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A cada balançar, olhos atentos seguem o horizonte...Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.comBlogger691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-83223444001166966232010-02-15T10:19:00.000-03:002010-02-15T10:19:26.562-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S3lI5mxcYDI/AAAAAAAAANw/Bhi8PA0qw9k/s1600-h/KLIMT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; 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font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S3lI5mxcYDI/AAAAAAAAANw/Bhi8PA0qw9k/s1600-h/KLIMT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S3lI5mxcYDI/AAAAAAAAANw/Bhi8PA0qw9k/s1600-h/KLIMT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S3lI5mxcYDI/AAAAAAAAANw/Bhi8PA0qw9k/s1600-h/KLIMT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: maroon; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;"></span></a><span style="color: maroon; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Pétalas em lágrimas</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: maroon; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;&nbsp; encantos de um girassol</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: maroon; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; borboletices infantis!</span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(pintura de Gustav Klimt, 1862-1918)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-8322344400116696623?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-36382011322005879082010-02-08T11:09:00.001-03:002010-02-08T11:09:31.062-03:00<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate:none; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:AR-SA;} h3 {mso-style-next:Normal; margin-top:12.0pt; margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:3.0pt; margin-left:0cm; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; page-break-after:avoid; mso-outline-level:3; mso-hyphenate:none; font-size:13.0pt; font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-language:AR-SA;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S3Aa2WQ9CAI/AAAAAAAAANo/vitUoDkhJkQ/s1600-h/toulouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S3Aa2WQ9CAI/AAAAAAAAANo/vitUoDkhJkQ/s320/toulouse.jpg" /></a></div><h3><br /></h3><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Mão boba pra cá. Mão boba pra lá.<br />- Ai, Lívio, assim machuca!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(pintura de Henri Toulouse, 1864-1901)</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-3638201132200587908?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-31277525721353998182010-02-05T23:44:00.001-03:002010-02-05T23:45:46.207-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S2zXqf6FLoI/AAAAAAAAANg/xeLfCdFWKUI/s1600-h/gougin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S2zXqf6FLoI/AAAAAAAAANg/xeLfCdFWKUI/s320/gougin.jpg" /></a></div><br />Quantos amores cabem em um coração?!<br /><br />amor de dia<br />amor de noite<br />amor com Maria<br />amor no açoite...<br /><br />amor de farra<br />amor algazarra<br />amor com arroz<br />pra fazer baião de dois!<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(pintura de Paul Gauguin, 1848-1903)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-3127752572135399818?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-27524042977087865762010-02-01T09:36:00.000-03:002010-02-01T09:36:05.554-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S2bKPzVbnLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9aMvd6nrTJs/s1600-h/MODIGLIANI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S2bKPzVbnLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9aMvd6nrTJs/s320/MODIGLIANI.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C02%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate:none; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:AR-SA;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style></div><br /><br /><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C02%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate:none; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:AR-SA;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;"> Mãos geladas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">coração acelerado.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br />Sintomas de ansiedade?! <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Que nada! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">É amor fazendo morada...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(pintura de Amedeo Modigliani, 1884-1920)</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-2752404297708786576?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-57529381021774401822010-01-29T08:45:00.001-03:002010-02-05T23:47:26.129-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S2LKEnG2eTI/AAAAAAAAANI/JQPyN8M6NwY/s1600-h/MATISSE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S2LKEnG2eTI/AAAAAAAAANI/JQPyN8M6NwY/s320/MATISSE.jpg" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>FOR-<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; TA-<br />-LEZA<br /><br />CHOVE.<br /><br />EU, <br />SECA.<br /><br />FORTALEZA MOLHA, ALAGA!<br /><br />E <br /><br />EU, SECA<br />EM LÁGRIMAS<br /><br />(...)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(pintura de Henri Matisse, 1869-1954)</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-5752938102177440182?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-20033278872277622882010-01-26T08:54:00.000-03:002010-01-26T08:54:15.351-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S17XvspkzdI/AAAAAAAAANA/hd6wU5MokNk/s1600-h/SALVADOR+DALI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S17XvspkzdI/AAAAAAAAANA/hd6wU5MokNk/s320/SALVADOR+DALI.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br />Alçam as velas! Atmosfera sideral. <br />Negra e suada pele que a fina chuva banha. <br />Alívio em mãos calejadas. Gotas de um irrealizável orvalho passeiam por nódulos da carne áspera. <br />Tormenta. <br />Impiedosa intempérie afoga os sons da labuta cativa. <br />Navio negreiro que não aporta. <br />Trabalha o corpo, trabalha a alma que a água lava. Navegam ondas em verdugo açoite. Maxilares impassíveis a fustigarem tantos sonhos... <br />Olhos rociados marejam narizes de asas largas. <br />Boca que amarga o fel das correntes. <br />E nunca mais serão insípidas as águas que escorrem por entre as frestas da madeira à mercê do vento. <br /><br />Maresia já ecoa. <br />Burburinhos estrangeiros aportam. Mercadoria entregue. <br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(pintura de Salvador Dali, 1904-1989)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-2003327887227762288?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-49806648742123981882010-01-21T10:54:00.004-03:002010-01-22T08:39:46.956-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S1hcO8vPkkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/SvlO8ragpig/s1600-h/HENRI+TOULOUSSE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="333" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S1hcO8vPkkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/SvlO8ragpig/s320/HENRI+TOULOUSSE.jpg" width="417" /></a><br /></div><br /><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate:none; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:AR-SA;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;"> - Circulação?<br />- Não. Gozo que se anuncia.</span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(pintura de Henri de Toulouse, 1864 - 1901)</span><br /></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-4980664874212398188?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-27015173068624960292010-01-10T21:49:00.000-03:002010-01-10T21:57:05.341-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S0p22fy28zI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OTO8ZdMvF6s/s1600-h/MATISSE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/S0p22fy28zI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OTO8ZdMvF6s/s320/MATISSE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425279379741012786" border="0" /></a>Feijão preto borbulha<br />panela de barro,<br />fogão à lenha.<br /><br />Fei-jo-a-da!<br />Chei-roooo-saaa!!!