tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285134572009-12-19T22:58:10.339-03:00douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-30463095685628486032009-11-21T03:21:00.002-03:002009-11-21T03:30:34.706-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SweIyKccmYI/AAAAAAAABC4/fjzbCbBzXFI/s1600/nar24.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406440273060075906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SweIyKccmYI/AAAAAAAABC4/fjzbCbBzXFI/s400/nar24.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">aprendera com a chuva</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">serem as almas que partem</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">estrelas cadentes que alcançam o mar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">imagem de eduardo naranjo</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-3046309568562848603?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-85074763507941130302009-07-30T05:30:00.002-03:002009-07-30T05:34:11.727-03:00<div align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SnFa4DLskKI/AAAAAAAABAo/ko5CAGCcNVU/s1600-h/sarah-petruziello-6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364168550148509858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SnFa4DLskKI/AAAAAAAABAo/ko5CAGCcNVU/s400/sarah-petruziello-6.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">imagem de sarah petruziello </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">dormem os mortos</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">às margens tuas</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">[presos ao silêncio]</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">dos que já não choram mais</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-8507476350794113030?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-73314497632075436782009-07-15T03:35:00.002-03:002009-07-15T03:38:16.460-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;">oramos à chuva</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;">porque os anjos daqui</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;">esqueceram a tristeza</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;">que alimenta o luar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-7331449763207543678?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-68565204444684320762009-05-02T01:40:00.003-03:002009-05-02T03:00:27.424-03:00<div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/Sfvg6wSCeKI/AAAAAAAAA-8/EqFREj_IJoA/s1600-h/sem_titulo+Rosangela+Pereira+da+Silva,+membro+da+Associa%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Livre+e+usu%C3%A1ria+do+Centro+de+Apoio+Psicol%C3%B3gico,+CAPSI,+de+Diadema,+SP.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331101883920709794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/Sfvg6wSCeKI/AAAAAAAAA-8/EqFREj_IJoA/s400/sem_titulo+Rosangela+Pereira+da+Silva,+membro+da+Associa%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Livre+e+usu%C3%A1ria+do+Centro+de+Apoio+Psicol%C3%B3gico,+CAPSI,+de+Diadema,+SP.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:85%;">imagem de rosangela pereira da silva<br /></span> </span></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#999999;">sonhou<br />o rio não ser de asfalto<br />e estrelas aquelas luzes<br />que à noite dos postes<br />saltavam<br /><br />[morreria encantado]<br /><br />com mãos de pirilampos<br />cabelos de rasga-mortalha<br />e olhos de chuva<br />sob um céu que não o deixaria<br />só<br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-6856520444468432076?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-36388314564432305212009-01-20T16:51:00.004-03:002009-01-20T18:08:59.352-03:00<div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SXY8ZCHqqOI/AAAAAAAAA44/iz91QewX9uI/s1600-h/cag-ayn-grabado-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293484812784019682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SXY8ZCHqqOI/AAAAAAAAA44/iz91QewX9uI/s400/cag-ayn-grabado-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">imagem de garcía de la nuez</span><br /></span></span><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#999999;">no fundo da alma guardava</span><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#999999;">naufrágios</span><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#999999;">que memória alguma saberia</span><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;">resgatar</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#999999;">tinha braços e mãos fortes </span><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#999999;">embora </span><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#999999;">seus pés há muito estejam </span><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;">cansados </span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#999999;">silente nau de um mar</span><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#999999;">imaginário</span><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#999999;">velho faroleiro pelo tempo </span><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;">abandonado</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-3638831456443230521?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-57990302873972726232009-01-07T18:02:00.005-03:002009-01-08T15:36:57.466-03:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SWZHUxmBrNI/AAAAAAAAA3E/CSI94QKR09k/s1600-h/DSCF0972.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288993234629012690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SWZHUxmBrNI/AAAAAAAAA3E/CSI94QKR09k/s400/DSCF0972.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">imagem de carlos goico</span> </div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;">o velho rio </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;">que nos aninhava </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;">engolido foi</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;">por suas margens</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;">e virou asfalto</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;">coisa sem vida</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;">e virou cemitério</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;">coisa sem fim </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-5799030287397272623?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-58507858886691366622008-12-19T02:00:00.000-03:002008-12-19T02:01:46.129-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SUsqgl5uRcI/AAAAAAAAA18/GZfZWKbgnj8/s1600-h/nar27.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281361727440438722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SUsqgl5uRcI/AAAAAAAAA18/GZfZWKbgnj8/s400/nar27.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">calados morremos<br />e por nós os que ficam<br />rezarão<br />descrentes e sós<br /></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">imagem de eduardo naranjo</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-5850785888669136662?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-20236905675743026792008-11-27T02:02:00.002-03:002008-11-27T02:08:37.621-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SS4qFdRiXpI/AAAAAAAAAnY/EAksIoZWo6c/s1600-h/nar20.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273198486943325842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SS4qFdRiXpI/AAAAAAAAAnY/EAksIoZWo6c/s400/nar20.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="color:#666666;">crédula e senil</span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;">suas mãos eram preces</span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;">que deus algum escutara</span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-2023690567574302679?