2020, veio também a ideia de montar exsicatas artesanais para presentear os leitores. Depois, inspirado pela seção que reúne haicais livres (“Jardim Vira-lata”, parte final de Exsicata), decidi acrescentar também um haicai a cada quadrinho. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #222222; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #222222; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Assim surgiram estas “haicatas”, compostas por haicais tradicionais (e alguns guilhermimos) ilustrados por exsicatas feitas com folhas e flores colhidas nas ruas e calçadas de Teresina-PI desde meados de 2022. As montagens priorizam o uso de flores que caem espontaneamente, como ipê e jasmim, além de descartes de poda e capinagem. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #222222; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #222222; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A adição de um haicai especial para cada quadro enriqueceu a composição, mas também a fez mais difícil de executar. Por isso, montei uma quantidade pequena de exemplares (60 até agora), que serão distribuídos preferencialmente aos leitores que adquirirem o livro em pré-venda. Cada original foi digitalizado e, em breve, fará parte de um e-book (...)"</span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #222222; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #222222; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><blockquote><div dir="auto" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;">Se você ainda não adquiriu o livro do Bruno, não sabe o que está perdendo! Vem aqui ver como comprar: </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"><a href="http://www.instagram.com/bispoesias">www.instagram.com/bispoesias</a></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"></div></blockquote><div dir="auto" style="color: #222222; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div></div>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-49238769964173412342023-09-10T19:34:00.004-07:002023-09-10T20:15:34.036-07:00Sonho de liberdade em "A janela dos ventos", de Jandira Zanchi<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhy7psN52EWyChx7sxG6MrFraevY7Z9iaRtEw0yOSacZDI4nwnk0Sd8pwv6OZRDH7IzY2HjkcXfFZZV4omT-4pFwFMPpzb6U_1Mc1IigFp8sL9ZRnHg6X4mxEyZrOZClLvt3rRYeZVcyBfMLdTPo02kuP9DVmcoYvO01L1_YNwfL9bcVf-0F9d/s400/ventos.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="357" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhy7psN52EWyChx7sxG6MrFraevY7Z9iaRtEw0yOSacZDI4nwnk0Sd8pwv6OZRDH7IzY2HjkcXfFZZV4omT-4pFwFMPpzb6U_1Mc1IigFp8sL9ZRnHg6X4mxEyZrOZClLvt3rRYeZVcyBfMLdTPo02kuP9DVmcoYvO01L1_YNwfL9bcVf-0F9d/s320/ventos.png" width="286" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Leiam em Amaité Poesia & Cia, a leitura que fiz de alguns poemas do livro "A janela dos ventos", de Jandira Zanchi.</span><div class="Ar Au Ao" id=":2g7" jslog="171097"><div aria-controls=":2ip" aria-label="Corpo da mensagem" aria-multiline="true" aria-owns=":2ip" class="Am Al editable LW-avf tS-tW tS-tY" g_editable="true" hidefocus="true" id=":2g3" role="textbox" spellcheck="false" style="direction: ltr; min-height: 219px;" tabindex="1"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /><a href="https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/09/sonho-de-liberdade-em-janela-dos-ventos.html">https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/09/sonho-de-liberdade-em-janela-dos-ventos.html</a></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">RECORTES<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">O destino<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">- não se apressem -<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">é lento e costurado<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">de raízes e vento<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">amealhado de recortes<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">em vais vens<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">de rendas e sedas<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">cantos de pássaros azuis<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">e flores amanhecidas<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">gorjeios de crianças<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">e cismas de mocinhas<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">risadas de fim de noite<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">entre estórias sem fim<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">mãos santas de senhoras<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">refazendo o ponto do assado</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">o sonho, no esteio da tarde,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div>escorrendo seu mel.