<br /><br />Crescem os olhos,<br />boca com saliva<br />e um estômago maior que barriga.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mas, porque hoje é domingo<br />- apenas porque hoje é domingo -<br />estão as gulodices perdoadas!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(pintura Henri Matisse, 1869-1954)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-2701517306862496029?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-9701151703156070582010-01-02T13:14:00.000-03:002010-01-02T13:24:27.940-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Sz9y3DecC4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/qTY9thgy3iE/s1600-h/DI+CAVALCANTI.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Sz9y3DecC4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/qTY9thgy3iE/s320/DI+CAVALCANTI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422178766528711554" border="0" /></a>Crioulo malandro do gingado matreiro,<br />encanta a mulata ao som do pandeiro.<br /><br />Traz no pé o molejo.<br />Na alma, o samba<br />enfeitiça a morena, ainda criança!<br /><br />Desce do morro<br />de terno e chapéu,<br />rosa na mão<br />com garrafa de cachaça<br /><br />pra fazer a serenata<br />aos pés da bela mulata<br />que já anda enamorada<br />pelo olhar do malandro...<br /><br /><br />Crioulo,<br />mostra os dentes alvos num sorriso vencedor.<br />Carrega a tua nêga. Agora, teu amor!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(pintura de Di Cavalcanti, 1897-1976)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-970115170315607058?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-40354926046531151962009-12-02T01:32:00.000-03:002009-12-02T01:36:31.968-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SxXueFVD7NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IE85FtSW32Q/s1600-h/PICASSO+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SxXueFVD7NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IE85FtSW32Q/s320/PICASSO+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410492727949520082" border="0" /></a><br /><br />e de repente, ela sorriu e as lágrimas secaram<br />deixando a face aderente esquecida da tristeza.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(pintura de Pablo Picasso, 1881-1973)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-4035492604653115196?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-89626130675606172062009-12-02T01:29:00.000-03:002009-12-02T01:31:50.435-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SxXtYNY4J_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AGejPMZYvZ0/s1600-h/PICASSO+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SxXtYNY4J_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AGejPMZYvZ0/s320/PICASSO+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410491527522166770" border="0" /></a><br />ÁGUA<br /> AR<br />DENTE<br /><br />ENTE<br />(que) SENTE<br />MENTE?!<br /><br /><br />(pintura de Pablo Picasso, 1881-1973)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-8962613067560617206?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-52021334924168781062009-11-27T00:05:00.000-03:002009-11-27T00:09:55.766-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Sw9CXgfr9bI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Uu4IUtx2AiI/s1600/CHAGALL.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Sw9CXgfr9bI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Uu4IUtx2AiI/s320/CHAGALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408614649122518450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Toda delicadeza é embrutecida pelo cotidiano, pelos detalhes ásperos da convivência.<br /><br />Mas é a aspereza sem cerimônias que nos ajuda a ter intimidade e confiança para peidar, gozar e sorrir acompanhada.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(pintura de Marc Chagall, 1887-1985)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-5202133492416878106?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-34146527896538037472009-11-22T21:20:00.000-03:002009-11-22T21:23:07.332-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwnVdm6Bx1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/M-wy_ZUdKCQ/s1600/MATISSE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwnVdm6Bx1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/M-wy_ZUdKCQ/s320/MATISSE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407087532271847250" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Cana, maracujá<br />mangaba.<br />Banana-maçã<br />goiaba.<br /><br />Mamão<br />laranja-lima<br />papaia.<br /><br />Abacaxi, umbu.<br /><br />Flor de jambo<br />cor manga-rosa<br />cheiro do sapoti<br /><br />hão de encher<br />tua boca d’água!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(pintura de Henri Matisse, 1869-1954)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-3414652789653803747?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-74886887670853685292009-11-21T09:19:00.000-03:002009-11-21T09:23:43.643-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Swfa9bTlT8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ndbZPX8sICg/s1600/FRIDA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Swfa9bTlT8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ndbZPX8sICg/s320/FRIDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406530626518339522" border="0" /></a><br />uma árvore me sorriu.<br /><br />Estendeu suas folhas como largos braços<br />e abriu sua bocarra verde,<br />piscando seus olhos pretos e miúdos.<br /><br />assim, começamos o namoro.<br /><br />As árvores e eu somos, hoje, amantes,<br />cúmplices no vento.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(pintura de Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-7488688767085368529?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-62181142993314893252009-11-21T09:07:00.000-03:002009-11-21T09:10:38.471-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwfYWRswy-I/AAAAAAAAALw/2UEg6zqsGmo/s1600/DALI.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwfYWRswy-I/AAAAAAAAALw/2UEg6zqsGmo/s320/DALI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406527754901441506" border="0" /></a>Estão secos os galhos<br />na terra rachada<br />que um sol escaldante observa.<br /><br />São firmes as raízes<br />e teimoso é o córrego<br />que sonha em ser rio de novo.<br /><br />E quando a chuva cair<br />– porque ela haverá de cair –<br />um sertão colorido vingará!<br /><br />Galho seco fica verdinho<br />a terra em passarinho<br />e o córrego-menino é rio outra vez.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(pintura de Salvador Dali, 1904-1989)<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-6218114299331489325?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-34610124390059000422009-11-20T20:22:00.000-03:002009-11-21T08:52:43.634-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwckteuhQII/AAAAAAAAALg/y5KAGAKa6eY/s1600/DIEGO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwckteuhQII/AAAAAAAAALg/y5KAGAKa6eY/s320/DIEGO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406330241442463874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(pintura de Diego Riviera, 1886-1957)</span><br /><br /><br />Espanta o cansaço,<br /> colhe o milho dançador.<br />Espanta o cansaço<br /> “debuia” feijão de corda.<br /><br />Espanta o cansaço<br />assa mandioca,<br />faz a farinha.<br /><br />sorri o menino, rodopia a moça<br />e parecem rasas as rugas daquele rosto cansado...<br /><br />Mas, enxuga o suor<br />Esquece a dor do espinhaço<br />quentura do sol<br />e acorda a enxada.<br /><br />Cuida da roça,<br />da terra árida<br />e espanta o cansaço.<br /><br />que pra viver no sertão não se pode dar cabimento à fadiga.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-3461012439005900042?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-87752337274545813902009-11-20T11:10:00.001-03:002009-11-20T11:12:56.453-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwajfjMfAtI/AAAAAAAAALY/K2svEKwieek/s1600/FOTO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwajfjMfAtI/AAAAAAAAALY/K2svEKwieek/s320/FOTO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406188165123736274" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br />De ponta cabeça<br />- pretinhos olhos infantis -<br />o mundo mais perto da boca e do nariz!