tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2388593737555147942012-02-16T14:48:17.659-08:00Alen GuimarãesJornalista &amp; Fotógrafo Profissional - Cobertura de eventos institucionais; Seminários; Cerimoniais; Coquetéis, manifestações culturais, sócio-educativas para empresas e Jornais de Brasília e exterior, além de prestar serviço fotográfico em projetos do Governo em parceria com ilustres Revistas e Jornais de repercussão internacional.Poeta dos Ventoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956234133262032800noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238859373755514794.post-8275779941218439712011-02-10T00:58:00.000-08:002011-02-15T06:20:06.102-08:00PIRENÓPOLIS & FRAGMENTOS POÉTICOS...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfPhaXQ0JmI/TVOeCv1WxRI/AAAAAAAABuw/2nGheriw0Cg/s1600/b.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfPhaXQ0JmI/TVOeCv1WxRI/AAAAAAAABuw/2nGheriw0Cg/s1600/b.gif" /></a> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mnt7wQLVMUw/TVOfOrU-46I/AAAAAAAABu0/5Kzi1UmPjhc/s1600/OgAAABJJ4lDO302ydyl99mYubjGSLri94_IaqAwuZTgWlbHUa48qwr5jRu8Ay8T_XUsz4RqrVk5Ls6c-woWiFjw0tkQAm1T1UH20ym3TEmNVc3O-T16ofkI9w6Q_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mnt7wQLVMUw/TVOfOrU-46I/AAAAAAAABu0/5Kzi1UmPjhc/s400/OgAAABJJ4lDO302ydyl99mYubjGSLri94_IaqAwuZTgWlbHUa48qwr5jRu8Ay8T_XUsz4RqrVk5Ls6c-woWiFjw0tkQAm1T1UH20ym3TEmNVc3O-T16ofkI9w6Q_.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Arvírtua</em></strong></div><em></em><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>As árvores se despem</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>de um tempo passado,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>de onde querem</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>um tempo sem atraso.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><em></em><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>O começo arvirtuoso</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>de um dia incomum.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>É que nasce um rosto</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>em tempo algum.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><em></em><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Se os dias são os mesmos,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>tenho que correr.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Não existe contratempo,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>em um certo momento... irei morrer.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><em></em><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Deixarei meu gosto...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Em chuvas e temporais,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>o mundo nos olha!</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Somos todos iguais.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><em></em><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>A vida passa lá fora,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>eu olho pela janela.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Existe talvez, agora,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>uma porta entreaberta.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><em></em><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Passarei por cálidos tempos,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>aprenderei a viver.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Temos sofrimentos...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>para um dia amadurecer...</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em>&nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Autor&nbsp;- Alen Guimarães</em> <br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBrb6e7VERk/TVOg46U-yiI/AAAAAAAABu4/stadQEzV980/s1600/OgAAAM978qWVVbGUKWXlu0qsBSwhwYM7SDeETxlJz-R4M3666hVcGEU83ln9gw9V_uRLQTPycXYD_iRaHI3Atm59fTUAm1T1UAPZCtPEdBVX4lbeG_USgykEfyMA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBrb6e7VERk/TVOg46U-yiI/AAAAAAAABu4/stadQEzV980/s400/OgAAAM978qWVVbGUKWXlu0qsBSwhwYM7SDeETxlJz-R4M3666hVcGEU83ln9gw9V_uRLQTPycXYD_iRaHI3Atm59fTUAm1T1UAPZCtPEdBVX4lbeG_USgykEfyMA.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><strong><em>O Poema</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>O Poema será</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>a única verdade</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>para o silêncio do vazio.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Asas soltas...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Flores em destinos,</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>sabedoria, primavera, tempo...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Para o princípio do hoje!?!</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Festas, festas, festas...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Borboletas, abelhas, esquecimento...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Autor&nbsp;- Alen Guimarães</em><em><br />&nbsp;</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVq5XfQOp30/TVOg6yQIXAI/AAAAAAAABu8/iUf9zKpqAoY/s1600/OgAAABHfBMX4sFiEhv62dQpZ_YkynTFVZQx7fHR5nOwfbDgxGmXy1JIE38B4rFOBvORWN1mDKBt4EE_IodigWLrl_D0Am1T1UCpNpe9hiCAkRfWmyPiG0gVWdf-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVq5XfQOp30/TVOg6yQIXAI/AAAAAAAABu8/iUf9zKpqAoY/s400/OgAAABHfBMX4sFiEhv62dQpZ_YkynTFVZQx7fHR5nOwfbDgxGmXy1JIE38B4rFOBvORWN1mDKBt4EE_IodigWLrl_D0Am1T1UCpNpe9hiCAkRfWmyPiG0gVWdf-3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><strong><em>Lembranças</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Vivo sozinho!</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Estou sempre a lembrar.</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Já se foram!</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Meus amores e amigos.</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Fico a contemplar...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>As fotografias felizes...</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Todas empoeiradas.</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Fico em dúvida...</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Será esta a minha estrada?</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Isto foi um sonho?</em><em></em><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Às vezes, sinto-me infeliz,</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>quebram-se os encantos...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Quero ouvir as vozes...</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>A casa em festa,</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>não parávamos de dançar.</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>No lugar da tristeza, havia vida!</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Para nuances do amar.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Hoje, o que vejo</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>são portas que rangem...</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>presas ao momentâneo tempo...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Vejo um hoje,</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>com flores de um ontem,</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>com perfumes de um amanhã...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Mas o que tenho...</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>são folhas secas,</em><em><br /></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>que o outono trouxe...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Alen Guimarães - Jornalista &amp; Fotógrafo Profissional </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Poemas&nbsp;do Livro - Mosaico de Sonhos (Livro esgotado)</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>A vida é uma chegada... uma espera... e sempre uma partida...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Renove seu dia!!! Renove seus sonhos...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Dance na chuva!!!</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Seja Feliz!</em><br /><br /><em><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Programa de Rádio em Lisboa sobre o meu livro -&nbsp;Mosaico de Sonhos.</span></em><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: blue;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.estudioraposa.com/index.php/14/02/2008/lugar-083-alen-guimaraes/"><span style="background-color: black; color: blue;">http://www.estudioraposa.com/index.php/14/02/2008/lugar-083-alen-guimaraes/</span></a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238859373755514794-827577994121843971?l=poetadosventos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poeta dos Ventoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956234133262032800noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238859373755514794.post-12580548896716166632011-01-23T10:19:00.000-08:002011-01-23T10:28:17.970-08:00VIII ENCONTRO DOS POVOS DO GRANDE SERTÃO VEREDAS - MINAS GERAIS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKAlLfp5I/AAAAAAAABo4/_LjDvu0qd_4/s1600/SERT.+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKAlLfp5I/AAAAAAAABo4/_LjDvu0qd_4/s320/SERT.+01.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Caminho... Caminho...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKEVrvr8I/AAAAAAAABo8/Z1qiJ5b2hU0/s1600/SERTAO+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKEVrvr8I/AAAAAAAABo8/Z1qiJ5b2hU0/s320/SERTAO+02.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Sem palavras... Grande Pessoa... Ilustre Mestre do Pife...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKFU9ADkI/AAAAAAAABpA/zHMsGqN1LIA/s1600/SERTAO+03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKFU9ADkI/AAAAAAAABpA/zHMsGqN1LIA/s320/SERTAO+03.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Reunir&nbsp;sentimentos...