tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51829054417486047852024-03-19T03:15:46.506-07:00DEDÉ MONTEIROEscritor, Poeta, Professor, e acima de tudo irmão!
Dedé é um misto de coisas boas.Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-82090050376718983852013-02-23T05:57:00.000-08:002013-02-23T05:57:47.114-08:00PROCON-PE ALERTA SOBRE EMPRESA TELEXFREE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O PROCON Pernambuco vem recebendo desde o início do ano, consumidores buscando informações a respeito da legitimidade da empresa Telexfree.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A Telexfree é uma empresa de ligações em VOIP, que promete remunerar quem aceita trabalhar na rede. Os adeptos precisam publicar diariamente alguns anúncios da empresa em sites da internet. No entanto, para entrar no negócio, o cidadão precisa fazer um investimento que varia de US$ 299,00 a US$ 1.375,00. Os ganhos prometidos pela Telexfree aos participantes variam de US$ 20 a US$ 100 por semana.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O PROCON-PE se preocupa em esclarecer a população sobre o grande risco existente (quando um cidadão aceita participar dessa rede), pois trata-se de um negócio baseado na“pirâmide de ponzi”, onde o lucro é condicionado ao envolvimento de novos investidores.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O PROCON-PE esclarece que caso o cidadão que entrou no negócio seja lesado, a denúncia deverá ser feita ao Ministério Público ou a Polícia Federal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Conheça a pirâmide de Ponzi - A pirâmide tem o nome por conta do imigrante italiano Charles Ponzi, que conseguiu fazer fortuna rapidamente nos Estados Unidos utilizando esse método. Esse sistema financeiro é insustentável e funciona a base de novos investidores. Os primeiros envolvidos investem e conseguem lucrar recrutando outros participantes, porém, quanto maior o alcance da pirâmide, menos sustentável ela fica, pois ela depende dos investimentos posteriores. Sem novos investimentos, a grande parcela dos envolvidos fica no prejuízo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Veja mais informações sobre a Telexfree: <a href="http://acertodecontas.blog.br/economia/telexfree-seja-o-pato-ou-apivestruz-do-momento/">http://acertodecontas.blog.br/economia/telexfree-seja-o-pato-ou-apivestruz-do-momento/</a></span><br />
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Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-63715368477400883832013-02-23T05:48:00.000-08:002013-02-23T05:48:05.576-08:00E-mail em Versos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No dia 10 de setembro deste ano eu estive em Tabira, terra do poeta Dedé Monteiro e de muitos outros. Foi um dia de muita alegria e poesia, participei do programa de rádio do amigo e poeta Genildo Santana e também visitei a escola de poesia onde, naquele dia, se iniciava mais uma turma de novos poetas.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Junto com Dedé Monteiro, Adeval Soares, Dudu Morais, Genildo Santana, Miguel Leonardo entre outros declamei dois poemas para aquela turma. E ontem, 06/10, fiquei muito feliz ao receber estes versos, por e-mail, do poeta Adeval Soares:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Caro Poeta Hélio Leite.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Estou muito agradecido</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Por tê-lo como poeta</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E por tê-lo conhecido.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Seu espírito encantador</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Repleto de poesia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Transmite simplicidade</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Humildade e alegria.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O seu jeito acolhedor</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Que a toda pessoa inspira</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Semeou mais poesia</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quando retornar à terra</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mais poética do Sertão.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Venha a Tabira, que a gente</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O recebe novamente</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Co`a mesma satisfação.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Um grande abraço.</span><br />
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Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-14186670427770273722012-06-13T04:36:00.002-07:002012-06-13T04:42:38.516-07:00Triste Sina - Thiago Monteiro<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><img alt="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQRgew3QF3BH-8te5mCpa3J2aXJhvSs1jIMNUg6tQlj6NkQ7z51vrPAQxg8de84LcGyZd9IPKrh5agNTOZNp8EQW1Ekq9aN1LLx3P2GfmnyL4aJzbxfonyngrsDKejDi7rhWZ-A5zhEA/s320/VELHO+SERTANEJO+EM+SUPLICA.jpg" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQRgew3QF3BH-8te5mCpa3J2aXJhvSs1jIMNUg6tQlj6NkQ7z51vrPAQxg8de84LcGyZd9IPKrh5agNTOZNp8EQW1Ekq9aN1LLx3P2GfmnyL4aJzbxfonyngrsDKejDi7rhWZ-A5zhEA/s320/VELHO+SERTANEJO+EM+SUPLICA.jpg" /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">Triste sina de um pai que sofre e chora</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Por estar em um beco mendigando</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E o seu filho do lado observando </span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Esta cena tristonha a toda hora </span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Por melhoras a Deus, o velho implora </span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pra que tire essa dor que lhe consome </span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">O que ganha é tão pouco, que só come</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Se primeiro souber que a sua cria</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Não está de barriga mais vazia</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pra nenhum deles dois morrer de fome.