<br /><br />E no lugar do pé,<br />o queixo marca a areia...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(pintura de Pierre Auguste Renoir, 1841-1919)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-8775233727454581390?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-65158904797428685622009-11-20T11:01:00.001-03:002009-11-20T11:13:47.261-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwahX5OzmnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/saRmD1s-unA/s1600/FOTO+OK.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwahX5OzmnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/saRmD1s-unA/s320/FOTO+OK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406185834576845426" border="0" /></a><br /><br />- E me pegava na rua?!<br />- Sim.<br />- Num muro qualquer?<br />- Sim.<br /><br />- Por que não vem?<br />- Aqui.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />(pintura de Henri de Toulouse, 1864-1901)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-6515890479742868562?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-69209384140693118232009-11-19T10:54:00.001-03:002009-11-19T10:55:59.204-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwVOJtf_nII/AAAAAAAAALI/s1pQI1IKPgs/s1600/%C3%8DNDIA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwVOJtf_nII/AAAAAAAAALI/s1pQI1IKPgs/s320/%C3%8DNDIA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405812856467725442" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Teu fruto em teus braços<br />seguro do afeto<br /><br />tuas mãos que educam.<br /><br />E a natureza atenta<br />é aconchego<br /><br />teus ensinamentos e afetos maternos.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(pintura de Eckhout, 1610-1666)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-6920938414069311823?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-37115711176216746322009-11-16T19:54:00.001-03:002010-01-09T11:53:50.349-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwHYT-fgaaI/AAAAAAAAALA/smZRZpZnVIQ/s1600/PORTINARI.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwHYT-fgaaI/AAAAAAAAALA/smZRZpZnVIQ/s320/PORTINARI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404838865525565858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(pintura de Candido Portinari, 1903-1962)</span><br /></div><br /><br />Sou do Brasil de muitos.<br /><br />Meu país é de Buarque, de Meireles, de Veríssimo, de Drummond.<br />Meu país é com patativas, colibris, beija-flor.<br />Meu país é das Marias, dos Joãos, das Raimundas e Antônios.<br /><br />Meu país é poesia, ritmo, samba, chorinho e bossa-nova.<br /><br />É país da enxada<br />suor no rosto<br />calos na mão.<br />Meu país é de sorrisos, de soluços,<br />de dunas e cachoeiras.<br /><br />Meu país criança é da<br />experiência<br />sobrevivência<br />é fortaleza.<br /><br />Já esse país de mensalões é de poucos...<br /><br />E no jogo de cintura, eu vejo meu Brasil<br /><br />no acordar cedo<br />da correria do trabalho,<br />no voltar cansado<br />suado.<br /><br />no contar moedas para o pão e cafezinho<br />e nas noites insones sem dinheiro.<br /><br />Vejo esse Brasil de muitos<br /><br />na cachaça com limão,<br />no espetinho de gato<br />com cerveja gelada<br />e samba improvisado.<br /><br />É na morena que rebola<br />no banho de mar com chuva<br />e principalmente no gingar.<br /><br />(...)<br /><br />Insisto<br />e vejo assim o meu país.<br /><br />Senão, o desgosto é grande.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwHYT-fgaaI/AAAAAAAAALA/smZRZpZnVIQ/s1600/PORTINARI.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-3711571117621674632?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-74116986461782480402009-11-16T19:39:00.000-03:002009-11-16T19:41:36.352-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwHU7VSfKgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2YAOvnrEvas/s1600/MATISSE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/SwHU7VSfKgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2YAOvnrEvas/s320/MATISSE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404835143613360642" border="0" /></a><br /> Ela, o irmão e a prima. Esconde-esconde, pega-pega, lagarta pintada por entre o banco traseiro e o "motor". Era assim que o pai chamava aquele retangular espaço de courino preto, destinado às malas de viagem ou a crianças miúdas – que nem ela; que nem eles – enquanto adultos se apertavam no intervalo das portas. Brincadeira na hora do rush. Da escola para casa, o mundo girava apressado e o fusca verde carregava todo um universo dentro dele.<br /><br />O mundo continua a girar. Agora, ainda mais apressado... Para onde foram os fuscas verdes?!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />pintura de Henri Matisse (1869-1954)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-7411698646178248040?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-54351846017359017322008-03-26T23:37:00.000-03:002008-03-26T23:53:33.801-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/R-sItGOHTSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oxDgX9L1nao/s1600-h/PAGU.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/R-sItGOHTSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oxDgX9L1nao/s320/PAGU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182245367076834594" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Elas eram elas.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Humana e canina. Mas, a simbiose cotidiana as tornou parecidas.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Anacronicamente parecidas. Ritmadas.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Necessárias. Uma da outra.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Assim, se uma andava, a outra seguia. Se uma latia, a outra falava.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Quando fome, comiam. Quando sono, ambas dormiam.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Uma sincronia vital para a harmonia doméstica...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">E quando ela chorava sua cachorra a lambia. Lambia feridas em forma de lágrimas.</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >(pintura de Pablo Picasso, 1881-1973)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-5435184601735901732?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-60097942107535207232008-01-05T09:49:00.000-03:002008-01-05T09:51:57.951-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/R399GqIJ6DI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5F3jnHLKpnA/s1600-h/VELHO+PINTOR.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/R399GqIJ6DI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5F3jnHLKpnA/s320/VELHO+PINTOR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151974052076316722" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br />olhinhos precisos</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" > - águia atenta - </span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" > copa da árvore, seu retiro.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >(pintura de Paul Cezanne, 1839-1906)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-6009794210753520723?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-24928934945570546242007-11-14T09:16:00.000-03:002007-11-14T09:19:27.091-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RzrnWBTsbGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z19ISFNC1gc/s1600-h/ROSTO+DE+SALVADOR+DALI.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RzrnWBTsbGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z19ISFNC1gc/s320/ROSTO+DE+SALVADOR+DALI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132669090836278370" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">(pintura de Salvador Dali, 1904-1989)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">horas, meses e anos eu vi passar<br />- minuto a minuto -<br />há rugas no lugar da esperança.<br /><br /></span><span style=""> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-2492893494557054624?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-37582094850987094512007-10-19T14:07:00.001-03:002007-10-19T14:11:11.923-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RxjkZLBzxXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6yEOdm-F1zI/s1600-h/SALVADOR+DALI.