&nbsp; </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKHTSVTcI/AAAAAAAABpE/dZlMV0LYpCw/s1600/SERTAO+04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKHTSVTcI/AAAAAAAABpE/dZlMV0LYpCw/s320/SERTAO+04.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span id="caption" name="caption"><strong>Cortejo... Vamos iniciar os trabalhos...</strong></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKJcEShmI/AAAAAAAABpI/uGmtmm30fJ0/s1600/SERTAO+05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKJcEShmI/AAAAAAAABpI/uGmtmm30fJ0/s320/SERTAO+05.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>&nbsp;<span id="caption" name="caption">Tocar uma viola... Um Pife...</span> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKMydm1-I/AAAAAAAABpQ/rqZmsQnSTFE/s1600/SERTAO+07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKMydm1-I/AAAAAAAABpQ/rqZmsQnSTFE/s320/SERTAO+07.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span id="caption" name="caption">A festa&nbsp;vai começar...</span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKOv-0dFI/AAAAAAAABpU/jyupxAJh9ks/s1600/SERTAO+08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKOv-0dFI/AAAAAAAABpU/jyupxAJh9ks/s320/SERTAO+08.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>A cidade ficando animada!!!</strong></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKQS8WopI/AAAAAAAABpY/pscN6KuomRA/s1600/SERTAO+09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKQS8WopI/AAAAAAAABpY/pscN6KuomRA/s320/SERTAO+09.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>&nbsp;<span id="caption" name="caption">Acordar o povo... Reunir pensamentos... Dar boas risadas...</span> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKRn68tCI/AAAAAAAABpc/I6TR-1CMzpI/s1600/SERTAO+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKRn68tCI/AAAAAAAABpc/I6TR-1CMzpI/s320/SERTAO+10.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>&nbsp;<span id="caption" name="caption">A força do sorriso e a energia da história... Bote tudo isso!!! Na memória!!!</span></strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKTa7Tr0I/AAAAAAAABpg/7-5YLByKYO8/s1600/SERTAO+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKTa7Tr0I/AAAAAAAABpg/7-5YLByKYO8/s320/SERTAO+11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span id="caption" name="caption">Fluir energia...</span> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKU0c1epI/AAAAAAAABpk/1Vmra1x6vUY/s1600/SERTAO+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKU0c1epI/AAAAAAAABpk/1Vmra1x6vUY/s320/SERTAO+12.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>&nbsp;<span id="caption" name="caption">A brincadeira não pode parar...</span> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKW3k4r9I/AAAAAAAABpo/XKsws-vkGgI/s1600/SERTAO+13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKW3k4r9I/AAAAAAAABpo/XKsws-vkGgI/s320/SERTAO+13.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<strong>A felicidade estava no ar&nbsp;!!!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKY7HLzaI/AAAAAAAABps/gQ1omA5YizI/s1600/SERTAO+14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKY7HLzaI/AAAAAAAABps/gQ1omA5YizI/s320/SERTAO+14.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Cada descoberta!!!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKaRHa_yI/AAAAAAAABpw/l7DexNlDy2o/s1600/SERTAO+15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKaRHa_yI/AAAAAAAABpw/l7DexNlDy2o/s320/SERTAO+15.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Rasgar o sillêncio com o riso!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKjklBZII/AAAAAAAABp0/C5zTiKjwRM0/s1600/SERTAO+16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKjklBZII/AAAAAAAABp0/C5zTiKjwRM0/s320/SERTAO+16.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Grandes artistas de Brasília!!!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />&nbsp;</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKlYljHbI/AAAAAAAABp4/RARIsMFiBxs/s1600/SERTAO+17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKlYljHbI/AAAAAAAABp4/RARIsMFiBxs/s320/SERTAO+17.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>A tarde ficando poética!!!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKnOyJ1HI/AAAAAAAABp8/_ZqyL1Kgbvc/s1600/SERTAO+18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKnOyJ1HI/AAAAAAAABp8/_ZqyL1Kgbvc/s320/SERTAO+18.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>As crianças felizes!!!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />&nbsp;</strong><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKprK_0XI/AAAAAAAABqA/Uc_oF4HAZpM/s1600/SERTAO+19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKprK_0XI/AAAAAAAABqA/Uc_oF4HAZpM/s320/SERTAO+19.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>E no outro dia... Mais surpresa!!!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />&nbsp;</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKr60qxGI/AAAAAAAABqE/IweNKsdbcJg/s1600/SERTAO+20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKr60qxGI/AAAAAAAABqE/IweNKsdbcJg/s320/SERTAO+20.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>A união faz a força... Reunir pensamentos... Divulgar o que acreditamos!!!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKuWPxLiI/AAAAAAAABqI/6OTd0J-h3Yw/s1600/SERTAO+21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKuWPxLiI/AAAAAAAABqI/6OTd0J-h3Yw/s320/SERTAO+21.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span id="caption" name="caption">Antes das apresentações... </span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKxTZzjZI/AAAAAAAABqM/pZheCgAzaF4/s1600/SERTAO+22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="269" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKxTZzjZI/AAAAAAAABqM/pZheCgAzaF4/s320/SERTAO+22.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span name="caption">Ternura...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKzRn5djI/AAAAAAAABqQ/UBp9vTdmgAc/s1600/SERTAO+23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxKzRn5djI/AAAAAAAABqQ/UBp9vTdmgAc/s320/SERTAO+23.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span id="caption" name="caption">Lendas... Confins... Amo tudo isso...</span> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxK1ZblRXI/AAAAAAAABqU/tBvsYbVL6vQ/s1600/SERTAO+24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxK1ZblRXI/AAAAAAAABqU/tBvsYbVL6vQ/s320/SERTAO+24.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span id="caption" name="caption">Uma flor para o cabelo Juvelina vai cantando... Segredo em harpa de corda e violino... Portas e &nbsp;janelas abertas... Destinos... Preparativos...</span> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxK3cSPnkI/AAAAAAAABqY/scTyLBct89E/s1600/SERTAO+25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="194" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxK3cSPnkI/AAAAAAAABqY/scTyLBct89E/s320/SERTAO+25.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="caption" name="caption"><strong>Apresentação do Quarteto Capivara ... as Juvelinas... Alen Guimarães... A junção da galera... Fez a energia fluir...</strong></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxK5CjH2NI/AAAAAAAABqc/DNCkoiIBMnA/s1600/SERTAO+26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="190" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxK5CjH2NI/AAAAAAAABqc/DNCkoiIBMnA/s320/SERTAO+26.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="caption" name="caption"><strong>Nos batuques de minha terra!!!&nbsp;Levanto poeira de idéias...</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxK7R4emYI/AAAAAAAABqg/q0pfkyR_qrM/s1600/SERTAO+27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxK7R4emYI/AAAAAAAABqg/q0pfkyR_qrM/s320/SERTAO+27.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span name="caption"><strong>Rafa mandando ver na gayta!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxK9g1L-cI/AAAAAAAABqk/7Jkk-9ELes4/s1600/SERTAO+28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxK9g1L-cI/AAAAAAAABqk/7Jkk-9ELes4/s320/SERTAO+28.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span id="caption" name="caption">Viver é ser vento que arrasta folhas e pensamentos... Poetar é ser movimento na junção das virtudes do coletivo em um singular plural... Brincadeiras de roda... Cantigas... Sonhos...&nbsp;Tanta coisa... rsrsrsrs</span>&nbsp;</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxK_ncCpNI/AAAAAAAABqo/miIPIpcXZMg/s1600/SERTAO+30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxK_ncCpNI/AAAAAAAABqo/miIPIpcXZMg/s320/SERTAO+30.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Juvelinas &amp; Mestre Zé&nbsp;!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxLmZhEufI/AAAAAAAABqs/m3__iSOBdWQ/s1600/SERTAO+29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxLmZhEufI/AAAAAAAABqs/m3__iSOBdWQ/s320/SERTAO+29.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Cada artista em seu sonho e cada sonho em um mesmo céu!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxLyjEn8VI/AAAAAAAABq0/OneevluXnl0/s1600/SERTAO+32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="190" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxLyjEn8VI/AAAAAAAABq0/OneevluXnl0/s320/SERTAO+32.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Tanta coisa boa!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxL0nGhFGI/AAAAAAAABq4/cG55trIbz9w/s1600/SERTAO+33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxL0nGhFGI/AAAAAAAABq4/cG55trIbz9w/s320/SERTAO+33.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Tanta felicidade!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxL4sUnQwI/AAAAAAAABq8/4RoZsq-Jrqk/s1600/SERTAO+34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxL4sUnQwI/AAAAAAAABq8/4RoZsq-Jrqk/s320/SERTAO+34.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>E o som fluindo!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxL61NBd5I/AAAAAAAABrA/b8zaRT9S150/s1600/SERTAO+35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxL61NBd5I/AAAAAAAABrA/b8zaRT9S150/s320/SERTAO+35.