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Thiago Monteiro </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">(12-06-2012)</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"></div><br /><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-51282499086042343882012-06-06T06:41:00.001-07:002012-06-06T06:43:03.175-07:00A Casa que Gonga fez - Paulo Monteiro<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iybUlkM4f18" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-29029288727482039662012-05-15T12:29:00.002-07:002012-05-15T12:32:19.944-07:00Anjo do Sertão<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmf9PnuuP5b9DY7RXwD-de3gVNiFX4SsbpESdeR6Y64tYzHRSszvvL4HfkXVs4gBi9a1GK0Ut2wGCWf7wlWwqVBX3MBENS6PfoWw0HoeKWkDTLiyB0D5u8F8Q3wMoNdbS6UgHwSpQDh9Y/s1600/imagem.PNG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmf9PnuuP5b9DY7RXwD-de3gVNiFX4SsbpESdeR6Y64tYzHRSszvvL4HfkXVs4gBi9a1GK0Ut2wGCWf7wlWwqVBX3MBENS6PfoWw0HoeKWkDTLiyB0D5u8F8Q3wMoNdbS6UgHwSpQDh9Y/s400/imagem.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5742845119157511602" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br style="font-family:arial;"><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Tens a face de um ser celestial</span><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Desenhada das mãos do pai celeste</span><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Pra enfeitar este mundo, tu vieste</span><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">bem na forma de um ser angelical</span><br style="font-family:arial;"><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Tens o cheiro do orvalho matinal</span><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Quando junta com as gotas do sereno</span><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Desenhada num molde lindo e pleno</span><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Parecendo um enfeite de natal</span><br style="font-family:arial;"><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Doce anjo que enrosca o meu pensar</span><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Tão sensível que chego a imaginar</span><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Pois amar-te de mais, também condiz</span><br style="font-family:arial;"><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Mas não sei se mereço isso que vejo</span><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Ou talvez permaneça neste ensejo</span><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">De amar-te e fazer-te então feliz.</span><br style="font-family:arial;"><br style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >-Henrique Brandão-</span><br style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Serra Talhada</span><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-4731833729500333172012-05-15T12:27:00.000-07:002012-05-15T12:28:35.580-07:00Um Belo Mote e Uma Grande Estrofe<div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Certa vez José Javas pediu para Jeverson glosar este mote:</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me fere mais que navalha afiada</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A saudade presente no meu peito</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ele disse:</span><br /></div><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ela foi, São Paulo sendo destino</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Me deixando chorando de saudade</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Eu não sei se isso é uma maldade</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Maltratar o coração d'um menino</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Do rumo da vida perdi o pino</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Esquecer, eu tentei mas não tem jeito</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Já não sei se isso em mim é um defeito</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Chamar essa mulher de minha amada</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Me fere mais que navalha afiada</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A saudade presente no meu peito</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">(Jeverson Madureira 25/12/2011)</span><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-20061382548695666192012-05-15T07:12:00.001-07:002012-05-15T07:14:30.605-07:00São José do Belmonte<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9lYKbWrzGKl_g-gWvRgO7CUpJ506AIulyOM-qKZ2G8l8x-Y48utFlJm54TqyS2qnyVO7ZI8Y_t0S9waRwm8HdW16nQg56Na67PTdgj-CksdfCD56i7sZ3_WQeeRxlh6gcm1gk_f3aAXw/s1600/magno+machado+sao+jose+do+belmonte+pe.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; font-family: arial;"><img style="width: 405px; height: 149px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9lYKbWrzGKl_g-gWvRgO7CUpJ506AIulyOM-qKZ2G8l8x-Y48utFlJm54TqyS2qnyVO7ZI8Y_t0S9waRwm8HdW16nQg56Na67PTdgj-CksdfCD56i7sZ3_WQeeRxlh6gcm1gk_f3aAXw/s640/magno+machado+sao+jose+do+belmonte+pe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Arte de Magno Machado<br />https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002284009126</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Glosas de Cícero Moraes, Mote do 4º Desafio Nordestino de Cantadores.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Eu venho lá do sertão</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Da terra da cavalgada</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E d´uma pedra encantada</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Que é seu lindo cartão</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Onde Dom Sebastião</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ergueria um reino seu</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mas isso não ocorreu</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Só história que ficou</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sou eu quem sabe o que sou,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Quem sabe o que sou, sou eu!