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RxjkZLBzxXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6yEOdm-F1zI/s320/SALVADOR+DALI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123095697242178930" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >range a cadeira<br />vagaroso balanço <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- espera-te -<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >no amanhecer de<br />uma morte anunciada.</span></p><br /><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal">(pintura de Salvador Dali, 1904-1989)<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" > <o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-3758209485098709451?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-52708610514020508192007-10-19T13:48:00.000-03:002007-10-19T13:55:03.994-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rxjgv7BzxWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QGnXUO5zuzw/s1600-h/CARAVAGGIO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 268px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rxjgv7BzxWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QGnXUO5zuzw/s320/CARAVAGGIO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123091690037691746" border="0" /></a>pra sair do casulo<br />dor de asas<br />corpo inteiro<br /><br />pra nado ligeiro<br />medo de gelo<br />água afoga!<br /><br />borboletas e focas<br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">aprendem com risco e dor.</span><br /><p class="MsoNormal">(pintura de Caravaggio, 1571-1610)<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-5270861051402050819?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-70580419107996888032007-10-05T23:22:00.000-03:002007-10-19T14:13:19.287-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RwbyJ4ReVRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-x7V5VmdaVQ/s1600-h/KLIMTLINDO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 258px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RwbyJ4ReVRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-x7V5VmdaVQ/s320/KLIMTLINDO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118044278091568402" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />e foram tantas as palavras<br />de versos impregnados<br />que a alma ficou cansada...</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal">(pintura de Gustav Klimt, 1862-1918)<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-7058041910799688803?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-58620264491862487682007-09-17T14:55:00.000-03:002007-09-17T15:00:04.268-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Ru6_x7JHOZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nEjpjP6T3-U/s1600-h/vangoh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Ru6_x7JHOZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nEjpjP6T3-U/s320/vangoh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111233491522501010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ><br />(pintura de Claude Monet, 1840-1926)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />verdejante é o mar<br />que banha minha fortaleza<br />íris paterna... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-5862026449186248768?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-27077766569162192132007-09-17T14:47:00.000-03:002007-09-17T14:48:24.480-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Ru691LJHOYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2wF-4W5dNw0/s1600-h/matisse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Ru691LJHOYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2wF-4W5dNw0/s320/matisse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111231348333820290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br />Caem em minhas mãos<br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >azeite e pão de alho!<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br />Cheiro de café torrado<br />acordes matinais...</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal">(pintura de Henri Matisse, 1869-1954)<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-2707776656916219213?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-54641492896465534802007-09-11T10:11:00.000-03:002007-09-11T10:14:36.710-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RuaUjI585hI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Dz8qEtb7O7o/s1600-h/PICASSO+CRIAN%C3%87A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RuaUjI585hI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Dz8qEtb7O7o/s320/PICASSO+CRIAN%C3%87A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108934158705288722" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >Aninha teus olhos, criança<br />que o anil celeste<br />é negro na infinitude...<br /><br />(pintura de Pablo Picasso, 1881-1973)<br /><span style=""> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-5464149289646553480?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-48655019344374195322007-08-08T16:27:00.000-03:002007-08-08T16:29:37.883-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RroZY3tbCsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y4xWmDeBiBw/s1600-h/FRIDA+MORTE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RroZY3tbCsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y4xWmDeBiBw/s320/FRIDA+MORTE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096413843385158338" border="0" /></a><br /><b style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ><br /></span></b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >poeira e vazio<br />retratos no aparador<br />antigo relicário.<br /><br /></span>(pintura de Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-4865501934437419532?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-69530950228000820232007-08-05T12:53:00.000-03:002007-08-05T12:55:31.164-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RrXy5NwwdII/AAAAAAAAAGA/CrCHN_CLdDA/s1600-h/van+gohg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RrXy5NwwdII/AAAAAAAAAGA/CrCHN_CLdDA/s320/van+gohg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095245618200212610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >Alaridos no jardim<br />tristeza muda<br />teus sonhos em retiro.<br /><br /><br />(pintura de Vincent Van Gogh, 1853-1890)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-6953095022800082023?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-17268858693236512442007-08-05T12:33:00.000-03:002007-08-25T14:30:53.260-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RrXue9wwdHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f4RhkcLvml0/s1600-h/MONET+SOL.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095240769182135410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RrXue9wwdHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f4RhkcLvml0/s320/MONET+SOL.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Arial;">além mar <?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.9pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;">na linha do horizonte: tsssiiiiiiiiiiiiii</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.9pt"><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">e o sol encostou na água, <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.9pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;">devagarzinho...</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.9pt"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.9pt"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.9pt">(pintura de Claude Monet, 1840-1926)<br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color:maroon;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-1726885869323651244?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-34900722480137490382007-07-30T12:29:00.000-03:002007-07-30T12:33:30.088-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rq4ES9wwdGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/adUsvtPtElc/s1600-h/palavra+q+n+chega.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rq4ES9wwdGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/adUsvtPtElc/s320/palavra+q+n+chega.