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>O meu respeito!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxL_fmhBcI/AAAAAAAABrE/G9UaJC5NLXo/s1600/SERTAO+36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="190" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxL_fmhBcI/AAAAAAAABrE/G9UaJC5NLXo/s320/SERTAO+36.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>A dança...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMByvZ4ZI/AAAAAAAABrI/zlLsLHkX02I/s1600/SERTAO+37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMByvZ4ZI/AAAAAAAABrI/zlLsLHkX02I/s320/SERTAO+37.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>O fluir de pensamento...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMIyiofEI/AAAAAAAABrM/cFAsRV3Gca8/s1600/SERTAO+38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMIyiofEI/AAAAAAAABrM/cFAsRV3Gca8/s320/SERTAO+38.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Cantos e encantos!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMbj0MzjI/AAAAAAAABrQ/8ZW3KO4Ckqs/s1600/SERTAO+39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMbj0MzjI/AAAAAAAABrQ/8ZW3KO4Ckqs/s320/SERTAO+39.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Tocando almas...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMdwkqWyI/AAAAAAAABrU/4QROVZ6xzM8/s1600/SERTAO+40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMdwkqWyI/AAAAAAAABrU/4QROVZ6xzM8/s320/SERTAO+40.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>A dança continua...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMgccuqxI/AAAAAAAABrY/arRQT10mm8g/s1600/SERTAO+41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMgccuqxI/AAAAAAAABrY/arRQT10mm8g/s320/SERTAO+41.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Tambores...</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMiHres3I/AAAAAAAABrc/HBMjvUAGZuk/s1600/SERTAO+42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMiHres3I/AAAAAAAABrc/HBMjvUAGZuk/s320/SERTAO+42.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Violinos...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMkOzjFEI/AAAAAAAABrg/apX_eEm72Bg/s1600/SERTAO+43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMkOzjFEI/AAAAAAAABrg/apX_eEm72Bg/s320/SERTAO+43.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Afinidades...</strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMm0pzDrI/AAAAAAAABrk/K5_v4lQIVzU/s1600/SERTAO+44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMm0pzDrI/AAAAAAAABrk/K5_v4lQIVzU/s320/SERTAO+44.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Pensamentos!</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMpt5i_7I/AAAAAAAABro/pzCZ5xViKLo/s1600/SERTAO+45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMpt5i_7I/AAAAAAAABro/pzCZ5xViKLo/s320/SERTAO+45.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Mestre Zé!</strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMr0aXEoI/AAAAAAAABrs/hZbWCRhLhkM/s1600/SERTAO+46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMr0aXEoI/AAAAAAAABrs/hZbWCRhLhkM/s320/SERTAO+46.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Juvelinas...</strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMxJ5BWHI/AAAAAAAABr0/W40qNBKSXAg/s1600/SERTAO+48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMxJ5BWHI/AAAAAAAABr0/W40qNBKSXAg/s320/SERTAO+48.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Público em festa!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMz5oJYeI/AAAAAAAABr4/NqQC_5Oj9RM/s1600/SERTAO+49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxMz5oJYeI/AAAAAAAABr4/NqQC_5Oj9RM/s320/SERTAO+49.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Tanta gente de se perder vista...</strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxM2jAHL5I/AAAAAAAABr8/5iqSYzJ2sPA/s1600/SERTAO+50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxM2jAHL5I/AAAAAAAABr8/5iqSYzJ2sPA/s320/SERTAO+50.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Uma canção...</strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxM4rf92MI/AAAAAAAABsA/RLbabeFnsvI/s1600/SERTAO+51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxM4rf92MI/AAAAAAAABsA/RLbabeFnsvI/s320/SERTAO+51.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Movimento dos sonhadores em canção...</strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxM7oG6AQI/AAAAAAAABsE/6D6Kl39GrGk/s1600/SERTAO+52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxM7oG6AQI/AAAAAAAABsE/6D6Kl39GrGk/s320/SERTAO+52.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>O olhar é inesquecível... Vivemos eternidades em instantes que se vão... E ficam na lembrança... </strong></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxM_CnftII/AAAAAAAABsI/Iv7ljVk0G3k/s1600/SERTAO+53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxM_CnftII/AAAAAAAABsI/Iv7ljVk0G3k/s320/SERTAO+53.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Ciranda!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNBaR6geI/AAAAAAAABsM/Vcfqagvr6F0/s1600/SERTAO+54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNBaR6geI/AAAAAAAABsM/Vcfqagvr6F0/s320/SERTAO+54.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span id="caption" name="caption">Larear larará... Mestre Zé vai tocar...&nbsp;E com as Juvelinas encantar...</span> </strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNDqXtV_I/AAAAAAAABsQ/MxXz2RiR-04/s1600/SERTAO+55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNDqXtV_I/AAAAAAAABsQ/MxXz2RiR-04/s320/SERTAO+55.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Momentos...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />&nbsp;</strong><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNG4j2MFI/AAAAAAAABsU/N4_nMoMEsDk/s1600/SERTAO+56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNG4j2MFI/AAAAAAAABsU/N4_nMoMEsDk/s320/SERTAO+56.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Mestre Zé do Pife... Dona Pretinha da Sanfona... Dalva.</strong></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNJPc_b7I/AAAAAAAABsY/xS6dglvbTb4/s1600/SERTAO+57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNJPc_b7I/AAAAAAAABsY/xS6dglvbTb4/s320/SERTAO+57.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>E toca...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNQ_zx0HI/AAAAAAAABsc/nwYwtXQ4_cc/s1600/SERTAO+58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNQ_zx0HI/AAAAAAAABsc/nwYwtXQ4_cc/s320/SERTAO+58.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Poética Musical...</strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNT0vZkoI/AAAAAAAABsg/z--t56v_KeI/s1600/SERTAO+59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNT0vZkoI/AAAAAAAABsg/z--t56v_KeI/s320/SERTAO+59.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Energia... Alegria... Sonhos... Concretização...</strong></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNXn_4KvI/AAAAAAAABsk/teMgqv-uZj4/s1600/SERTAO+60.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNXn_4KvI/AAAAAAAABsk/teMgqv-uZj4/s320/SERTAO+60.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Fluir&nbsp;um som e tocar um tom nas almas...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNtZzHd2I/AAAAAAAABss/ru6H-CXaIaA/s1600/SERTAO+62.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNtZzHd2I/AAAAAAAABss/ru6H-CXaIaA/s320/SERTAO+62.jpg" width="311" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>O estalar do som...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNwJZb1RI/AAAAAAAABsw/EzOBchoVqlM/s1600/SERTAO+63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNwJZb1RI/AAAAAAAABsw/EzOBchoVqlM/s320/SERTAO+63.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><strong>Os cantos!!!</strong><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNzMWRIcI/AAAAAAAABs0/SYkCu1cBhvs/s1600/SERTAO+64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxNzMWRIcI/AAAAAAAABs0/SYkCu1cBhvs/s320/SERTAO+64.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>O colorido dos sonhos e dos panos que enfeitam o tempo...</strong></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxN1-rStdI/AAAAAAAABs4/IdMzv-peo6I/s1600/SERTAO+65.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxN1-rStdI/AAAAAAAABs4/IdMzv-peo6I/s320/SERTAO+65.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Hora de ir embora!!!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxN4BiABKI/AAAAAAAABs8/G0fkdGWybWI/s1600/SERTAO+66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxN4BiABKI/AAAAAAAABs8/G0fkdGWybWI/s320/SERTAO+66.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Querendo pegar o sol!!!</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxN7mTIFII/AAAAAAAABtA/HaQ5n_mfwQQ/s1600/SERTAO+67.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxN7mTIFII/AAAAAAAABtA/HaQ5n_mfwQQ/s320/SERTAO+67.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Em uma cidade no Grande Sertão Veredas... Rimas e cantorias</strong>...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxN9vI7GCI/AAAAAAAABtE/ok07F8cHXJ4/s1600/SERTAO+68.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxN9vI7GCI/AAAAAAAABtE/ok07F8cHXJ4/s320/SERTAO+68.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Animar quem espera...</strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxOFaxAtAI/AAAAAAAABtI/ouXTzMxDRis/s1600/SERTAO+69.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTxOFaxAtAI/AAAAAAAABtI/ouXTzMxDRis/s320/SERTAO+69.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Chegada em Brasília!!! Todo mundo feliz!!!