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;">Jandira Zanchi</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></div></div></div>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-22862145379304251092023-09-08T08:18:00.001-07:002023-09-08T08:18:07.494-07:00Eternidade - 20 anos do meu filho!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjMI9X0Msqv5TIHkMcORO56KYSVQmy4SrMkEsaDJkpzyB3VbAjQ__pS39-Z0nPOx3IkM9FYI6Mcar6JMfvAMsvknr5lLzgULIn9-OLGeaoJiYaaPXmPNQbgbJaq79UlMPc_gi14kiWNEkXWsTBnKqvGwKGvx-RJS8nGxKstAICqmWS7lGoMOV8/s2912/biel1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2184" data-original-width="2912" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjMI9X0Msqv5TIHkMcORO56KYSVQmy4SrMkEsaDJkpzyB3VbAjQ__pS39-Z0nPOx3IkM9FYI6Mcar6JMfvAMsvknr5lLzgULIn9-OLGeaoJiYaaPXmPNQbgbJaq79UlMPc_gi14kiWNEkXWsTBnKqvGwKGvx-RJS8nGxKstAICqmWS7lGoMOV8/s320/biel1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPxVPGrink1jzYoXX6BTWnFm9hLoN3OHhSiaVfprTxIiHJKUSpnlef1iVbwmJ7ebEDQKP8_DoYcUX9ktBBnnKguquGuu9PckwXY6cxjmehYd-8v143wyxwvN4jpCajjkMfBsWHvNnL34Ug9hl1PkCHcXQpxcfwfhSH0CSXMCkJLBO4ztj5Cn59/s3985/biel2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3985" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPxVPGrink1jzYoXX6BTWnFm9hLoN3OHhSiaVfprTxIiHJKUSpnlef1iVbwmJ7ebEDQKP8_DoYcUX9ktBBnnKguquGuu9PckwXY6cxjmehYd-8v143wyxwvN4jpCajjkMfBsWHvNnL34Ug9hl1PkCHcXQpxcfwfhSH0CSXMCkJLBO4ztj5Cn59/s320/biel2.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fotos no Campo de São Bento - Icaraí, aos 6 meses.</div><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Diante dele</span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">o tempo para viver</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">toda a surpresa de saber um dia</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">que ninguém retém o calendário</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">que a vida é só um retalho de eternidades</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">costurada com imagens e sensações</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">que perduram nas lembranças</div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">nele eu me vejo refletida</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">em nós se acumulam</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">alguns naufrágios</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">e o tempo vivido até aqui</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">sinto que já somos eternos</div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Solange Firmino</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;">Para meu filho Gabriel, que completa hoje 20 ANOS!!!</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;">Meu filho, eu te amo! <img alt="❤" aria-label="❤" class="an1" data-emoji="❤" loading="lazy" src="https://fonts.gstatic.com/s/e/notoemoji/15.0/2764/72.png" style="background-color: transparent; height: 1.2em; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; width: 1.2em;" /></div></span><p></p>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-86163349799959945432023-08-17T15:20:00.001-07:002023-08-17T15:20:27.431-07:00“Vida a vida, rio adentro: nada é agora”<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit5RgsbERg_FHXpkYkqOGpr9Hdu2OcwBQx7qsDHUDpWe3ToGd_rp1gZYN9L3MvxmOjrnsPgQtE7TC9L3CkcQyuQJasmDC2lw0utO4l4z59eBk5ZcwaNv501LcYGmC3zoVwgGzlMuh3TaX53BVK1_TViDgmJkiLVWYej2__DLHhXrY0ZJo6iR4K/s1148/luis-capa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1148" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit5RgsbERg_FHXpkYkqOGpr9Hdu2OcwBQx7qsDHUDpWe3ToGd_rp1gZYN9L3MvxmOjrnsPgQtE7TC9L3CkcQyuQJasmDC2lw0utO4l4z59eBk5ZcwaNv501LcYGmC3zoVwgGzlMuh3TaX53BVK1_TViDgmJkiLVWYej2__DLHhXrY0ZJo6iR4K/s320/luis-capa.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><p><br /><br />Leiam em Amaité Poesia & Cia, a leitura que fiz de alguns poemas do livro <br />"Fronteira, de Luís Palma Gomes". <br /><br /><a href="https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/08/vida-vida-rio-adentro-nada-e-agora.html">https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/08/vida-vida-rio-adentro-nada-e-agora.html</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">PROBLEMA ONTOLÓGICO<br /><br /> <br /><br />O poema é a parte do silêncio<br /><br />que não coube na caixa negra do esquecimento.<br /><br />Transbordou por entre as frestas dos dedos<br /><br />e caiu no vazio<br /><br />que se instala entre os pingos da chuva.<br /><br /> <br /><br />O poema é o que ficou do retrato<br /><br />depois de recortado o rosto.<br /><br /> <br /><br />O poema é o big bang do instante,<br /><br />expandido-se pelo infinito do balde<br /><br />que uma criança loura levou para a praia.