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093012952465831010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;" >No papel, o rascunho</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;" >um poema a digerir minhas entranhas</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;" >emoção ainda engasgada.</span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ><br />(pintura de Camille Pissaro, 1830-1903)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-3490072248013749038?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-5299365893744773902007-07-30T12:21:00.000-03:002007-07-30T12:26:56.523-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rq4CldwwdFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4OGhMEhndag/s1600-h/IEMANJ%C3%81.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rq4CldwwdFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4OGhMEhndag/s320/IEMANJ%C3%81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093011071270155346" border="0" /></a><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br /><br />Iemanjá, mãe d’água!<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Minha Janaína, Rainha do mar!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Procuro na água salgada<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >– de cor prateada –<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >o encanto do teu olhar!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Senhora feiticeira,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Guardiã das ondas mansas,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >permita-me que no teu seio<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >possa eu navegar...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Sou do teu ventre filha<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >seduzida por teus cabelos...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Brinca comigo, mãezinha!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Deixa-me neles mergulhar.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">(pintura de Armand Point, 1861-1932)<br /><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-529936589374477390?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-14486761914824648762007-07-25T22:03:00.000-03:002007-07-25T22:51:10.663-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rqfz8dwwdEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Hwy2BuYXFd8/s1600-h/PINTURA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rqfz8dwwdEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Hwy2BuYXFd8/s320/PINTURA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091306123872465986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Feio<br />é beleza<br />em olhos contrariados... <o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;" >(pintura de Henri de Toulouse - Lautrec, 1864-1901)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-1448676191482464876?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-64285146465914903182007-07-05T15:29:00.000-03:002007-07-05T15:33:08.343-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Ro04wnFiYoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0-5uUOB-F20/s1600-h/KLIM.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 274px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Ro04wnFiYoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0-5uUOB-F20/s320/KLIM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083781962148242050" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;" ><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" >ela virou poeira<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" >perdida no tempo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;" >o tempo só é visto parado.</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;">(pintura de Gustav Klimt, 1862-1918)<br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-6428514646591490318?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-86159698176637891762007-07-05T15:11:00.000-03:002007-07-05T15:15:11.200-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Ro003nFiYnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/La27pZFaADc/s1600-h/PICASSO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Ro003nFiYnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/La27pZFaADc/s320/PICASSO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083777684360815218" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ></span></b><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">foram as ofensas ditas...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;" >água com sal faz passar <o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:maroon;" >dor de garganta, da alma não.<br /><br /><br />(pintura de Pablo Picasso, 1881-1973)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-8615969817663789176?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-2029507937469724982007-07-04T11:00:00.000-03:002007-07-04T16:04:17.431-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RouoTnFiYmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1SgHAB3K0DU/s1600-h/BOTICELLI.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RouoTnFiYmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1SgHAB3K0DU/s320/BOTICELLI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083341659280925282" border="0" /></a><br /><b style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ></span></b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ><br />teu rosto<br />são tuas palavras<br />e o sentimento que elas carregam...<br /><br />(pintura de Sandro Botticelli, 1445-1510)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-202950793746972498?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-71664996435415277162007-07-02T13:29:00.001-03:002007-07-02T13:31:25.835-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RokoFXFiYlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0nDfGlorqqY/s1600-h/homem+de+van+gohg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RokoFXFiYlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0nDfGlorqqY/s320/homem+de+van+gohg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082637727026012754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ><br />(pintura de Vicent Van Gogh, 1853-1890)<br /><br /><br />maltrapilho, menino faminto<br />alma em frangalhos<br />abcesso do mundo. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-7166499643541527716?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-7049146549183053242007-07-02T13:11:00.000-03:002007-08-08T21:59:02.958-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rokj-nFiYkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lJuElPZRjks/s1600-h/monet+nuvem+barco.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rokj-nFiYkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lJuElPZRjks/s320/monet+nuvem+barco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082633213015384642" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />(pintura de Claude Monet, 1840-1926)<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ><br />Nuvens de chumbo cobrem o céu<br />- prenúncio de chuva -<br />meu coração feliz! </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-704914654918305324?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-66408498123669833152007-07-01T11:56:00.000-03:002007-07-01T11:59:59.670-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RofBO3FiYjI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Y2I9OpiYc2c/s1600-h/flor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RofBO3FiYjI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Y2I9OpiYc2c/s320/flor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082243165560398386" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><b style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >PÉ,<br />ESPETA.<br /><br />E<br /><br />ELAS,<br />PÉTALAS!</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; line-height: 150%;">(pintura de Henri Matisse, 1869-1954)<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-6640849812366983315?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-36974436230251947822007-07-01T01:22:00.000-03:002007-07-01T01:25:07.424-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RocsaXFiYiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Sq8xVd78lrY/s1600-h/modigliani+vermelho.