</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Em São José do Belmonte</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Minha querida cidade,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Eu sinto muita saudade</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">De beber água na fonte,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Por lá sempre tem quem conte</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tudo o quanto aconteceu</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Casou, separou, morreu,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Vendeu, fugiu, embuchou,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sou eu quem sabe o que sou,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Quem sabe o que sou, sou eu!</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E na arte da poesia</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Eu sempre fui apegado</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sempre me sinto honrado</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Quando vou à cantoria</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">No mundo ninguém faria</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mudar esse jeito meu</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Que só se fortaleceu</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Com o tempo que passou</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sou eu quem sabe o que sou,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Quem sabe o que sou, sou eu!</span><br /><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Fonte: <a href="http://www.poetaciceromoraes.com">Blog do Poeta Belmontense</a></span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-87383281419007194282012-05-15T05:48:00.000-07:002012-05-15T05:49:31.418-07:00SONETO DA SAUDADE - Pepita Lins<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 265px; height: 199px;" alt="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5TtrpvggdOm8PV-4SYxzBzQvODggF-8lReelBovnt_XM8KCqLlxC5Q8UQjsPyYcpmhWRxKvNJ8FL5bhBDVCSGc8qJoeCP5hLclxMIW4EZKjMqQ35iUMvJk5ejhzTsA4-2NZbCPSzfiKY/s400/Pepita+Lins.jpg" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5TtrpvggdOm8PV-4SYxzBzQvODggF-8lReelBovnt_XM8KCqLlxC5Q8UQjsPyYcpmhWRxKvNJ8FL5bhBDVCSGc8qJoeCP5hLclxMIW4EZKjMqQ35iUMvJk5ejhzTsA4-2NZbCPSzfiKY/s400/Pepita+Lins.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;">No meu peito a saudade ainda mora,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Dilacera e arrebenta o coração</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pois quem amo bateu azas foi embora,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Me deixou essa amarga solidão.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E agora vivo eu sem ter destino,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sem certeza do que quero e do que faço,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Só o desejo de te ter no meu caminho</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E a vontade de cair no teu abraço.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Se eu soubesse que a saudade assim doía</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E que de ti tão distante eu ficaria,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Não teria te dado a minha paz.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E agora coração tá em perigo,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Machucado, confuso tão doído,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tá sofrido por tão só te amar demais.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">*****</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">IMPROVISO</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Não sei mais me esquecer de te lembrar</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E te vendo assim eu enlouqueço</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E o meu peito cansado de chorar</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Lembra ainda que de ti eu não me esqueço.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Pepita Lins</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-61995493602809254742012-05-15T03:52:00.001-07:002012-05-15T05:56:43.563-07:00Maria Dapaz na Jovem Pan AM 620<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8SS06b7x5PaHq1yfiy2CTRX6yiDiWmggE0G_ig4urtBn_N-53tkyKl_gTHgwNzIDv4Wary9dC3ONUuVjGSoeCOszpVIYLPNYM52Gr84LiO-UrQYqrISQLF_nL0sXGvLd6Zf2gCxCMsPM/s1600/imagem.PNG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8SS06b7x5PaHq1yfiy2CTRX6yiDiWmggE0G_ig4urtBn_N-53tkyKl_gTHgwNzIDv4Wary9dC3ONUuVjGSoeCOszpVIYLPNYM52Gr84LiO-UrQYqrISQLF_nL0sXGvLd6Zf2gCxCMsPM/s400/imagem.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5742743113375251522" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;" >Maria Dapaz dá entrevista na Jovem Pan AM 620 nesta terça, às 23h55</span><br style="font-family:arial;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br face="arial"><span style="font-family:arial;">Por telefone, ao vivo dos estúdios de São Paulo terça-feira, dia 15/05 às 23h55 no programa apresentado por José Luiz Menegatti, para falar do lançamento do CD Vida de Viajante em homenagem ao Centenário Luiz Gonzaga, pela gravadora Atração.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;" >www.mariadapaz.com</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;" >ou</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;" >www.jovempan.uol.com.br</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-83179114134188293852012-05-14T11:42:00.000-07:002012-05-14T11:43:53.154-07:00Eventos - Irah e Marciel Melo<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5onG_3_7saQ/T7B32uRRG8I/AAAAAAAABEo/PgHcfWLvvyw/s400/Irah0Maciel1.jpg" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5onG_3_7saQ/T7B32uRRG8I/AAAAAAAABEo/PgHcfWLvvyw/s400/Irah0Maciel1.jpg" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Não percaaaaaam!