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>&nbsp;Recordar é viver duas vezes... Rsrsrsrsrs</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Alen Guimarães - Jornalista &amp; Fotógrafo Profissional</strong>&nbsp; </div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /><br /><br />Juvelinas e Mestre Zé do Pife</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/zedopifeejuvelinas">http://www.myspace.com/zedopifeejuvelinas</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238859373755514794-1258054889671616663?l=poetadosventos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poeta dos Ventoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956234133262032800noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238859373755514794.post-57158654329586246282011-01-22T21:55:00.000-08:002011-01-22T23:40:23.205-08:00FESTIVAL INTERNACIONAL DE VERÃO - ESCOLA DE MÚSICA DE BRASÍLIA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTu_4jv5DpI/AAAAAAAABn0/-FWiOmYPAjU/s1600/musica+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTu_4jv5DpI/AAAAAAAABn0/-FWiOmYPAjU/s320/musica+01.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>A imagem transforma o espaço e a música eleva almas!!!</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvAAl-RZxI/AAAAAAAABn4/1dqkyieqUaE/s1600/musica+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvAAl-RZxI/AAAAAAAABn4/1dqkyieqUaE/s320/musica+02.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Feliz é o "SER" que acredita na força da arte...</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvAHxiMJSI/AAAAAAAABn8/SRdBHFxkQXY/s1600/musica+03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvAHxiMJSI/AAAAAAAABn8/SRdBHFxkQXY/s320/musica+03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>A criação é o fruto da dedicação plena!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvAJZjI82I/AAAAAAAABoA/HQSqvu3EOd8/s1600/musica+05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvAJZjI82I/AAAAAAAABoA/HQSqvu3EOd8/s320/musica+05.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>O movimento das mãos e&nbsp;o estalar de sentimentos!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvAevBu4lI/AAAAAAAABoE/2cXafKTwq4I/s1600/musica+06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvAevBu4lI/AAAAAAAABoE/2cXafKTwq4I/s320/musica+06.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Somos orquestrados pelo sonho singular em plural...</strong><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvAyngOeqI/AAAAAAAABoI/_6_ibLmssGY/s1600/musica+04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvAyngOeqI/AAAAAAAABoI/_6_ibLmssGY/s320/musica+04.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>O&nbsp;conjunto do objeto que objeta!</strong><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvBHAdQsXI/AAAAAAAABoM/7YpZAErhyVY/s1600/musica+06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvBHAdQsXI/AAAAAAAABoM/7YpZAErhyVY/s320/musica+06.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>A emoção fluindo...</strong><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvBKGFRJkI/AAAAAAAABoQ/aQr8kAeHq9A/s1600/musica+08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvBKGFRJkI/AAAAAAAABoQ/aQr8kAeHq9A/s320/musica+08.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Satisfação!</strong><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvBMmMT6sI/AAAAAAAABoU/Z_iYyl76fG0/s1600/musica+09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvBMmMT6sI/AAAAAAAABoU/Z_iYyl76fG0/s320/musica+09.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>O fluir das palavras em notas!</strong><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvBPCsHvbI/AAAAAAAABoY/KdAJxvHrso8/s1600/musica+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvBPCsHvbI/AAAAAAAABoY/KdAJxvHrso8/s320/musica+10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Orquestrando!</strong><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvBR6vtRmI/AAAAAAAABoc/j7n4EMh1N50/s1600/musica+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvBR6vtRmI/AAAAAAAABoc/j7n4EMh1N50/s320/musica+11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>...</strong><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvBU7pQ0AI/AAAAAAAABog/EpC4s1BeCgQ/s1600/musica+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TTvBU7pQ0AI/AAAAAAAABog/EpC4s1BeCgQ/s320/musica+12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>CURSO INTERNACIONAL DE VERÃO - ESCOLA DE MÚSICA DE BRASÍLIA</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Alen Guimarães - Jornalista &amp; Fotógrafo Profissional</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45146469@N07/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/45146469@N07/</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238859373755514794-5715865432958624628?l=poetadosventos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poeta dos Ventoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956234133262032800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238859373755514794.post-59676512861079566252011-01-12T21:36:00.000-08:002011-01-12T21:46:38.589-08:00FESTIVAL BRASÍLIA DE CULTURA POPULAR - 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7sfMFtNDI/AAAAAAAABak/QRfCZXFGZvY/s1600/28.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525613813395436594" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7sfMFtNDI/AAAAAAAABak/QRfCZXFGZvY/s400/28.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7f67R2E-I/AAAAAAAABaU/utqo3ZTcEss/s1600/30.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525599996268123106" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7f67R2E-I/AAAAAAAABaU/utqo3ZTcEss/s400/30.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7fNEnHxJI/AAAAAAAABaM/FRWDyOha1e8/s1600/31.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525599208499299474" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7fNEnHxJI/AAAAAAAABaM/FRWDyOha1e8/s400/31.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7eXcDCWMI/AAAAAAAABaE/P2JVZ01v1nI/s1600/32.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525598287077464258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7eXcDCWMI/AAAAAAAABaE/P2JVZ01v1nI/s400/32.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7Wy3goT9I/AAAAAAAABZ8/4dMZyzBw9mQ/s1600/33.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525589962212790226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7Wy3goT9I/AAAAAAAABZ8/4dMZyzBw9mQ/s400/33.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7Vb8nr1rI/AAAAAAAABZ0/rN0QknuUZ0Y/s1600/34.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525588468935939762" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7Vb8nr1rI/AAAAAAAABZ0/rN0QknuUZ0Y/s400/34.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 288px;" /></a> </div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7VEPiFQ2I/AAAAAAAABZs/eLgBON5rNz8/s1600/35.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525588061695853410" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7VEPiFQ2I/AAAAAAAABZs/eLgBON5rNz8/s400/35.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><div align="center">Evento realizado na FUNARTE.</div><div align="center">Alen Guimarães - Jornalista &amp; Fotógrafo Profissional</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238859373755514794-6708848399887402831?l=poetadosventos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poeta dos Ventoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956234133262032800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238859373755514794.post-10242547681835160002010-10-07T16:26:00.000-07:002010-10-09T13:47:53.087-07:00FESTIVAL BRASÍLIA DE CULTURA POPULAR - 2010<div align="center">PÉ DE CERRADO</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/pedecerrado">http://www.myspace.com/pedecerrado</a></div><div align="center"></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7SbVwJi6I/AAAAAAAABZk/ip3REDHdYyw/s1600/39.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525585159967574946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7SbVwJi6I/AAAAAAAABZk/ip3REDHdYyw/s400/39.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7O_Ohwy4I/AAAAAAAABZc/kuqfnkcihDc/s1600/38.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525581378456963970" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7O_Ohwy4I/AAAAAAAABZc/kuqfnkcihDc/s400/38.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7OlMMhEkI/AAAAAAAABZU/JwfOUd8B_Xk/s1600/40.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525580931154383426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7OlMMhEkI/AAAAAAAABZU/JwfOUd8B_Xk/s400/40.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7OTaSRePI/AAAAAAAABZM/Qq4hbHHsO-k/s1600/41.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525580625698978034" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7OTaSRePI/AAAAAAAABZM/Qq4hbHHsO-k/s400/41.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7OBThXVTI/AAAAAAAABZE/ivoCP1UJgqw/s1600/42.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525580314645583154" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7OBThXVTI/AAAAAAAABZE/ivoCP1UJgqw/s400/42.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7NuoFmbnI/AAAAAAAABY8/GpJXqb_KBXk/s1600/44.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525579993748762226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7NuoFmbnI/AAAAAAAABY8/GpJXqb_KBXk/s400/44.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7Neg7LWyI/AAAAAAAABY0/cf3LjHo_ITc/s1600/45.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525579716948089634" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK7Neg7LWyI/AAAAAAAABY0/cf3LjHo_ITc/s400/45.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK5Zg6f-DyI/AAAAAAAABYs/McEmTaR79fY/s1600/46.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525452214824210210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK5Zg6f-DyI/AAAAAAAABYs/McEmTaR79fY/s400/46.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK5Xmj51JKI/AAAAAAAABYk/T0-KZVS9TS8/s1600/47.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525450112814621858" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK5Xmj51JKI/AAAAAAAABYk/T0-KZVS9TS8/s400/47.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK5XWAkW5sI/AAAAAAAABYc/ig_Eqjr2J_I/s1600/48.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525449828451411650" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/TK5XWAkW5sI/AAAAAAAABYc/ig_Eqjr2J_I/s400/48.