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RocsaXFiYiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Sq8xVd78lrY/s320/modigliani+vermelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082079535896355362" border="0" /></a><b style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ></span></b> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Viu no jornal,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >quis imitar.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Matou o<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >polícia!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Morreu no Centro de Triagem.</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">(pintura de Amedeo Modigliani, 1884-1920)<br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-3697443623025194782?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-59518797993534528842007-06-27T17:58:00.000-03:002007-06-27T18:05:50.656-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RoLPzHFiYhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qqDSbVWnLfw/s1600-h/MONET.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RoLPzHFiYhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qqDSbVWnLfw/s320/MONET.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080851806609891858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ><br /><br /><br /><br />(pintura de Claude Monet, 1840-1926)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >Tolices de um capitão-mor</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >insiste ao leme</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >sua nau frágil. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-5951879799353452884?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-26830514637215804482007-06-26T22:54:00.000-03:002007-06-27T18:07:10.467-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RoHDmXFiYgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Tt49f2153wk/s1600-h/PICASSO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RoHDmXFiYgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Tt49f2153wk/s320/PICASSO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080556918450315778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >não sou triste</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >nem plenamente feliz</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >lágrimas e sorrisos completam meu viver.</span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ><br />(pintura de Pablo Picasso, 1881-1973)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-2683051463721580448?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-85148252269290981782007-06-25T15:50:00.000-03:002007-06-25T16:10:59.358-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RoARpGrquzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-PI9IjAqpOQ/s1600-h/van+gohg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RoARpGrquzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-PI9IjAqpOQ/s320/van+gohg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080079777539996466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >sóis em azul<br />sóis em vermelho<br />sonhos em lilás...<br />(pintura de Vicent Van Gogh, 1853-1890)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-8514825226929098178?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-84966983939558108932007-06-25T14:40:00.000-03:002007-06-25T15:02:59.227-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RoABzGrquyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CQHl0IYDG_w/s1600-h/botticelli.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RoABzGrquyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CQHl0IYDG_w/s320/botticelli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080062357152643874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Arial;">Ascendente. Solar<br /><o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Uivo, coice<br />e cansaço.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Centauro desarmado.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Flecha e choro<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Chão.</span></p><br />(pintura de Sandro Botticelli, 1445-1510)<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-8496698393955810893?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-88894569351682054582007-06-20T12:43:00.000-03:002007-06-20T13:06:48.876-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnlQKGrquwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KrGSE9ZPWAI/s1600-h/kandinsky.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnlQKGrquwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KrGSE9ZPWAI/s320/kandinsky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078178189359627010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Gosto do amor<br />com seus penduricalhos<br />e atalhos rápidos.<br /><br />Ora azeite<br />ora enfeite<br />doce deleite...<br /><br />Gosto do amor<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >com gosto de festa!</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">(pintura de Wassily Kandinsky, 1866-1944)<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br /><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-8889456935168205458?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-72490419987128300822007-06-20T12:39:00.001-03:002007-06-20T12:43:53.100-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnlK7mrquuI/AAAAAAAAADo/_dljpCdNrB4/s1600-h/P%C3%89S+DE+FRIDA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnlK7mrquuI/AAAAAAAAADo/_dljpCdNrB4/s320/P%C3%89S+DE+FRIDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078172442693384930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ></span><b style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br /></span></b><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Viver é circular<br />- do pé ao miolo -<br />o sangue.<br /><br />olhares factuais<br />a inspirar cotidianos!<br /><br /></span>(pintura de Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-7249041998712830082?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-26491722576317022922007-06-19T13:15:00.001-03:002007-06-19T13:17:27.490-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RngBQ2rqusI/AAAAAAAAADY/OJiv_L7KMQ4/s1600-h/COSTAS+PICASSO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RngBQ2rqusI/AAAAAAAAADY/OJiv_L7KMQ4/s320/COSTAS+PICASSO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077809968928438978" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />A dor começou nas costas<br />mais ou menos na mesma época<br />em que o tédio virou seu vizinho...</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">(pintura de Pablo Picasso, 1881-1973)<br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-2649172257631702292?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-77038174671665095492007-06-19T13:02:00.001-03:002007-06-19T13:17:45.036-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rnf-aGrqurI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Y9HyVWmU4r4/s1600-h/GATO+PORTINARI.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rnf-aGrqurI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Y9HyVWmU4r4/s320/GATO+PORTINARI.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077806829307345586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >Sorridente<br />- em cima do muro -<br />gato espia o asfalto...<br /><br />(pintura de Candido Portinari, 1903-1962)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-7703817467166509549?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-15468072279747652732007-06-19T12:34:00.000-03:002007-06-19T13:17:56.452-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rnf372rquqI/AAAAAAAAADI/D7aYIlSYxhg/s1600-h/O+BEIJO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rnf372rquqI/AAAAAAAAADI/D7aYIlSYxhg/s320/O+BEIJO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077799712546536098" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br />substantivo concreto<br />mesmo se o amar é incerto...</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">(pintura de Gustav Klimt, 1862-1918)<br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" > <o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-1546807227974765273?