</span><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-74701716522981375592012-05-14T10:54:00.001-07:002012-05-14T10:56:31.463-07:00Glosando na Estrada - Mote de Eniel Alves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsM2EGpLqjRreBCNhcklr_AGO-GRtwKWG3aFDD0lL1ng-wwUz3Eh5TmxERIVhZP20iWVnMpybQCpsos4bFPJZJR6rndJ2m0w1R7eftUApiEK4cnazsmxsFp8AqKve872A3josodpIgBYBA/s1600/Cavalo4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; font-family: arial;"><img style="width: 332px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsM2EGpLqjRreBCNhcklr_AGO-GRtwKWG3aFDD0lL1ng-wwUz3Eh5TmxERIVhZP20iWVnMpybQCpsos4bFPJZJR6rndJ2m0w1R7eftUApiEK4cnazsmxsFp8AqKve872A3josodpIgBYBA/s400/Cavalo4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Dia 06 passado, a caminho de Tuparetama para participarmos da</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"> 12ª edição do Balaio Cultural, o poeta tabirense </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Eniel Alves apresentou este mote e eu fiz estes versos:</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Quando o vaqueiro mudou-se</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Para a casa do Senhor,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A hora do sol se por</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ficou feia, acinzentou-se.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">O nó da corda afrouxou-se,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ficou manso o marroeiro</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E o cachorro companheiro</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Junto da cova morreu</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E o cavalo entristeceu</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Com saudade do vaqueiro.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">O rei da dor no seu trono</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Não respeita bicho bruto,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Faz cavalo vestir luto</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Com saudade do seu dono.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Vaqueiro, pobre colono,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Não deixa nada ao herdeiro,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Que seu cavalo primeiro</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Lhe serviu, mas não foi seu</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E o cavalo entristeceu</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Com saudade do vaqueiro.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Alexandre Morais</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-36518989356109222862012-05-14T10:52:00.000-07:002012-05-14T10:53:50.462-07:00Estante Cultural<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjiYvzWySga_EOu4cPh-lL-0oau0GHV4xTfAiaNhhUtXlQn7NfuUwfwwLIjGTeSwqgvwGNlSOego9t2Ew3JGPKEdfIw2DiI4msPFm0nqVrmmf9zXhWWBdeCMgAM8h3kGQ_2uMoArIa2l73/s1600/fanpage1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjiYvzWySga_EOu4cPh-lL-0oau0GHV4xTfAiaNhhUtXlQn7NfuUwfwwLIjGTeSwqgvwGNlSOego9t2Ew3JGPKEdfIw2DiI4msPFm0nqVrmmf9zXhWWBdeCMgAM8h3kGQ_2uMoArIa2l73/s400/fanpage1.jpg" border="0" height="400" width="346" /></a><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Agora você encontra os melhores produtos da cultura nordestina em um só lugar!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"> A primeira bodega online chega pra você com um gosto popular,</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"> com as raízes da poesia pura e do cordel, com a beleza nordestina dos seus artistas.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Entre, a bodega é sua!</span><br /><br />Fonte: <span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://culturaecoisaetal.blogspot.com.br/">Blog Cultura Coisa e Tal<br style="font-weight: bold;"></a></span><br /><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-86442258731366803452012-05-14T10:49:00.000-07:002012-05-14T10:50:49.050-07:00TÃO DISTANTE PÁTRIA MINHA - Alexandre Crof<br style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sp-l2abdajQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Vídeo feito para o poema Tão distante Pátria Minha, de minha autoria.</span><br style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tenho fome da tua pele virgem</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Dos teus segredos quase intocados</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Dos ares esquecidos e quentes e gelados</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tenho sede do teu verde</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Do teu mar e água marrom</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Imagino, tão longe</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">O canto livre dos teus pássaros livres</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sinto, tão longe </span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Um raio de sol por entre as sombras das folhas</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Flora brasileira</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Em gesto de afeto</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Abraço a madeira do teu corpo</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E com sossego, vem a mim o tempo</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Todos os teus séculos já vividos</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E todos vindouros até depois de minha morte</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ó pátria</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Como o pé difere dos olhos</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Como pasmo com o sul e o norte</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Vivo embaixo do teu teto, mãe</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E, mesmo assim, permaneço tão distante</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Verdade esta de outros filhos teus</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mas eu, teu filho, não perco a mania de sonhar</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E quem sabe uma dia, cantemos todos para que o Sol da Liberdade</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">não seja exclusivo aos anos que se repetem a cada quatro</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Quando chuteiras são amarradas </span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E milhões transpiram diante da TV.