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: #eeeeee; line-height: normal; margin: 1.5pt 0cm 0pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid #EEEEEE .75pt; mso-element: para-border-div; mso-outline-level: 6; mso-padding-alt: 2.0pt 0cm 0cm 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>Os shows sempre levam os brasilienses ao delírio, coco, ciranda, maracatu e apresentação de palhaços, som ligeiramente regional e transcendental.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: #eeeeee; line-height: normal; margin: 1.5pt 0cm 0pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid #EEEEEE .75pt; mso-element: para-border-div; mso-outline-level: 6; mso-padding-alt: 2.0pt 0cm 0cm 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>Este foi o lançamento do novo álbum - Pé de Cerrado Cultura Candanga.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: #eeeeee; line-height: normal; margin: 1.5pt 0cm 0pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid #EEEEEE .75pt; mso-element: para-border-div; mso-outline-level: 6; mso-padding-alt: 2.0pt 0cm 0cm 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>Evento realizado na FUNARTE.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: #eeeeee; line-height: normal; margin: 1.5pt 0cm 0pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid #EEEEEE .75pt; mso-element: para-border-div; mso-outline-level: 6; mso-padding-alt: 2.0pt 0cm 0cm 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: #eeeeee; line-height: normal; margin: 1.5pt 0cm 0pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid #EEEEEE .75pt; mso-element: para-border-div; mso-outline-level: 6; mso-padding-alt: 2.0pt 0cm 0cm 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>Alen Guimarães - Jornalista &amp; Fotógrafo Profissional</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238859373755514794-1024254768183516000?l=poetadosventos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poeta dos Ventoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956234133262032800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238859373755514794.post-50467529403350715102010-02-04T20:52:00.000-08:002010-10-10T02:35:34.925-07:00São Luís - Ilha dos Poetas... Registro das férias...<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2uoRCOwxwI/AAAAAAAABLo/TFzThmOpYgk/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434622385962665730" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2uoRCOwxwI/AAAAAAAABLo/TFzThmOpYgk/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /></a><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"> A ordem de nossas palavras no silenciar do tempo... </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;">Memórias??? Encantamento???</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;">Visão alheia!!!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;">Do ouro prata... Em forma de sucata...</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2un1HSr0LI/AAAAAAAABLg/s-DBoyvehMU/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434621906284957874" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2un1HSr0LI/AAAAAAAABLg/s-DBoyvehMU/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em> O olhar...</em></strong></span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2untgGXVyI/AAAAAAAABLY/j1ZQojJtS04/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434621775505217314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2untgGXVyI/AAAAAAAABLY/j1ZQojJtS04/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>A falta de respeito em relação a nossa história!!!</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>É a falta de respeito perante a nossa raiz!!!!</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>Onde foi parar o dinheiro da restauração??? </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>Será que existe???</em></strong></span><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;">Nesta caminhada descubro minha história...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;">Vejo que ainda tem muita vida para correr...</span></em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2umUWcJPNI/AAAAAAAABK4/7lrbfhP8ksk/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434620243903855826" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2umUWcJPNI/AAAAAAAABK4/7lrbfhP8ksk/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /></a><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"> A vida é passagem!!! Nem tão cedo quero comprar meu bilhete!!! Rsrsrsrsrs</span></em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2umGmCmhuI/AAAAAAAABKw/fCNaMIdd20k/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434620007573522146" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2umGmCmhuI/AAAAAAAABKw/fCNaMIdd20k/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> <span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #660000;"><em><strong>Lados em luz!!! Alados em formas... O silêncio reina em sua história...</strong></em></span></span><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ul_gGbhZI/AAAAAAAABKo/EyQrtceGI0E/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434619885719881106" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ul_gGbhZI/AAAAAAAABKo/EyQrtceGI0E/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong> Venha descobrir o melhor do Brasil!!!</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>São Luís!!!</strong></em></span></div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ul5-P8vaI/AAAAAAAABKg/LEqUSONv8SI/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434619790733655458" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ul5-P8vaI/AAAAAAAABKg/LEqUSONv8SI/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>É logo alí depois de algum lugar!!! </strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Você para e pensa... E continua andando...</strong></em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ulz2i2gdI/AAAAAAAABKY/kASfcU2bcVk/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434619685586239954" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ulz2i2gdI/AAAAAAAABKY/kASfcU2bcVk/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>De cima tudo é perfeito... Mas eu prefiro estar com os pés no chão...</strong></em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ulsqPrVFI/AAAAAAAABKQ/Jmv821uxP2k/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434619562025505874" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ulsqPrVFI/AAAAAAAABKQ/Jmv821uxP2k/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Na caminhada das idéias... </strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Encontro elementos positivos que me levam ao céu...</strong></em></span><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ulj-waQfI/AAAAAAAABKI/--M6_0jOvdM/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434619412912685554" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ulj-waQfI/AAAAAAAABKI/--M6_0jOvdM/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>É simples e complexo... A mesma definição...</strong></em></span><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ulaV7cMnI/AAAAAAAABKA/RxIxom1A6vc/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434619247334273650" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ulaV7cMnI/AAAAAAAABKA/RxIxom1A6vc/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>É perfeito contemplar!!!</strong></em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ulP3eh28I/AAAAAAAABJ4/R_jxR1N0o4I/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434619067361254338" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ulP3eh28I/AAAAAAAABJ4/R_jxR1N0o4I/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong> Sinta o vento e a energia!!!</strong></em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ulIhTxXeI/AAAAAAAABJw/BSABEalTfF8/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434618941151469026" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ulIhTxXeI/AAAAAAAABJw/BSABEalTfF8/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Ponte São Francisco... O olhar em movimento...</strong></em></span><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ulAh9y24I/AAAAAAAABJo/rFrFRGP5jI4/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434618803888774018" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ulAh9y24I/AAAAAAAABJo/rFrFRGP5jI4/s400/aaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #660000;"><em><strong> Ligue a luz de suas idéias!!! Procure ser sempre mais!!!<br />Dê sentido a sua vida!!! Seja coletivo em suas ações!!!</strong></em></span></span><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2uk3eLL5hI/AAAAAAAABJg/T-GqP_cAcUY/s1600-h/aaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434618648252376594" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2uk3eLL5hI/AAAAAAAABJg/T-GqP_cAcUY/s400/aaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Colírio para os olhos!!! Obrigado meu Deus!!!</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Poema retirado de meu livro (Msaico de Sonhos).</strong></em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2uko4ScOrI/AAAAAAAABJY/Mh_7T-C3kGg/s1600-h/aaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434618397564091058" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2uko4ScOrI/AAAAAAAABJY/Mh_7T-C3kGg/s400/aaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong> Sem palavras!!!</strong></em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ukiFmNQQI/AAAAAAAABJQ/4GFt1hlgc7Y/s1600-h/aaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434618280877572354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ukiFmNQQI/AAAAAAAABJQ/4GFt1hlgc7Y/s400/aaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong> Perfeição em alto astral...