<br /><br /> <br /><br />O poema é só isto.<br /><br /><br /><br />Luís Palma Gomes<br /><br /> </span></p>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-27745627515307607102023-08-03T17:15:00.001-07:002023-08-03T17:15:47.421-07:00Nick do Rosário: a descoberta de vida no meio da palha<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCk5q47hgU9QHY-35OjiFl6vWgw2lSMHN0TS7CJUrQpjw81nbP1iabDUIfyMEu_EjTdSkkmiuzvEdF7VR5yoegw06Wl-U38cYwVyCxJ5y2J9X_dPM9-4LBHsrlFwklRIq3vgDmlvgd7e1MmaZGVdwCWwHSMZbwSsECJFOwa6TSsFwGTSnk2DK/s1536/Gaveta-de-cinzas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1109" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCk5q47hgU9QHY-35OjiFl6vWgw2lSMHN0TS7CJUrQpjw81nbP1iabDUIfyMEu_EjTdSkkmiuzvEdF7VR5yoegw06Wl-U38cYwVyCxJ5y2J9X_dPM9-4LBHsrlFwklRIq3vgDmlvgd7e1MmaZGVdwCWwHSMZbwSsECJFOwa6TSsFwGTSnk2DK/s320/Gaveta-de-cinzas.png" width="231" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Leiam em Amaité Poesia & Cia, a leitura que fiz de alguns poemas do livro </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"<i style="color: #333333; text-align: justify;">Gaveta de cinzas: solilóquios</i><span style="color: #333333; text-align: justify;">, de </span><b style="color: #333333; text-align: justify;">Nick do Rosário</b>". </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #1155cc;"><u><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/08/a-descoberta-de-vida-no-meio-da-palha.html&source=gmail&ust=1691194238879000&usg=AOvVaw1mApVFcflcPB8VYATwk-mq" href="https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/08/a-descoberta-de-vida-no-meio-da-palha.html" target="_blank">https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.<wbr></wbr>com/2023/08/a-descoberta-de-<wbr></wbr>vida-no-meio-da-palha.html</a></u></span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; line-height: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 1em; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">NOTAS</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; line-height: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 1em; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; line-height: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 1em; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Melodia teu corpo:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; line-height: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 1em; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Encontro</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; line-height: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 1em; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; line-height: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 1em; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Inventário</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; line-height: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 1em; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">ou prelúdio</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; line-height: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 1em; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">em mim.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; line-height: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 1em; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; line-height: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 1em; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Nick do Rosário</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Helvetica Neue Light",HelveticaNeue-Light,"Helvetica Neue",Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 1em; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"></p></div>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-69247488459991237502023-07-19T17:42:00.001-07:002023-07-19T17:42:10.710-07:00Tempo de recordações: sorvendo a vida em goles lentos<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwvBhMopwRHnz5PMOWKnygVKaLyYBD00gNw0iCuk0xBxYcmOc84wIpRe8IAJ9JrSXT0T2DXACydP48uJqfAcEcxfv-O-XRJyOYi3DXxkaUtD5FlusPnTYmwnTbPigx2XButjmIUNEZxhUAXQkU_u3PSbNCYH5eXWU1zoog1fTWGtH4EJdArRFh/s1242/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1242" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwvBhMopwRHnz5PMOWKnygVKaLyYBD00gNw0iCuk0xBxYcmOc84wIpRe8IAJ9JrSXT0T2DXACydP48uJqfAcEcxfv-O-XRJyOYi3DXxkaUtD5FlusPnTYmwnTbPigx2XButjmIUNEZxhUAXQkU_u3PSbNCYH5eXWU1zoog1fTWGtH4EJdArRFh/s320/1.png" width="213" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Em homenagem ao aniversário do amigo Wanderlino e aos nossos cafés.