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Eu, filho teu, que em testemunho </span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Escrevo estes versos</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pelo amor que emano</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pela admiração de cada gota</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Do suor e da chuva</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Dos dias de quem luta</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pelo orgulho de ser brasileiro</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Alexandre Crof</span><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-25112766638223185612012-05-14T10:45:00.000-07:002012-05-14T10:46:53.624-07:00Os Saltimbancos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehEREo_c0ps/T6UUXpXYz1I/AAAAAAAABDw/NMrvRTrVKb8/s1600/feita+02+para+postar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehEREo_c0ps/T6UUXpXYz1I/AAAAAAAABDw/NMrvRTrVKb8/s400/feita+02+para+postar.jpg" border="0" height="400" width="266" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Os Saltimbancos conta a história de quatro animais revoltados com<br />as obrigações impostas pelos seus patrões.<br />Um jumento que não aguenta mais carregar peso nas costas e ser chamado de burro;<br /> cachorro cansado de ser cão-de-guarda; uma galinha que não bota mais ovo e uma gata de madame desejando liberdade para poder cantar.<br />Uma história para toda família.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Data: 19 de Maio de 2012</span><br style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Local: Clube Lítero Social Tabirense(ao lado da rodoviária)</span><br style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Tabira- PE</span><br style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Contatos (87) 9927.2250 / 9936.0982</span><br style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Email:neidenascimentope@hotmail.com</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-43134230205450816642012-05-14T10:43:00.000-07:002012-05-14T10:45:36.102-07:00Clisertão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_anwVsodlkrx85KBUxQHnMlncAxcp1P_9DPAEI-zLbpEA65V0hs3RfxdQT2LeiqPwftJuvQxa8p5vyRQ0t8_b1qRfli5IGX_6kpKbWXwepuOnYgKhdYRjIUjz1-NPg7FXMR4K7bElZhxm/s1600/Canc%C3%A3o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_anwVsodlkrx85KBUxQHnMlncAxcp1P_9DPAEI-zLbpEA65V0hs3RfxdQT2LeiqPwftJuvQxa8p5vyRQ0t8_b1qRfli5IGX_6kpKbWXwepuOnYgKhdYRjIUjz1-NPg7FXMR4K7bElZhxm/s400/Canc%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" height="283" width="400" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-90816062759128584432012-04-20T06:42:00.000-07:002012-04-20T06:45:09.094-07:00Queria ser poeta...<img style="width: 288px; height: 205px;" alt="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76jZ4KLBHh08fibuMqYclOaFrBmQvixI0tW8YJZ9XaT3v4IykH-dFWdupr7lIWKSnL6w_t2Ro6ZBD8XIORUmq6TUnYhM00Gnmxyjr7a-Apk5Q2Gtir6d3V4fYxRv7ohB70zFwIzMS-KUo/s1600/20-10+dia+do+poeta.jpg" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76jZ4KLBHh08fibuMqYclOaFrBmQvixI0tW8YJZ9XaT3v4IykH-dFWdupr7lIWKSnL6w_t2Ro6ZBD8XIORUmq6TUnYhM00Gnmxyjr7a-Apk5Q2Gtir6d3V4fYxRv7ohB70zFwIzMS-KUo/s1600/20-10+dia+do+poeta.jpg" /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Se eu fosse poeta, seria feliz</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Não teria vergonha de mostrar meu pranto</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E saberia transformar em canto</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">As palavras-dores que meu peito diz.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Se eu fosse poeta, seria aprendiz</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E quando aprendesse ensinaria tanto</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sentiria um misto de paz e espanto</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Quando eu recitasse um verso que fiz.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mas não sou poeta, não tive essa graça</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Por mais que eu deseje, o que quer que eu faça</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Em versos meus ais, não sei traduzir.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Se eu fosse poeta, essas minhas dores</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Eu as curaria com versos de amores</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Não sendo poeta, só as sei sentir.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Brás Costa</span></span>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-83636318863478795412012-04-20T06:40:00.000-07:002012-04-20T06:41:54.612-07:00Parafuso de Cabo de Serrote.<div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rjZcVvuvwM0" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="360"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Uma grande poesia de um grande artista.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Inteligente e exemplo de criatividade na composicao do<br />texto simples, mas, genial.</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-56478062341362866502012-04-20T06:37:00.000-07:002012-04-20T06:38:13.959-07:00Parafuso de Cabo de Serrote<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFNJYKn8vS1S2q2xVI0HxHvccLjMkOKDOOXj628xMUhiH9uL1STWVTp33B34nhx0GIKnx9OKggH7JAb0nWtk7z56k3QN9_kpWUZAZmFx2AMRAquaT2YpcvwkfT90bQTL2-OXRwz5iHt8/s1600/bodega.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFNJYKn8vS1S2q2xVI0HxHvccLjMkOKDOOXj628xMUhiH9uL1STWVTp33B34nhx0GIKnx9OKggH7JAb0nWtk7z56k3QN9_kpWUZAZmFx2AMRAquaT2YpcvwkfT90bQTL2-OXRwz5iHt8/s320/bodega.