</strong></em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ukcTaU1uI/AAAAAAAABJI/kCW_cTbLQnc/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434618181506619106" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ukcTaU1uI/AAAAAAAABJI/kCW_cTbLQnc/s400/aaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> <span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Vista do Hotel Olho d' Água... Minha moradia nas férias!!!</strong></em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ukWLc3ZII/AAAAAAAABJA/ZCTHurMOKJw/s1600-h/aa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434618076290573442" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/S2ukWLc3ZII/AAAAAAAABJA/ZCTHurMOKJw/s400/aa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong> Saudade de tudo!!!</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Férias é sempre bom!!! São algumas fotos que tirei nas Férias!!!</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>São Luís,&nbsp;onde renovo minhas energias!!!</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Procure conhecer!!!</strong></em></span> </div><div>*******************************************************************</div><div></div><div><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Voltar para Brasília, trabalhar com eventos!!! Tirar fotos pela cidade!!! Trabalhar!!!</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Qualidade... Responsabilidade... Profissionalismo</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><br /><div><a href="mailto:alen.guimaraes@gmail.com"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238859373755514794-5046752940335071510?l=poetadosventos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poeta dos Ventoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956234133262032800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238859373755514794.post-71755601470539560282009-04-27T21:10:00.000-07:002010-10-10T02:43:21.032-07:00Trabalhos Fotográficos...<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 180%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 180%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 180%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaJzWxIFEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/momAM0Hn7CY/s1600-h/bbbbbbbbbbbbb.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329598724417524802" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaJzWxIFEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/momAM0Hn7CY/s320/bbbbbbbbbbbbb.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a><span style="color: #003300;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;">Nosso Povo </span></em></strong></span><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Deve sair nas ruas</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Pedir o vinho e o pão...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Justiça... Educação...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Nosso Povo</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Deve sonhar por momentos melhores...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Na TV!?</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Só se vê!!!!</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Sangue!!! Morte...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Mesmo assim há esperança...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Na lembrança da sociedade</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Que vende o almoço e janta</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Sem nenhuma vaidade...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">E o circulo da injustiça continua...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Na falta de educação para os filhos dos pobres!!! </span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Jogados na sarjeta da sorte</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Em uma livre prisão...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Os que muito tem!!! São Poucos!!!</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Eu quero a fatia deste bolo...!!!!!<br /><br />Poema em construção...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #003300;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;">Retirado dos retalhos das idéias.....</span></em></strong> </span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaEtFElL1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/cCz1w58VTxk/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329593119029931858" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaEtFElL1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/cCz1w58VTxk/s320/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> <em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Escute o Som das Matas </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><em><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color: #003300;">O pó que se levanta das casas</span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Não é o mesmo lajear das pastagens florais</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Cada manto estendido nos rios de sonhos!!!</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Esperança de quem pescou agulha no seco...</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Alinhavar as palavras em traços... </span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Destemidos sons!</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Andemos de braços dados</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Na força do tom!!!</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Olhar calmamente o laço e a palavra!!!</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">O perfume é a colheita de espírito...</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Cada hora é legua em caminhada</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">E cada passo tem seu destino....</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #003300;">Alen Guimaraes Poeta dos Ventos</span> </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaEb9fLcvI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-_Hs2j2mmSM/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329592824936231666" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaEb9fLcvI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-_Hs2j2mmSM/s320/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Brasília Coração do Brasil... </span></em></strong></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #003300;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Descoberta intelectual</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Sabiamente, seguir um passo,</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">os desejos de descoberta.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Em alegrias, festa!, </span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">tornam-se inacabados.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">A euforia embala</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">o corpo daquele que caminha.</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Nada é de graça!</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Nem a sua própria vida.</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #003300;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;">Por isso, continue... </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;">adiante!</span></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Não há nada por acaso!</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Aprenda, passo a passo...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">O que o tempo lhe ofertou</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">não é mais do que merecimento</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">pelo que cativou...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Poema retirado do livro Mosaico de Sonhos - Livro de minha autoria.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaEHD3pg1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b8q7_tIcE5Q/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><span style="color: #003300;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329592465872225106" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaEHD3pg1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b8q7_tIcE5Q/s320/aaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 222px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></span></a><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Um beija Flor... </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Um Sorriso... Um olhar faceiro...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Eu quero ver!!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">O tempo sentir em sua pele</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Os rastros do fio das sobras e luzes...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Eu quero ver!!!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">O rio murmurar seu silêncio no chocalho do pajé...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Eu quero sentir o batuque dos pés!!!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Eu quero sentir na alma a força!!!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Eu quero girar feito ventania!!!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Gira e giras!!!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Eu só quero o tato da Poesia...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #003300;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;">Parte de um poema em Contemplação... </span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #003300;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;">Alen Guimarães (Poeta dos Ventos)</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaDbzdmkQI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tX7wGXAez6c/s1600-h/bbbb.jpg"><span style="color: #003300;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329591722733637890" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaDbzdmkQI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tX7wGXAez6c/s320/bbbb.