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-18143421443745907522008-11-01T02:57:00.000-03:002008-11-01T02:59:45.682-03:00<div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SQvwE25aL0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/r_uXAs-KYyU/s1600-h/oswaldo_guayasamin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263564555759005506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SQvwE25aL0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/r_uXAs-KYyU/s400/oswaldo_guayasamin.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;">há preces<br />só ouvidas quando noite<br />pirilampeada à beira do rio<br /><br />há preces<br />só atendidas quando criança<br />enluarada no colo da mãe<br /><br /> </span></div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;">imagem de oswaldo guayasamín</span><br /></span></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-1814342144374590752?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-85844081838846760212008-10-24T16:53:00.006-03:002008-10-24T17:05:31.181-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SQIqNnms1cI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mhE5j8FL7wU/s1600-h/nar65.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260813728180131266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SQIqNnms1cI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mhE5j8FL7wU/s400/nar65.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">não escutava dos pais as preces</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">nem o choro embalado pelo desespero </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">apenas o murmúrio do rio em seus olhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">soletrando à vida os dizeres precisos da morte</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">imagem de eduardo naranjo</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-8584408183884676021?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-40303010895223136002008-09-05T19:07:00.003-03:002008-09-06T01:15:58.913-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SMGt_YCZZgI/AAAAAAAAAkg/7aELywsuVOA/s1600-h/fo-beja-muelle-b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242662745531835906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SMGt_YCZZgI/AAAAAAAAAkg/7aELywsuVOA/s400/fo-beja-muelle-b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">deixai-nos sós, ó pai</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">que das estrelas sabemos o medo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">e dos homens esquecemos o penar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-4030301089522313600?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-19909701128113794982008-07-16T02:39:00.003-03:002008-07-18T12:15:08.316-03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SH2KYa2dhRI/AAAAAAAAAiA/A_P9CEcAWyE/s1600-h/mariposas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223483294948885778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SH2KYa2dhRI/AAAAAAAAAiA/A_P9CEcAWyE/s400/mariposas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">rezavam como seus avós um dia rezaram<br />aprendiam segredos com o rio<br />e sonhavam alumiar feito pirilampos<br />pra que das estrelas pudessem trazer<br />pedaços cadentes de sonhos<br /></span></div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">imagem de ramon hidalgo</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-1990970112811379498?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-53085981477481980092008-03-23T03:07:00.004-03:002008-07-18T12:15:32.298-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R-X2LoH501I/AAAAAAAAAdE/Op_OUNACjGw/s1600-h/nar90.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180817625969185618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R-X2LoH501I/AAAAAAAAAdE/Op_OUNACjGw/s400/nar90.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R-X02oH500I/AAAAAAAAAc8/3IWbXjb_CIY/s1600-h/cachita_no_caso.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">o silêncio do céu<br />são as rezas da chuva<br />o barulho da chuva<br />são os sonhos do céu<br /><br />quando o céu silencia<br />deságua preces a chuva<br />e sonhamos<br /><br />quando a chuva trovoa<br />acalenta sonhos o céu<br />e rezamos</span><br /></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">imagem de eduardo naranjo</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-5308598147748198009?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-60691823639667224582008-03-05T18:35:00.005-03:002008-07-18T12:15:51.117-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R88SRnarMlI/AAAAAAAAAas/oPz1wO4QrKs/s1600-h/deux_jeunes_filles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174374590719930962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R88SRnarMlI/AAAAAAAAAas/oPz1wO4QrKs/s400/deux_jeunes_filles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">pirilampos eram</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">noite infinda</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">mergulhados nos cânticos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que a mata coloria </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">sonhando ao luar</span></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-6069182363966722458?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-1482576514960006912008-01-18T00:24:00.001-03:002008-07-18T12:16:06.458-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R5Ad63jEh8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/8lz1fvnm7pU/s1600-h/ironia78.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156654470519883714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R5Ad63jEh8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/8lz1fvnm7pU/s400/ironia78.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">o céu daqui não deságua lamentos<br />escuta do luar os segredos<br />guarda dos anjos o medo<br />serena dos homens o rancor<br />para que as crianças possam sonhar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-148257651496000691?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-74561792210971553142007-12-25T04:03:00.001-03:002008-07-18T12:16:22.342-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R3CsjHjEhxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/gtPO5ycydDo/s1600-h/Mikhail+Vrubel_pan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147804093406021394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R3CsjHjEhxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/gtPO5ycydDo/s320/Mikhail+Vrubel_pan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">já não sorriam</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">as águas turvas do rio</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">secaram como se fossem memórias</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">sufocadas num velho baú</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">imagem de vrubel</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-7456179221097155314?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-48815587078119494912007-11-22T13:02:00.001-03:002008-07-18T12:16:37.915-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R0WohX58e4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/OsLcT4pliFY/s1600-h/ISAAC-10407.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135696241392122754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R0WohX58e4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/OsLcT4pliFY/s400/ISAAC-10407.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">no velho barquinho<br />pra lá do meio do rio<br />solitário relembrava<br />os dias que estavam por vir</span><br /><br /></span></div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"><span style="color:#666666;">imagem de isaac liberato</span><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-4881558707811949491?