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />A mais perfeita descrição de uma bodega do interior nordestino:</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tem uma placa de Fanta encardida</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A bodega da rua enladeirada</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Meia dúzia de portas arqueadas</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E uma grande ingazeira na esquina</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A ladeira pra frente se declina</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E a calçada vai reta nivelada</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Forma palmos de altura de calçada</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Que nos dias de feira o bodegueiro</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Faz comércio rasteiro e barateiro</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Num assoalho de lona amarelada.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Se espalha uma colcha de mangalho:</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">É cabestro, é cangalha e é peixeira</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Urupema, pilão, desnatadeira</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Candeeiro, cabaço e armador</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Enxadeco, fueiro, e amolador</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Alpercata, chicote e landuá</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Arataca, bisaco e alguidar</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pé de cabra, chocalho e dobradiça</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Se olhar duma vez dá uma doidiça</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Que é capaz do matuto se endoidar.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">É bodega pequena cor de gis</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sortimento surtindo grande efeito</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Meia dúzia de frascos de confeito</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Carrossel de açúcar dos guris</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Querosene se encontra nos barris</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Onde a gata amamenta a gataiada</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sacaria de boca arregaçada</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Gargarejo de milhos e farelos</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Dois ou três tamboretes em flagelo</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pro conforto de toda freguesada.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">No balcão de madeira descascada</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Duas torres de vidro são vitrines</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A de cá mais parece um magazine</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Com perfume e cartelas de Gillete</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Brilhantina safada, canivete</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sabonete, batom... tudo entrempado</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Filizolla balança bem ao lado</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Seus dois pratos com pesos reluzentes</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Dá justeza de peso a toda gente</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Convencendo o freguês desconfiado.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A Segunda vitrine é de pão doce</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">É tareco, siquilho e cocorote</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Broa, solda, bolacha de pacote</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Bolo fofo e jaú esfarofado</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Um porrete serrado e lapidado</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Faz o peso prum março de papel</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Se embrulha de tudo a granel</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E por dentro se encontra uma gaveta</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Donde desembainha-se a caderneta</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Do freguês pagador e mais fiel.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Prateleiras são tábuas enjanbradas</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Com um caibro servindo de escora</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tem também não sei qual Nossa Senhora</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Com um jarrinho de louça bem do lado</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Um trapézio de flandres areados</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Um jirau com manteiga de latão</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Encostado ao lado do balcão</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Um caneiro embicando uma lapada</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Passa as costas da mão pelas beiçadas</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Se apruma e sai dando trupicão.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tem cabides de copos pendurados</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E um curral de cachaça e de conhaque</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Logo ao lado se vê carne de charque</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tira gosto dos goles caneados</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pelotões de garrafas bem fardados</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Nas paredes e dentro dos caixotes</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tem rodilha de fumo dando um bote</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E um trinchete enfiado num sabão</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Bodegueiro despacha a um artesão</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Parafuso de cabo de serrote.