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></span></a><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #003300;"> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #003300;"><strong><em>Sorrir é ter esperança </em></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>Nem tudo será como antes...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>A conquista está no brilho dos olhos...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>Acreditar é romper limites!!!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>Por isso que eu amo a vida!!!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaDQEZ0bnI/AAAAAAAAAQA/uavByKtG4s0/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><span style="color: #003300;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329591521122741874" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaDQEZ0bnI/AAAAAAAAAQA/uavByKtG4s0/s320/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 227px;" /></span></a><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><em> Como é bom sentir o vento no rosto... </em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><em>E perceber que estou vivo e que posso contemplar a vida!!!</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaDEtE9ZxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/CdSSevyCnak/s1600-h/bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb.jpg"><span style="color: #003300;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329591325882672914" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaDEtE9ZxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/CdSSevyCnak/s320/bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></span></a><span style="color: #003300;"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;">Salve todas as Culturas e todos o Povos... </span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Todos nós somos filhos da Criação Divina</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaC1LJxtlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ouHn4yQy6j0/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><span style="color: #003300;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329591059078035026" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaC1LJxtlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ouHn4yQy6j0/s320/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></span></a><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"> Sou de uma Brasília aversa, onde surgem muitas casualida-des, encontros de poetas, músicos e pintores, que amam a arte deviver, definindo seus passos em belos encontros artísticos, co-nhecidos como os Saraus.</span></strong></em></div><div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Quem disse que Brasília não tem alma?... Brasília tem, por si só, um pouco de tudo! Nascemos de um sonho, o sonho desermos a capital do país... Pessoas de diferentes estados que, poraudácia, acreditaram em um sonho real.</span></strong></em></div><div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">A frieza de sua estrutura não é, e nunca será, abalo para osolhos daqueles que a amam. Não temos o mar, mas!!!! Brasília possui o lirismo litorâneo em suas paisagens, basta olhar para o céu azul, que encanta a todos os que por aqui transitam... </span></strong></em></div><div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;">Este cerrado triunfante, de maravilhas mil. Quando vieres a Brasília,não esqueças de conhecer a Torre de TV e as flores do cerrado.</span></strong></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: #003300;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Texto retirado do livro Mosaico de Sonhos de Alen Guimaraes - Poeta dos Ventos (Livro de Minha autoria)</span></strong></em> </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: #003300;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: #003300;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #003300;"></span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaCn-Ku4LI/AAAAAAAAAPo/EwY-EMrACPQ/s1600-h/bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb.jpg"><span style="color: #003300;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329590832254083250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaCn-Ku4LI/AAAAAAAAAPo/EwY-EMrACPQ/s320/bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></span></a><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>Olhar a vida é ver que podemos ter diferentes olhares...</em></strong></span></div></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>Em relação a mesma idéia...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #003300;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;">Cultiva-las de forma positiva...</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #003300;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #003300;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;">Somando valores... Gestos... Sentimentos... Abraços...Danças...</span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #003300;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong><br />Isso se chama "VIVER" no mundo que acredito!!!!</strong></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaCPsYRY5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/oto3KNLt2kQ/s1600-h/aaaaa.jpg"><span style="color: #003300;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329590415162172306" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SfaCPsYRY5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/oto3KNLt2kQ/s320/aaaaa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></span></a><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #003300;"><br /></span><span style="color: #003300;"><em>Felicidade Coração do Brasil... </em></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><em></em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><em>Felicidade... </em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><em></em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><em>Minha Bela Cidade...</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><em></em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #003300; font-size: 130%;"><em>O que mais chama atenção em Brasília é o Céu...</em></span></strong><span style="color: #003300;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #003300;"><em><span style="color: #003300;"><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sempre azul Azulllllll...............</span></strong></span></em></span><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Fotos e Poemas - Alen Guimarães (Poeta dos Ventos)</span></strong></em><em><strong><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></strong></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238859373755514794-7175560147053956028?l=poetadosventos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poeta dos Ventoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956234133262032800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238859373755514794.post-70804532413087533462008-12-21T00:11:00.001-08:002010-10-09T13:58:59.496-07:00Teia 2008 - Trabalho Fotográfico<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"><strong>Nossa Ancestralidade... Salve a Força e a Cultura Indígena</strong></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SU3659qjQhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zIRabiEPxdo/s1600-h/ATgAAABTBwMZXyzhRywAJ_UfP4SbPBiUjqsIGXjRyMC3Ut6XWW9Z1urc8SUUTLdnJoW60fAafk7jtZ47xVwBpmv30IioAJtU9VDv3fGm8QZPS6lFoYxbtWnE-M01ZQ.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282153811687981586" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SU3659qjQhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zIRabiEPxdo/s320/ATgAAABTBwMZXyzhRywAJ_UfP4SbPBiUjqsIGXjRyMC3Ut6XWW9Z1urc8SUUTLdnJoW60fAafk7jtZ47xVwBpmv30IioAJtU9VDv3fGm8QZPS6lFoYxbtWnE-M01ZQ.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Eu não rio!<br />...porque o rio...<br />que há em mim...<br />transborda!...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SU36uT6x6MI/AAAAAAAAAN0/i41d15x472U/s1600-h/ATgAAAAXbrpr6mtNXpOO8yS57AyrH3iBoS9ELqbY5ytyAycg-QcMDvIHSjPBgzwqluck1Pohzk2KB9ump47g63gJDH23AJtU9VCuBKVCChxVgWOuFPYQEc4_BIoRfg.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282153611503200450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SU36uT6x6MI/AAAAAAAAAN0/i41d15x472U/s320/ATgAAAAXbrpr6mtNXpOO8yS57AyrH3iBoS9ELqbY5ytyAycg-QcMDvIHSjPBgzwqluck1Pohzk2KB9ump47g63gJDH23AJtU9VCuBKVCChxVgWOuFPYQEc4_BIoRfg.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Portas Abertas!?</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Não há portas fechadas.<br />As chaves são desejos!<br />Não há estrada!<br />Pequeninos sonhos... almejo.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Decifrar um sorriso!?<br />Não há dia!<br />Um pedaço vazio,<br />Há! Caminho... vida???</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Praticamente correr;<br />Na chuva, se banhar;<br />Na<br />rua,<br />crescer...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Ter em pensamento...<br />O destino das folhas secas<br />Levadas pelo vento...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SU36lzw0BsI/AAAAAAAAANs/qTzW6ckgSEs/s1600-h/ATgAAAAQK5kc9drq93mQbiAC0yzEKiqsH6yqD506bqHRSVq4EGSD4X-G0wMDPuXq0cgdEjWC91Z-laGv5kPF9xT2DD92AJtU9VBqaRv_eFRQGID5PwMe7EXsYjCcRw.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282153465432508098" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SU36lzw0BsI/AAAAAAAAANs/qTzW6ckgSEs/s320/ATgAAAAQK5kc9drq93mQbiAC0yzEKiqsH6yqD506bqHRSVq4EGSD4X-G0wMDPuXq0cgdEjWC91Z-laGv5kPF9xT2DD92AJtU9VBqaRv_eFRQGID5PwMe7EXsYjCcRw.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 243px;" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>Descoberta intelectual</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>Sabiamente, seguir um passo,<br />os desejos de descoberta.