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-30181413672587064412007-06-15T12:51:00.001-03:002007-06-15T12:52:29.625-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnK1jWrqupI/AAAAAAAAADA/fXU81eR5tKE/s1600-h/MONET+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnK1jWrqupI/AAAAAAAAADA/fXU81eR5tKE/s320/MONET+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076319348988754578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >verde-escuro<br />- cheiros da mata -<br />recanto de vida virgem...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial;">(pintura de Claude Monet, 1840-1926)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-3018141367258706441?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-84173267969239482172007-06-15T12:00:00.000-03:002007-06-15T12:02:26.399-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnKpz2rquoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wYgUDKkSHAI/s1600-h/FRIDA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnKpz2rquoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wYgUDKkSHAI/s320/FRIDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076306438317062786" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" > <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >se verso livre<br />reverso da palavra...</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal">(pintura de Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954)</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-8417326796923948217?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-65613326629764703142007-06-14T11:09:00.000-03:002007-06-15T14:03:43.622-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnFMUWrqunI/AAAAAAAAACw/I5qHIMAnNUc/s1600-h/gustav.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnFMUWrqunI/AAAAAAAAACw/I5qHIMAnNUc/s320/gustav.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075922167593089650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br /><br /><br /></span>(pintura de Gustav Klimt, 1862-1918)<br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br /><br />- Vai partir?<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- Sim.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- Tem volta?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- Não.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- E certeza?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- Sim.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Dor de cabeça...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- Que pena.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- Vai assim mesmo?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- Sim...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- Então, vai com Deus.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- Fique com Ele.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Mal estar. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Dor de cabeça, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >estômago, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >febre.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- Toma um remédio.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- Tomo.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- Vou pegar e fico.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" > <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Espero tua dor passar...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-6561332662976470314?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-67334298008134009412007-06-14T10:57:00.000-03:002007-06-14T10:59:39.405-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnFJwWrqulI/AAAAAAAAACc/l-YwH8-KZQU/s1600-h/monet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnFJwWrqulI/AAAAAAAAACc/l-YwH8-KZQU/s320/monet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075919350094543442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" > vela, vento voraz<br />velha voz de um marinheiro<br />olhar vazio e vinho do Porto.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">(pintura de Claude Monet, 1840-1926)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-6733429800813400941?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-22718761417437442722007-06-14T10:36:00.000-03:002007-06-14T10:43:55.534-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnFFmGrqukI/AAAAAAAAACU/dLMd3EIZBXs/s1600-h/PICASSO+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnFFmGrqukI/AAAAAAAAACU/dLMd3EIZBXs/s320/PICASSO+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075914775954373186" border="0" /></a><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >Quando o desejo se perde no tempo,<br />é desejo fraco?<br />Fugaz?<br />Ou é culpa do tempo<br />que foi longo demais?!</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">(pintura de Pablo Picasso, 1881-1973)</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br /><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-2271876141743744272?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-52913249327203863982007-06-14T10:31:00.000-03:002007-06-14T10:35:08.896-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnFD1GrqujI/AAAAAAAAACM/LqxUd7_E9xY/s1600-h/VAN+GOGH.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RnFD1GrqujI/AAAAAAAAACM/LqxUd7_E9xY/s320/VAN+GOGH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075912834629155378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Sou pensamentos que pousam com o vento </span><span style="color:blue;"></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />e pontinhas dos dedos a tocar o sol.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <h3><o:p> </o:p></h3><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >(pintura de Vicent Van Gogh, 1853-1890)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-5291324932720386398?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-26193730807083341452007-06-13T10:21:00.000-03:002007-06-13T10:26:32.322-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rm_wNWrquiI/AAAAAAAAACE/SPMa11w8Ylc/s1600-h/DICAVALCANTE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rm_wNWrquiI/AAAAAAAAACE/SPMa11w8Ylc/s320/DICAVALCANTE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075539417287539234" border="0" /></a><br /><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ></span></b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ><br />negras e ágeis<br />mãos em batuque<br />som de coração<br /><br /><br />(pintura de Emiliano Augusto di Cavalcanti, 1897-1976)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-2619373080708334145?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-53447391055526107922007-06-13T10:17:00.001-03:002007-06-13T10:19:05.858-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rm_uiGrquhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6MTbwX-MYOY/s1600-h/DIA+CLARO+PINTURA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rm_uiGrquhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6MTbwX-MYOY/s320/DIA+CLARO+PINTURA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075537574746569234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >Um sol imperial<br />esgarça o céu<br />da minha fortaleza...<br /><br />(pintura de Paul Gauguin, 1848-1903)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-5344739105552610792?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-13794698822711988522007-06-12T17:31:00.000-03:002007-06-12T17:33:47.778-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rm8C4GrqugI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YTQh4NB-mZc/s1600-h/cadeira+morris.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rm8C4GrqugI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YTQh4NB-mZc/s320/cadeira+morris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075278467959536130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >Curvado<br />tropeço em meus pés...<br /><br />O corpo já não te acompanha.<br /><br />(pintura de William Morris, 1834-1896)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-1379469882271198852?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-34432231389422931882007-06-12T17:11:00.000-03:002007-06-12T17:25:44.436-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rm8BGGrqufI/AAAAAAAAABs/NabapwJHLoU/s1600-h/FRIDA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rm8BGGrqufI/AAAAAAAAABs/NabapwJHLoU/s320/FRIDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075276509454449138" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></b><span style="font-family:Arial;">sua sina é ser cativa,<br />em correntes de significados.