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Leiam em <a href="https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/07/tempo-de-recordacoes-sorvendo-vida-em.html" target="_blank">Amaité Poesia & Cia</a>, a leitura que fiz de alguns poemas do livro "Café Pingado, de Wanderlino Teixeira Leite Netto".</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">FACA DE PONTA<br /><br />Quando o tempo fecha o cerco e o viço esvoaça,<br />o ontem recrudesce em rebuliço.<br />Tece a trama de uma teia,<br />brota feito grama quando passa a chuva fina,<br />é cacho de uva em tempo de colheita,<br />água de mina assim constante.<br />Não fica na espreita,<br />não dispensa um só instante.<br />O ontem, quando o Tempo aperta o laço,<br />quando espalha tintas nos dorsos das telas,<br />é lâmina de aço,<br />estilete espetado entre as costelas.<br /><br />Wanderlino Teixeira Leite Netto</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Leia o texto completo nesse link: <a href="https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/07/tempo-de-recordacoes-sorvendo-vida-em.html" target="_blank">Amaité Poesia & Cia.</a></span></p>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-30592483611321614422023-07-13T21:03:00.000-07:002023-07-13T21:03:12.047-07:00Litorânea<p> </p><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLVCl138U-vkNGTpUbnjMFqlwThVnGO9Ogn9STY3qy4YxFaH3aW9tDmc_gD5BGZxurCT_7I1jvdqXtC9rILWeM02j6lVB-7SANEHnpV2uyxr1os-V7R3iXbwnGuRwrDq2PrHphkTFCZGnLWebc3Hr-3TDtZ_CAGf9O9PVdMwqmygZexky6PDhu/s4032/20230708_135458.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLVCl138U-vkNGTpUbnjMFqlwThVnGO9Ogn9STY3qy4YxFaH3aW9tDmc_gD5BGZxurCT_7I1jvdqXtC9rILWeM02j6lVB-7SANEHnpV2uyxr1os-V7R3iXbwnGuRwrDq2PrHphkTFCZGnLWebc3Hr-3TDtZ_CAGf9O9PVdMwqmygZexky6PDhu/w400-h300/20230708_135458.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ela tem o destino dos ventos.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Gosta das ondas que acompanham</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">as espumas que morrem nas praias</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">onde nunca esteve.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">O mesmo vento que sopra as velas até o cais.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Com um sorriso,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">também recebe os barcos</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">na sua terra de origem;</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">entre montes, rios</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">e aquele oceano inteiro entre nós.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Solange Firmino</span></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></div></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">* Poema para a amiga Graça Pires</span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Imagem: Marina da Glória, Rio de Janeiro. </span></div>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-62825063003880489812023-07-06T09:02:00.003-07:002023-07-06T09:02:38.534-07:00Testemunho<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrlvw5H_lgNKfjwVF__LsIDNlQXxFlq8UsbsIkJC9sJhYH9d2X_eCBOVwsSptXJCLDLcQIXHmqaDxEoMFKuzr3NpxEKN-V83oe0iM51t3MykRtyYBZqoa7y7zT8n4pln5Jd_PqzZJHAnsWT76RXZpamenjs7zO8D9tc45n_YEONChL71Yd8qmv/s3984/20180926_131312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3984" data-original-width="2988" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrlvw5H_lgNKfjwVF__LsIDNlQXxFlq8UsbsIkJC9sJhYH9d2X_eCBOVwsSptXJCLDLcQIXHmqaDxEoMFKuzr3NpxEKN-V83oe0iM51t3MykRtyYBZqoa7y7zT8n4pln5Jd_PqzZJHAnsWT76RXZpamenjs7zO8D9tc45n_YEONChL71Yd8qmv/s320/20180926_131312.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_KSn7RbkZ7pIK8aqiCu_BJnBgDObNneJV8LNdSrMVSMMu3WZ04-QFlkBQgn_F7XNh7Fkk9jELgoJGb1Ye7IuFHAvRQDgqYfTeQa2ylEvGkEzI7Jlx-rVscm4MsMwIX_LTzay-OF7dVCMvuhprGaGWVnSkAbYDqoeDW7tXLGnzGTNgPJyjW9AT/s3984/20180926_131216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3984" data-original-width="2988" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_KSn7RbkZ7pIK8aqiCu_BJnBgDObNneJV8LNdSrMVSMMu3WZ04-QFlkBQgn_F7XNh7Fkk9jELgoJGb1Ye7IuFHAvRQDgqYfTeQa2ylEvGkEzI7Jlx-rVscm4MsMwIX_LTzay-OF7dVCMvuhprGaGWVnSkAbYDqoeDW7tXLGnzGTNgPJyjW9AT/s320/20180926_131216.