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-43339307804430253612007-10-25T00:06:00.001-03:002008-07-18T12:16:57.384-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/RyA7nu2YN4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/gpxe4Oh_WfY/s1600-h/01099%20Anguish%20copy%203.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125161929724671874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/RyA7nu2YN4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/gpxe4Oh_WfY/s400/01099%2520Anguish%2520copy%25203.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">nas margens do rio lamacento</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">que banha os sonhos do antigo vilarejo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">há preces reluzindo sob o luar</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-4333930780443025361?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-37703520129003580972007-09-23T06:37:00.001-03:002008-07-18T12:17:14.589-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/RvY0RbaoTBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lNeXlQ6N8Zg/s1600-h/34.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113331900947647506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/RvY0RbaoTBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lNeXlQ6N8Zg/s400/34.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:85%;">pra giselle</span><br /><br /></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">uma casinha num canto do mundo<br />onde possamos viver bem juntinhos<br />amanhecendo estrelas sob a imensidão do céu<br />aninhados por sonhos que sobrevivem ao fim</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-3770352012900358097?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-45600049417812789442007-09-07T15:04:00.001-03:002008-07-18T12:17:33.689-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/RuGZIaFhV0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/0e7retdpWQk/s1600-h/100.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107531822135334722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/RuGZIaFhV0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/0e7retdpWQk/s400/100.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000066;"><br /></span><div align="center"></div><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">quando a chuva cai<br />os murmúrios da terra<br />despertam preces<br />antigas demais<br />para que alguém consiga<br />escutar</span><br /></span></div><div align="right"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">imagem de yerka<br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-4560004941781278944?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-1651145348163429692007-08-13T02:37:00.001-03:002008-07-18T12:17:56.633-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/Rr_vN40nxcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/FmYmR8MTRYA/s1600-h/evelyn+rivas+serie_envio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098056325077124546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/Rr_vN40nxcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/FmYmR8MTRYA/s400/evelyn+rivas+serie_envio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">saiu pouco antes da lua<br />deixou os filhos a esposa os amigos<br />dizendo que ia recolher estrelas<br />e delas fazer uma cantiga amortalhada<br />pra modo de os sonhos<br />naquele pedaço esquecido do mundo<br />nunca mais rarear<br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">imagem de evelyn rivas</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-165114534816342969?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-46295695527374328362007-07-23T05:07:00.001-03:002008-07-18T12:18:19.197-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/RqRjpo0nxOI/AAAAAAAAANw/8UMf3_vOUs0/s1600-h/7_cuadro_mes_8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090303045819417826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/RqRjpo0nxOI/AAAAAAAAANw/8UMf3_vOUs0/s400/7_cuadro_mes_8.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">não há anjos que bastem<br />não há preces que caibam<br />quando chega a noite<br />e as estrelas nos lembram<br />do vazio que nos rumina<br />por não mais sabermos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"><span style="color:#666666;">das canções o ninar</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-4629569552737432836?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-23923812875262641822007-07-02T04:59:00.001-03:002008-07-18T12:18:38.750-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/Roiwx-k5U1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3sDFFoZRRlc/s1600-h/menab3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082506552145433426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/Roiwx-k5U1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3sDFFoZRRlc/s400/menab3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">não escapou ao anoitecer</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">e dos pirilampos </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">apenas lembranças</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">que levaria para nunca mais </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">imagem de mena brito</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-2392381287526264182?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-55273973031111057092007-05-26T00:48:00.001-03:002008-07-18T12:18:58.259-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/RlfDY_0so3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/U1xTzRkd-9U/s1600-h/guayasamin_ninollorando.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068734739845522290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/RlfDY_0so3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/U1xTzRkd-9U/s400/guayasamin_ninollorando.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666666;"> </span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;">acocorado diante da casa<br />vê a si mesmo criança<br />e rememora o pai-nosso<br />que não cessa de brotar<br />lágrimas vestindo solidão<br /><br />a vida segue longa<br />sobre seus ombros<br />as amarguras do tempo<br />metrificam os fantasmas das perdas<br />esvaziando o sentido de estar ali<br /><br />e quando o sonho chegar<br />estarão seus olhos<br />fechados<br />distantes demais<br />do alvorecer</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-5527397303111105709?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28513457.post-81846842461318430982007-05-08T17:10:00.001-03:002008-07-18T12:19:20.306-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/RkDZt5uWpTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/c-NEbIR7wuE/s1600-h/guayasamin_maternidad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062285363777021234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/RkDZt5uWpTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/c-NEbIR7wuE/s400/guayasamin_maternidad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">é úmido este chão margeado pelo rio<br />por onde hei de seguir meu destino<br />(estou só entre meus mortos)<br /><br />abraça-me antes do atardecer<br />em silêncio<br />pois a fé caducou despida, mãe<br /><br />e da vida<br />guardo somente um terno de pássaros<br />que descansam sob o luar.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">imagem de Oswaldo Guayasamín</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28513457-8184684246131843098?l=precesribeirinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com4