<br /><br />Sina má ou boa?<br />Não importa.<br /><br />São as entrelinhas que libertam!</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">(pintura de Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954)<br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-3443223138942293188?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-32409900180023276582007-06-11T12:08:00.001-03:002007-06-11T12:11:04.811-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rm1lkWrqueI/AAAAAAAAABk/RYR-QAxJJF4/s1600-h/MATISSE+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rm1lkWrqueI/AAAAAAAAABk/RYR-QAxJJF4/s320/MATISSE+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074824030354848226" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" ><br />Balança o quadril<br />sobe e desce ladeiras<br />ânfora equilibrada na cabeça...<br /><br />(pintura de Henri Matisse, 1869-1954)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-3240990018002327658?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-43867239637455411322007-06-11T11:54:00.001-03:002007-06-11T12:00:00.958-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rm1iT2rqudI/AAAAAAAAABc/aI1GcgFpm0U/s1600-h/MATISSE+SOMBRA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/Rm1iT2rqudI/AAAAAAAAABc/aI1GcgFpm0U/s320/MATISSE+SOMBRA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074820448352123346" border="0" /></a><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" ><br />Se ele pisa,<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" >ela chão<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" >Se ele maltrata,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" >ela afago</span></p> <p class="NORMAL" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" >Se ele judia, ela carinho.</span></p><p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><br /></p><p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" ><br /></span></p> <p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" >Ela acalanta, ele truculento<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" >Ela protege, ele algoz.</span></p><p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><br /><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" >Se ele grita,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" >ela canto<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" >se ele espanca, ela força.</span></p><p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><br /><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" >Ela mais forte que o eclipse!</span></p><br /><p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left"><br /></p><p class="NORMAL" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="left">(pintura de Henri Matisse, 1869-1954)<br /><span style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: normal;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-4386723963745541132?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-5375164134277232972007-06-09T17:57:00.000-03:002007-06-09T18:02:06.064-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RmsUWWrqucI/AAAAAAAAABU/NlQ-CRnVotE/s1600-h/PICASSO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RmsUWWrqucI/AAAAAAAAABU/NlQ-CRnVotE/s320/PICASSO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074171779441408450" border="0" /></a><br />O que faz tão menina no roçado?<br /><br />capina, semeia<br />agua, colhe<br />e capina de novo!<br /><br /><br />é tão miúda<br />e já trabalha assim!<br /><br />A que horas brinca essa menina?<br /><br />Não brinca,<br />só trabaia, só trabaia<br /><br />e às vezes sonha...<br /><br />(pintura de Pablo Picasso, 1881-1973)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-537516413427723297?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-81275715875368915122007-06-09T16:05:00.000-03:002007-06-09T18:01:51.546-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RmsL52rquZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J4rMdiYu2Yw/s1600-h/FOLHA+PINTURA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RmsL52rquZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J4rMdiYu2Yw/s320/FOLHA+PINTURA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074162493722114450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:maroon;" >Mata verde.<br />Galhos secos gemem<br />sob os meus pés...<br /><br />(pintura de William Morris, 1834-1896)<br /><span style=""> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-8127571587536891512?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-70720254712305226602007-06-08T23:07:00.001-03:002007-06-08T23:09:35.978-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RmoLf2rquXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zST6tLF7mIQ/s1600-h/VAN+GOHG+JANGADA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RmoLf2rquXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zST6tLF7mIQ/s320/VAN+GOHG+JANGADA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073880572068804978" border="0" /></a><br /><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: maroon;"></span></b><b style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: maroon;"><span style=""></span></span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: maroon;"><br /><br />Rede pesada<br />mar sereno<br />desejo de mulata...<br /><br /><br /><br />(pintura de Vicent Van Gogh, 1853-1890)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-7072025471230522660?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-14086789068732485862007-06-08T22:53:00.000-03:002007-06-08T23:00:30.253-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RmoJKWrquWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9ewy8esZrFU/s1600-h/KLIMT+MAE+E+FILHO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RmoJKWrquWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9ewy8esZrFU/s320/KLIMT+MAE+E+FILHO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073878003678361954" border="0" /></a><b style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" > <o:p></o:p></span></b> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >teu ventre,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >a primeira morada<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >de um rebento <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >que rasga tuas entranhas...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >madrecita, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >mama mia, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >mamãe</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >- tantas maneiras de chamar o amor -</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >liberta dos nove meses de espera<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >és cativa da sina <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" >por amar incondicionalmente...</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">(pintura de Gustav Klimt, 1862-1918)<br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;" > <o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-1408678906873248586?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165288254320798191.post-47568602008679291122007-06-08T22:43:00.000-03:002007-06-09T13:05:04.706-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RmoF72rquVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ebwbivtIFBo/s1600-h/MONET+CATAVENTO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073874456035375442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TDEBSvfvWZM/RmoF72rquVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ebwbivtIFBo/s320/MONET+CATAVENTO.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><h3></h3><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"><br />Vento cantando,<br />águas de moinho.<br /><br />Cata-vento,<br />cata!<br /><br />- passarinho -<br /><br /><br />No céu,<br />uma pipa a subir.<br /><br />(pintura de Claude Monet, 1840-1926)<br /></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6165288254320798191-4756860200867929112?l=velhasarahamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Aminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14907445656465507509noreply@blogger.com0