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">Eis-me aqui</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">ponho a mesa como uma dádiva </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">convoco familiares</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">conto sobre trilhas que tomei </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">como meu corpo até hoje está machucado </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">sobre as vezes nas quais me equilibrei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">em noites insones</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">tudo foi cansaço no andor de banalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">eu me aposso do instante em que respiro </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">assim capturo o presente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">pronuncio sílabas que me escapam </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">no momento já passado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">a esfinge ilhada na multidão do deserto </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">não convida às charadas </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">também quer descanso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">na escuridão até a lua paira além da fronteira </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">sem nada mostrar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: large;">Solange Firmino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">* Em 6 de julho de 1907 nascia Frida Kahlo, na casa de seus pais, </div><div style="text-align: center;">conhecida como La Casa Azul (A Casa Azul), em Coyoacán.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">* Estas fotos eu fotografei na Casa Azul, agora um museu aberto à visitação.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJ6UKkauBAzDaUIoKu0fkRqeTvCJoqgCc-MNzJe3oYdXdxClmo6YoL7mbh_tIU94AwcUqXiDGrxNj7zqU2UYBiAhbtJAryL5a2zqOUlE-TmTLpAQnjK45axVLbwzUO33sppHK60a4kxlhAm0rYUL2UPSBJJCSTbxxxrH8zxM-SL8ifbXAKd-9/s3984/20180926_131244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3984" data-original-width="2988" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJ6UKkauBAzDaUIoKu0fkRqeTvCJoqgCc-MNzJe3oYdXdxClmo6YoL7mbh_tIU94AwcUqXiDGrxNj7zqU2UYBiAhbtJAryL5a2zqOUlE-TmTLpAQnjK45axVLbwzUO33sppHK60a4kxlhAm0rYUL2UPSBJJCSTbxxxrH8zxM-SL8ifbXAKd-9/s320/20180926_131244.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-59232609972317344032023-07-03T17:03:00.002-07:002023-07-05T21:18:55.100-07:00A menina que aprendeu a matar centopeias e outros poemas<p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzhntqfBZLlovqSZlUwxJQtPRaA0gnyuj_UowuXMjlOoUKNRYk_CZZoC5bvSp8wd9vAdDybBOI3WA8rP-qrm3nA4Uk-Ut6ZZv5a69rCRRS_KbT0EzvTzBNihKne3QegOGPCzgtLcM5VROmFWPe6MrlSrIF0YF95tCb6oHpOkC5DyJnA8-m4R3/s453/virginia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="453" data-original-width="448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzhntqfBZLlovqSZlUwxJQtPRaA0gnyuj_UowuXMjlOoUKNRYk_CZZoC5bvSp8wd9vAdDybBOI3WA8rP-qrm3nA4Uk-Ut6ZZv5a69rCRRS_KbT0EzvTzBNihKne3QegOGPCzgtLcM5VROmFWPe6MrlSrIF0YF95tCb6oHpOkC5DyJnA8-m4R3/s320/virginia.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Leiam</span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span><a href="https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/07/a-menina-que-aceitou-chuva-solange.html" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">nesse link</a><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">, em Amaité Poesia, a leitura que fiz de alguns poemas do livro "A menina que aprendeu a matar centopeias e outros poemas", da poeta portuguesa Virgínia do Carmo.</span><p></p>O link para o site: <a href="https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/07/a-menina-que-aceitou-chuva-solange.html">https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/07/a-menina-que-aceitou-chuva-solange.html</a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">A menina que aprendeu a matar centopeias<br /> <br />Não preciso que todos os dias sejam<br />mansos. O meu corpo não é de seda.<br />Acordo muitas vezes com pele de árvore<br />e já provei o sangue das tempestades.<br />Quase nunca sou brisa. Mais vezes sou<br />vento nascido dos trovões. Caminho descalça<br />na lama. Tenho braços de furacão. Não sou<br />frágil. Não sou do meu tamanho.<br />Eu sou a menina que cresceu. Que decorou<br />gritos de guerra. Que salta muros e cercas.<br />A menina que aprendeu e agora sabe<br />matar dragões e centopeias.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Virgínia do Carmo, Poética Edições, 2023.</span></span>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-37544094931404143652023-06-21T06:58:00.001-07:002023-06-21T06:58:33.011-07:00Inverno<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpslMvUyKkdQmW5z9haBVsskuQO-xu4zZg4Ovu4KHDn5l_NIwYFkWsXPAS2sPR9ZghFSV-8u6Bs6WYXE5CLxTvTjrjhh5mhf99gSXITBUxjezOJ9cxygHnvR7c6g3lBC18NFBRtaBve_zybfLIAridhT-Kzq8myj4i_4FuoFDBWcWS8SaTyz6/s4032/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpslMvUyKkdQmW5z9haBVsskuQO-xu4zZg4Ovu4KHDn5l_NIwYFkWsXPAS2sPR9ZghFSV-8u6Bs6WYXE5CLxTvTjrjhh5mhf99gSXITBUxjezOJ9cxygHnvR7c6g3lBC18NFBRtaBve_zybfLIAridhT-Kzq8myj4i_4FuoFDBWcWS8SaTyz6/s320/2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pela observação das mudanças na natureza e do passar do tempo, os antigos sempre celebraram os ciclos das estações. Um dos mitos gregos que explica a alternância das estações do ano é o de Perséfone. A jovem colhia flores quando foi raptada pelo deus do reino inferior, Hades. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Deméter, a deusa das colheitas, não se conformou com a perda da filha. Sua tristeza murchou as flores e secou os frutos. Zeus, o pai dos deuses, pediu a Hermes que fosse resolver a situação. Mas Perséfone já estava casada com Hades, pois comeu romã, a fruta que prendia a pessoa que a comia ao reino infernal.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hermes convenceu Hades a deixar que Perséfone ficasse uns meses com a mãe e outros meses com o marido. Assim surgiram as estações do ano.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUc_ikzz3zXUyrcr0SwHubPLB0H2ANel0zPFX47Q_lenstDZlMrhgUYQwmGVeBpe12H6eQ_bhLKuPT4kyH2ITKDa1ThbubbyOplS4LriFj6FkZMuQbndC-9fpWnLZ7BfurANrUwNSp5QdRwdvtPeHxsqEIFxfeTuuEAct_0qMVe2HJHLD0nZa/s4032/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUc_ikzz3zXUyrcr0SwHubPLB0H2ANel0zPFX47Q_lenstDZlMrhgUYQwmGVeBpe12H6eQ_bhLKuPT4kyH2ITKDa1ThbubbyOplS4LriFj6FkZMuQbndC-9fpWnLZ7BfurANrUwNSp5QdRwdvtPeHxsqEIFxfeTuuEAct_0qMVe2HJHLD0nZa/s320/1.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />A terra era fértil na primavera e no verão, quando Deméter estava com a filha. Quando Perséfone voltava para o marido, era tempo do inverno e do outono. </span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Na Primavera e no verão acontecem as colheitas. No outono e no inverno, pouco se colhe, a terra é preparada para as próximas estações.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Esse equilíbrio traz a certeza de que a primavera voltará. Fica mais fácil suportar o inverno com a esperança da primavera.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Solange Firmino - Adaptação do prefácio que escrevi para meu livro “Das estações”.</span></p><p><br /></p><p> * Fotos tiradas por mim no meu jardim.</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><i></i></b></span></p><blockquote><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">* O inverno começa hoje, 21 de junho, às 11h58 - e acaba no dia 23 de setembro, quando começa a primavera.</span></i></b></blockquote><p><br /></p><p> </p><p></p>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-19943723170269730882023-06-16T15:59:00.000-07:002023-06-16T15:59:39.268-07:00A beleza efêmera da existência<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNor6e8NNeniqifU0xjMX94zKgMWxNddD-6dUBp2HvglAPBFzL2hp-h79eFatCjSZaNIjiC1-aFocICIsdiwqMe8SDFouJUdDDeonnL0GqX4BY_elyJ9DSJ3pEsyu2d7gbkcJw1cQzt5WTSYSenClc-o1cVbru0a1DUnpkgKyfblkd2NqLpg/s400/capagra%C3%A7a.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="218" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNor6e8NNeniqifU0xjMX94zKgMWxNddD-6dUBp2HvglAPBFzL2hp-h79eFatCjSZaNIjiC1-aFocICIsdiwqMe8SDFouJUdDDeonnL0GqX4BY_elyJ9DSJ3pEsyu2d7gbkcJw1cQzt5WTSYSenClc-o1cVbru0a1DUnpkgKyfblkd2NqLpg/w217-h400/capagra%C3%A7a.png" width="217" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Leiam <a href="https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/06/a-beleza-efemera-da-existencia-solange_15.html">nesse link</a>, em Amaité Poesia, a leitura que fiz de alguns poemas do livro "O improviso de viver", da poeta portuguesa e minha amiga, <a href="https://ortografiadoolhar.blogspot.com/">Graça Pires</a>, editado pela <a href="https://poeticalivros.com/">Poética Grupo Editorial</a>.</span></span></p>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-78357668625979851042023-06-11T21:39:00.004-07:002023-06-11T21:39:35.713-07:00Ego<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9QttANu-8nXiK1PQ3T7gGYoKndTU6k-XPNCEIcu13WGvwvo2tC-QyMzY9QngzoqwPy965ZZpWwluCBsyAo2YzMQt4GimwvpZ75O4U-8j2Hsk7wIxK39ts3LE1mMrdYK9CHHsgA2OcKFq6cfkq0NW39Y1VNbqo3YJYE_VTwhrojdydHMMDvQ/s4032/20230512_102352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9QttANu-8nXiK1PQ3T7gGYoKndTU6k-XPNCEIcu13WGvwvo2tC-QyMzY9QngzoqwPy965ZZpWwluCBsyAo2YzMQt4GimwvpZ75O4U-8j2Hsk7wIxK39ts3LE1mMrdYK9CHHsgA2OcKFq6cfkq0NW39Y1VNbqo3YJYE_VTwhrojdydHMMDvQ/w150-h200/20230512_102352.jpg" width="150" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tudo é metamorfose</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mudança ou metáfora</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de alguma