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">(Jessier Quirino) </span>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-5043771893958058122012-04-20T06:36:00.000-07:002012-04-20T06:37:07.306-07:00Um Galope Para o Umbuzeiro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPTK8H5f0NKm_5H8dnFUBuHg2OhegtuEwn6AHlf8mJE75tUpB1QYCnG-RiKSJIoSEuS6_Orvm0PffrVaWhdX_BgCelMmM51-aan_EF1AvrjSAvekr2sMrgUgPQ5g2e4lpDlnkQ_b1WUn0/s1600/umbuzeiro-umbu-fruto-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; font-family: arial;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPTK8H5f0NKm_5H8dnFUBuHg2OhegtuEwn6AHlf8mJE75tUpB1QYCnG-RiKSJIoSEuS6_Orvm0PffrVaWhdX_BgCelMmM51-aan_EF1AvrjSAvekr2sMrgUgPQ5g2e4lpDlnkQ_b1WUn0/s320/umbuzeiro-umbu-fruto-2.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Frondoso e bonito, o velho umbuzeiro</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Que brotou das fendas abertas da terra.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Cresceu num aceiro do pé de uma serra</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Passando agruras o tempo inteiro.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Foi ficando forte a cada janeiro,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mudando a paisagem que tem no lugar.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Felizes daqueles que vem contemplar,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Seu verde, a sombra e sua doçura</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">O doce da fruta na forma mais pura</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Que o puro da brisa que sobra do mar.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">(Júnior Guedes) </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-5138414902383372182012-04-20T06:32:00.001-07:002012-04-20T06:35:17.151-07:00O Verso - Adalberto de Vital<img style="width: 302px; height: 226px;" alt="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbYY4O_OEREwZ0Q9YHUczHGyDjOUCeMNQbtxBHbNWpL37ROpXNDHrUXZ6Qsj_gUXxki4SkgRBGMNeHkZbC3ohA7gqAogX6m3Vi-RlinYyiQ9miXEQNvu5q5LTCAXybk8wnpxoyIuWejo/s400/O+meu+amor.jpg" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbYY4O_OEREwZ0Q9YHUczHGyDjOUCeMNQbtxBHbNWpL37ROpXNDHrUXZ6Qsj_gUXxki4SkgRBGMNeHkZbC3ohA7gqAogX6m3Vi-RlinYyiQ9miXEQNvu5q5LTCAXybk8wnpxoyIuWejo/s400/O+meu+amor.jpg" /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br />Aprendi desenhar por causa dela</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> O motivo não deve ser contado</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> O presente faz parte do passado</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> O que houve entre nós pergunte a ela</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> Desse filme de amor restou a tela</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> A paixão transformou-se em crueldade</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> Com a tinta da sua falsidade</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> Fiz o rosto daquela que amei</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> Eu na tela da vida desenhei</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> Tua face com a tinta da saudade</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="text_exposed_show"><br />A distância entre nos me causou dor<br />Pra mantê-la comigo foi o jeito<br />Desenhar sua face no meu peito<br />Pra mostrar que quem manda é o amor<br />Quando a causa é saudade nem doutor<br />Medicando dar jeito a enfermidade<br />Hoje dela não tenho a amizade<br />Eu não sei se perdi ou se ganhei<br />Eu na tela da vida desenhei<br />Tua face com a tinta da saudade<br /><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Adalberto de Vital.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-47244136155513954422012-04-05T04:54:00.001-07:002012-04-05T04:56:54.402-07:00Paulo Matricó no programa Sr. Brasil<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="font-family: arial;" alt="http://www.saladereboco.com.br/DSC03334-01q.jpg" src="http://www.saladereboco.com.br/DSC03334-01q.jpg" /><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">O tabirense Paulo Matricó estará no programa Sr. Brasil, </span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">na TV Cultura ás quintas-feiras, às 22h, com reprodução aos domingos,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> às 10h. O programa é imperdível por si só, </span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">pela genialidade de Rolando Boldrin e, este especialmente, </span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">pelo nosso Paulo Matricó. No repertório está "Voz da Terra", </span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">música de Paulo e Dedé Monteiro.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Não percam!</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><br /></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-61024271118042512022012-03-27T17:53:00.001-07:002012-03-27T17:54:56.440-07:00O blog BrindesGrátis.com se destaca em 1ºlugar<div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O Alexa.com, portal americano que mede a audiência<br />dos portais e blogs em todo o mundo, mostra o<br />ranking de audiência em tempo real.</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"> <span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">O blog BrindesGrátis.com se destaca em 1ºlugar como o blog mais<br />acessado de Tabira!