<br />Em alegrias, festa!,<br />tornam-se inacabados.</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>A euforia embala<br />o corpo daquele que caminha.<br />Nada é de graça!<br />Nem a sua própria vida.</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>Por isso, continue... adiante!<br />Não há nada por acaso!<br />Aprenda, passo a passo...</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">O que o tempo lhe ofertou<br />não é mais do que merecimento<br />pelo que cativou...</span></strong><br /></em></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SU36cSqvIiI/AAAAAAAAANk/WSsYtTyJDGE/s1600-h/ATgAAAAHVCmpyX0FME3Fktj08v_zL_sOLI6uW8B5TV7rIhoa6zRXDmuEKoKMho5VT78tnBQoao7I86C8Ooilhetc-0sJAJtU9VCggJobUR8hMjkpMlfR8w8zbVlAZA.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282153301929828898" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SU36cSqvIiI/AAAAAAAAANk/WSsYtTyJDGE/s320/ATgAAAAHVCmpyX0FME3Fktj08v_zL_sOLI6uW8B5TV7rIhoa6zRXDmuEKoKMho5VT78tnBQoao7I86C8Ooilhetc-0sJAJtU9VCggJobUR8hMjkpMlfR8w8zbVlAZA.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>No Íntimo...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>No íntimo da alma, fui buscar<br />o que meus profundos desejos<br />faziam concretizar.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Após os poemas,<br />o poeta se faz inacabado.<br />Têm-se dois temas<br />pro único assunto solto no espaço.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Deixo-vos cair<br />uns pensamentos friamente puros.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>A flor já se faz jasmim!<br />No mundo, à procura do tudo...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Falara de um jovem...<br />Ele, um poeta!,<br />perdido na sorte.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Pra começar...<br />o fim não existe!<br />Deve-se caminhar...<br />Mesmo quando se está triste...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>A rima não é perfeita rima...<br />A luz do guia, nos olhos ofuscados, luzia.<br />Esperança do poeta... Mente criativa...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Semente de lágrima...<br />Inocente mente!<br />Ser poeta de estrada,<br />Tendo coração inocente.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Nas asas do silêncio,<br />o vôo é razante!<br />Foi-se o tempo...<br />Fui jovem infante...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><strong>Já sinto-me cansado.<br />Irei dormir...<br />O sono repouso... é um espaço<br />sem limite... fim.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SU36Powz4VI/AAAAAAAAANc/K78yQoEx1VQ/s1600-h/ATgAAACXLqGoIqwxRAsE5Dl43sfYRK6C5HxV-F7Tc8dXpVqQsUGtLXZH-vkp3qxRNU_tAESOgKh2OJ_8Tn5hXB6-FyW_AJtU9VDYoiiUGyfVl87pnLEuG2exHFFlCw.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282153084522586450" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SU36Powz4VI/AAAAAAAAANc/K78yQoEx1VQ/s320/ATgAAACXLqGoIqwxRAsE5Dl43sfYRK6C5HxV-F7Tc8dXpVqQsUGtLXZH-vkp3qxRNU_tAESOgKh2OJ_8Tn5hXB6-FyW_AJtU9VDYoiiUGyfVl87pnLEuG2exHFFlCw.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>O Poema</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>O Poema será</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>a única verdade</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>para o silêncio do vazio.</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>Asas soltas...</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>Flores em destinos,</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>sabedoria, primavera, tempo...</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>Para o princípio do hoje!?!</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>Festas, festas, festas...</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>Borboletas, abelhas, esquecimento...</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;">Fotos &amp; Poetas... </span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;">Alen Guimarães (Poeta dos Ventos)</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;">Jornalista &amp; Fotógrafo Profissional&nbsp;</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;">Caso tenha interesse em meus serviços entre em contato.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238859373755514794-7080453241308753346?l=poetadosventos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poeta dos Ventoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956234133262032800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238859373755514794.post-42508685832087456302008-11-26T10:03:00.000-08:002009-10-30T22:02:41.321-07:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">Teia 2008 - Trabalho Fotográfico...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"></span></em></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SuvEChAzkuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/T-cgxVg7IGQ/s1600-h/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398624125834203874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SuvEChAzkuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/T-cgxVg7IGQ/s400/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">A caminhada nunca será esquecida!!!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">O olhar também...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SuvDYgoApEI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nWQ9tm7Ncn0/s1600-h/OgAAAFolx-JHmRlvjZ0jRxSicbb8tsRKLq8tDUZO7hnE-XqLQ72SNQOpWS9X4o2JZjPAH66wqXVKsLwSdIpZL-4TknwAm1T1UJJoIuAXYJPTDv0thNyEKbkifUlg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398623404175696962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SuvDYgoApEI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nWQ9tm7Ncn0/s400/OgAAAFolx-JHmRlvjZ0jRxSicbb8tsRKLq8tDUZO7hnE-XqLQ72SNQOpWS9X4o2JZjPAH66wqXVKsLwSdIpZL-4TknwAm1T1UJJoIuAXYJPTDv0thNyEKbkifUlg.jpg" /></a><br /><em><span style="color:#666600;">Equipe - Assessoria de Comunicação </span></em></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#666600;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#666600;"></span></em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SS2QKF7uhqI/AAAAAAAAANM/hHBlhbX98tk/s1600-h/Equipe+de+Jornalistas....jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273029241786500770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SS2QKF7uhqI/AAAAAAAAANM/hHBlhbX98tk/s320/Equipe+de+Jornalistas....jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><em>Foi bom trabalhar com esta galera...</em></span> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Rumo</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></em> </div><p><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Sentimos o amor louco,<br />tenho singelo gosto.<br />Um rio de lendas<br />de vidas passadas...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Rumo ao enlouquente<br />de pólos magnéticos,<br />nevoeiros constantes,<br />de honras e méritos.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">As sedas<br />em meus laços<br />são pequenas perdas.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Rios-mares que morreram,<br />perderam rumo.<br />Enlouqueceram...</span></em> </p><p><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Alen Guimaraes - (Poeta dos Ventos) </span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></em></p><p> </p><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238859373755514794-4250868583208745630?l=poetadosventos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poeta dos Ventoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956234133262032800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238859373755514794.post-1573081547442709582008-11-26T08:09:00.000-08:002008-11-26T08:23:47.079-08:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>Nossas Tribos... Nossos Mundos... Nossos Caminhos...</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>Foto tirada no Teia 2008...</em></strong></span> </div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SS11wetX87I/AAAAAAAAANE/RIGztIbg0iw/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273000214458266546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VF0gBumaxBU/SS11wetX87I/AAAAAAAAANE/RIGztIbg0iw/s320/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><em>Índio</em></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><em>As velas acesas significavam algo.<br />As estrelas eram suas testemunhas.<br />Suas diferentes raízes refletiam<br />seu forte desejo.<br />Seu olhar era o reflexo dos verdes das matas.<br />Comunicava-se com a natureza...<br />Era de tal semblante...<br />Os olhos viajavam...<br />pousando sobre as flores e os orvalhos.<br />Viraram sonho!<br />No mundo irreal das fadas e mães-d.água,<br />transformaram-se...<br />Deitava-se nas copas das árvores.<br />Era um índio! Filho da terra,<br />chamava-se Galdino.<br />Foi um homem.<br />Diferente dos da cidade.</em></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><em>Veio a Brasília.<br />À procura de paz e liberdade.<br />O destino, ninguém escolhe.<br />Sem lugar para dormir,<br />o jeito é virar-se como pode.<br />Foi então que adormeceu...no silêncio da noite.<br />O que lhe reservaram nessa simples madrugada!<br />Nada de anormal!<br />Era uma madrugada como as outras.<br />Foi então... no silêncio da noite.<br />A ternura se quebrava...<br />Um índio entrava em desgraça...<br />Findara a vida...<br />Num eco de despedida.<br />Por um gesto brutal,<br />de ida sem vinda,<br />um sono de onde jamais acordará!<br />Mais uma vítima da sociedade.<br />Adeus!, vítima da maldade...</em></span></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Poema &amp; Foto - Alen Guimarães </span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238859373755514794-157308154744270958?l=poetadosventos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poeta dos Ventoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956234133262032800noreply@blogger.com0