coisa</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEf3t0zDSr1XRahQFeTPjdOu2H5cXG_4czqXQ2VhmqirKekfOkvk-0awb_sZ5knHjLiPZbpbQUHHT6y_FgW_yZuaHGX0KtmaEikTFYsdBVh8WN2yAlKs1a0LSsjnm-ky5h5xeqa_doi13H80dZHicHWXj7Jzoa0pePC6cnvUd6hEgMvU6ovw/s619/20230120_150045-cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="465" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEf3t0zDSr1XRahQFeTPjdOu2H5cXG_4czqXQ2VhmqirKekfOkvk-0awb_sZ5knHjLiPZbpbQUHHT6y_FgW_yZuaHGX0KtmaEikTFYsdBVh8WN2yAlKs1a0LSsjnm-ky5h5xeqa_doi13H80dZHicHWXj7Jzoa0pePC6cnvUd6hEgMvU6ovw/w150-h200/20230120_150045-cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" width="150" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">o que está acima</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">vestígios de poeira cósmica</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">o que está no fundo</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">cacos de naufrágios</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_yH8xhjtzgO8PvJ8cDS0qBD41NIbp98S85-6OMgkLt4qf7uCAN63u-7rUdYFS1NALKzNyzsvzmL0e1-ns7XWES3riPjcCEP26E1HM_PbABIBWSyXZA_iMjN43jxlLQFEIRviOSmZimFemuRl5X4DeOZimxJYhYxYqWzYd1IwkoZ8tLkW12w/s4032/20230604_214044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_yH8xhjtzgO8PvJ8cDS0qBD41NIbp98S85-6OMgkLt4qf7uCAN63u-7rUdYFS1NALKzNyzsvzmL0e1-ns7XWES3riPjcCEP26E1HM_PbABIBWSyXZA_iMjN43jxlLQFEIRviOSmZimFemuRl5X4DeOZimxJYhYxYqWzYd1IwkoZ8tLkW12w/w150-h200/20230604_214044.jpg" width="150" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e na superfície o amor</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">que nos deixa</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">na corda bamba</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Solange Firmino</span></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Imagens: Corações incidentais fotografados por mim durante o ano.</span></b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-4974203661720561242023-06-03T19:26:00.001-07:002023-06-03T19:26:59.856-07:00 Espelho<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj405Gd2Snx60cTRGo9gaABsb1ZYCGmPB3FDpEzhlQSIprT0xryS5gEGQwhfEvz2crDCdOL5ZrXJwexjJJPwXiFtzkL1DpdXawHkBklRsjMZdLQUdHHtrgZkjYzhM2mDsbQiWSNOBsdOeW4nmGDk5dmWnkjVbhSR1PWSolXtikmdtCVAy_OPg/s4032/20230603_172447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj405Gd2Snx60cTRGo9gaABsb1ZYCGmPB3FDpEzhlQSIprT0xryS5gEGQwhfEvz2crDCdOL5ZrXJwexjJJPwXiFtzkL1DpdXawHkBklRsjMZdLQUdHHtrgZkjYzhM2mDsbQiWSNOBsdOeW4nmGDk5dmWnkjVbhSR1PWSolXtikmdtCVAy_OPg/s320/20230603_172447.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">No firmamento,</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">o mar toca o céu,</span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">a lua sobe ao mar:</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">mar é.</div></span></span><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Solange Firmino</span></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Foto por mim hoje, 03/06/2023, no Aterro do Flamengo - Rio de Janeiro.</span></div><br />solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-64567884460287342522023-05-18T16:54:00.001-07:002023-05-18T17:48:22.863-07:00Carlos Machado - Cicatrizes<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-wrtjpMnOyf50dBvtVB8LAg3Adfkgo9t6a85p9djhxYfnWBn2Fuidird26qB-d0lt4--VOGX8_SAYyOh84AXjrSINGQoVwBj39wp5cnPx3gjx-tuw3Y0cRRsFx5n_iLLcW-7EVp5AqVIRBMxUXVbbZ3X6Ysz9IHnCnpMaC6mQRMI6SBPZw/s497/carlos.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="333" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-wrtjpMnOyf50dBvtVB8LAg3Adfkgo9t6a85p9djhxYfnWBn2Fuidird26qB-d0lt4--VOGX8_SAYyOh84AXjrSINGQoVwBj39wp5cnPx3gjx-tuw3Y0cRRsFx5n_iLLcW-7EVp5AqVIRBMxUXVbbZ3X6Ysz9IHnCnpMaC6mQRMI6SBPZw/s320/carlos.png" width="214" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Dosis; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Dosis; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cicatrizes - Carlos Machado - São Paulo: Balaio Editorial, 2023.</span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21px; margin: 1em 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="line-height: 32px;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">As cicatrizes da alma<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Nesse volume de poemas dividido em cinco partes - “Vozes”, “Figuras”, “Beco da Esperança”, “Batuque” e “Liberata” -, o autor Carlos Machado apresenta principalmente a temática da negritude na sociedade atual; livre no papel, mas ainda na luta contra o racismo e o preconceito.</span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Vejamos o poema “Vozes”, em que o sujeito escuta os brados não somente da infância, mas os ecos da herança escravista e seus efeitos traumáticos. Ele ouve os gritos remotos dos humanos capturados na África:</div></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 21px; margin: 1em 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 11pt; margin: 1em 0px 0cm; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">VOZES<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 11pt; margin: 1em 0px 0cm; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 11pt; margin: 1em 0px 0cm; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Você me pergunta se escuto vozes.