<br /><br /></span></span><img alt="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5O43U3cDR4/T3INF6qtgUI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/_Z0wUG7s8Pk/s640/ENQUETE+PARA+BLOG.png" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5O43U3cDR4/T3INF6qtgUI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/_Z0wUG7s8Pk/s640/ENQUETE+PARA+BLOG.png" /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-33494432277316083122012-01-24T04:52:00.000-08:002012-01-24T04:54:55.629-08:00Saudade não tem tradução - Fran Sousa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpS8H4VhzHowXgk_fjhmYD9stDJF4bXDKbkOsnjMcHtPgVLrfd6WMdQGZu7c0XdfQyDIPaz7va3Xu4tFUbqDRBoIkee5HKexDpFAbdpA8PKNf-YOXm1gCxY3p_DrH9lpbLnhTtULJFwxr/s1600/tumblr_l5l0rrnF2y1qcc8mko1_500%255B1%255D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpS8H4VhzHowXgk_fjhmYD9stDJF4bXDKbkOsnjMcHtPgVLrfd6WMdQGZu7c0XdfQyDIPaz7va3Xu4tFUbqDRBoIkee5HKexDpFAbdpA8PKNf-YOXm1gCxY3p_DrH9lpbLnhTtULJFwxr/s320/tumblr_l5l0rrnF2y1qcc8mko1_500%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="213" /></a><br /></div><br style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Saudade não se define</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Não se sabe de onde veio</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E nem por qual foi o meio</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Por mais que se imagine</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Não há livro que se ensine</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A aprender essa lição.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Saudade no coração</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Afeta o imaginário,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Em nenhum dicionário</span><br style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Eu encontrei tradução.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Para a palavra saudade</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Já procurei com cuidado</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E também tenho buscado</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Livros em infinidade.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mas lhe digo a verdade</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">São coisas do coração,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Que não encontro versão</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E isso se torna hilário.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Em nenhum dicionário</span><br style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Eu encontrei tradução.</span><br style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Será que ela é amor?</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ou será que é uma dor?</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Que mais parece uma flor</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Plantada em lugar nenhum!</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Que ao abismo nos conduz</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E até parece uma luz.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Saudade não se traduz</span><br style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Em dicionário algum!</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fran Sousa</span></span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></div></div>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-10176979387084679782012-01-23T06:37:00.000-08:002012-01-23T06:41:15.709-08:00Herança do Pajeú - Vinícius Gregório<div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrD1UHThEdQ4nREiANXklQkSVMcQhYGey35g2Qae5Nr24BaIImJhqmKsTLk-W7n6pS58mintS6te-HHCRUis6VEwFanB5pPeeR43Zf9AxzdelZ9kcFDsID7mJpXOOntRGJV-3sKknh-nc/s1600/imagem.PNG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrD1UHThEdQ4nREiANXklQkSVMcQhYGey35g2Qae5Nr24BaIImJhqmKsTLk-W7n6pS58mintS6te-HHCRUis6VEwFanB5pPeeR43Zf9AxzdelZ9kcFDsID7mJpXOOntRGJV-3sKknh-nc/s400/imagem.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700836921922600226" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Não espere pro futuro</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A sua felicidade.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Busque ser feliz agora,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pois depois chega a idade</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E o futuro - infelizmente -</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Será sobras do presente,</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Do qual sentirás saudade!</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Vinícius Gregório</span><br style="font-family: arial;">Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182905441748604785.post-28484657856828615402012-01-23T06:18:00.000-08:002012-01-23T06:21:13.763-08:00Ódio - Soneto Clécio Dias<img style="width: 245px; height: 197px;" alt="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_PY6O7hQII/TiJBEfbtPGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/CG7Is13ix90/s1600/odio.jpg" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_PY6O7hQII/TiJBEfbtPGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/CG7Is13ix90/s1600/odio.jpg" /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Numa noite sem muitas esperanças...</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Cansei de mim, me despedi do amor...</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Eclipsado nos confins da dor...</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Longe das minhas atitudes mansas...</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sem o sorriso puro das crianças...</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Apareceu um ser assustador...</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Os olhos eram fogo de rancor...</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Lançando chamas tristes de lembranças...</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E disse a mim: sou o ódio que sentiste...</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Vim tornar sua vida menos triste...</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E eu disse não, eu não te sinto à toa...</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Se eu te disser que te senti eu minto...</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Quando te sinto não sou eu que sinto...</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pois te sentindo sou outra pessoa!!!</span><br style="font-family: arial;"><br style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Santa Cruz do Capibaribe,<br />10 de setembro de 2001.</span>Rafael Cordeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355634556766237056noreply@blogger.com1