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 11pt; margin: 1em 0px 0cm; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Às vezes, sim.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 11pt; margin: 1em 0px 0cm; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">São cantos de pássaros,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 11pt; margin: 1em 0px 0cm; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">ecos de infância.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 11pt; margin: 1em 0px 0cm; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 11pt; margin: 1em 0px 0cm; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Ou então vozeios mais longínquos.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 11pt; margin: 1em 0px 0cm; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Ruídos, gritos de sequestrados.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 1em 0px 0cm; outline: none; padding: 0px;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 11pt; margin: 1em 0px 0cm; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Vozes d'África.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 21px; margin: 1em 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: justify;" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 21px; margin: 1em 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: justify;">Carlos Machado é jornalista e poeta. Edita na internet o site <a href="http://www.algumapoesia.com.br/" target="_blank">Alguma Poesia</a> (desde 2002) e a página poesia.net no </span><span style="font-family: Lora, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/avepoesia" target="_blank">Facebook</a>. Há poucos meses, está com um perfil no <a href="https://www.instagram.com/cmachado.poesia" target="_blank">Instagram</a>.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 21px; margin: 1em 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Leia mais em:</span></p><p><a href="https://amaitepoesia.blogspot.com/2023/05/as-cicatrizes-da-alma-solange-firmino.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Amaité Poesia & Cia.</span></a></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Onde encontrar o livro "Cicatrizes":</span></p><p><a href="https://www.balaioeditorial.com.br/lan%C3%A7amentos" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Balaio Editorial</span></a></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560502.post-89673753683055678502023-05-16T11:24:00.001-07:002023-05-16T11:24:11.467-07:00Haicai - borboleta<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVR578qfsh-3vqIMH-7NSEN_xa9GMU1_hWBa1TbtjivaTydHaiqrcXQPMbWXd-0qC2ei8H4DHkZiM8nFPdLuPsBp45GrfYlA7EYgn4gDe0b9urdJKt0C0VjCJZ5tXaod2CYW8_IphzecdCpqu74lU6lJ5AnnZJNcS9RdxFjuZUtu6OxTFlA/s884/20230420_115555-lantanas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="884" data-original-width="663" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVR578qfsh-3vqIMH-7NSEN_xa9GMU1_hWBa1TbtjivaTydHaiqrcXQPMbWXd-0qC2ei8H4DHkZiM8nFPdLuPsBp45GrfYlA7EYgn4gDe0b9urdJKt0C0VjCJZ5tXaod2CYW8_IphzecdCpqu74lU6lJ5AnnZJNcS9RdxFjuZUtu6OxTFlA/s320/20230420_115555-lantanas.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">no margaridão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">a borboleta repousa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">pensa ser o sol</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Solange Firmino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* Foto por mim no Jardim do Museu da República - Rio de Janeiro - RJ</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXnbde9NjxXxtO_eSwEZM9OP6_j8cELQtWQBqS8tvz9AxRSf0mo6M37eXWQbCrbn8rox41IPyCHfaGhHdjfrWinEC53Qt1moGIUe2l2mEB_9bK84Uvf3bCbrinRyC0nXKbpPVcid0WM9R98NbZ5a_i-6XLDgEBVDrBbCksjaDt5dUEaIfIiQ/s621/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="621" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXnbde9NjxXxtO_eSwEZM9OP6_j8cELQtWQBqS8tvz9AxRSf0mo6M37eXWQbCrbn8rox41IPyCHfaGhHdjfrWinEC53Qt1moGIUe2l2mEB_9bK84Uvf3bCbrinRyC0nXKbpPVcid0WM9R98NbZ5a_i-6XLDgEBVDrBbCksjaDt5dUEaIfIiQ/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em uma pesquisa, descobri o nome desta borboleta: Protogoniomorpha parhassus, ou Mãe-de-Pérola, uma espécie de Nymphalidae, encontrada em áreas florestadas. O período de voo costuma ser o ano todo, principalmente no verão e no outono.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>solfirminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14406335583059247151noreply@blogger.com0