tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39651434844361666762012-02-16T18:06:08.360-08:00dancing-riverthirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-66379450549864787072011-10-30T09:12:00.000-07:002011-10-30T09:12:30.336-07:00the I amness<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0THcmD4g02g/Tq13IC9ybMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zyQfherQrfA/s1600/Rios-que-cortam-montanhas-e-comp%25C3%25B5e-lindas-paisagens-em-Visconde-de-Mau%25C3%25A1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0THcmD4g02g/Tq13IC9ybMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zyQfherQrfA/s320/Rios-que-cortam-montanhas-e-comp%25C3%25B5e-lindas-paisagens-em-Visconde-de-Mau%25C3%25A1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">in the vast horizon It is dancing the music of Earth</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">free when kissing the blooming flowers</div><div style="text-align: center;">or flying in the wind through mountains and rivers</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">indivisible and complete</div><div style="text-align: center;">although mixed with trees and deserts</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">peaceful under the one suffers or celebrates</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">watching thoughts coming and passing away</div><div style="text-align: center;">like the water of the same river</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">celebrating itself as the silence sings it´s song </div><div style="text-align: center;">and shining where the very truth is</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">thirak sarita</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-6637945054986478707?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-42620675207087583502011-09-24T06:28:00.000-07:002011-09-24T06:28:51.753-07:00o silêncio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uduoii2Jjhg/Tn3ZANbHuRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZPDm15w-aEY/s1600/vest+costas+renda.jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uduoii2Jjhg/Tn3ZANbHuRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZPDm15w-aEY/s320/vest+costas+renda.jpg.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">rasgado o fulcro</div><div style="text-align: center;">esquivo-me ligeira</div><div style="text-align: center;">e escapo no vazio</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">farta de procura e de cansaço</div><div style="text-align: center;"> aí te encontro</div><div style="text-align: center;"> e te conheço</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">até que um dia</div><div style="text-align: center;">apaixonada</div><div style="text-align: center;">deito-me noiva</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ardente e ávida</div><div style="text-align: center;">como se te perder</div><div style="text-align: center;">alguém pudesse</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">calmo, tomas a mim</div><div style="text-align: center;"> e lentamente</div><div style="text-align: center;">aprendo a tua paz</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">depois celebro</div><div style="text-align: center;">o raio de luz primeiro</div><div style="text-align: center;">dessa fresca manhã</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">antes hirta, peso e sombra</div><div style="text-align: center;">agora leve, água e solta</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">thirak sarita</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-4262067520708758350?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-84557351611067361222011-09-24T06:16:00.000-07:002011-09-24T06:16:15.954-07:00o rosto<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WvpmrDw-Fts/Tn3W8Zq_4HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vWGJqekDAik/s1600/o+rosto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WvpmrDw-Fts/Tn3W8Zq_4HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vWGJqekDAik/s320/o+rosto.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">te vejo cara a cara</div><div style="text-align: center;">pasmo e lento</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">desconheço-te rosto</div><div style="text-align: center;">das marcas do tempo</div><div style="text-align: center;">cheio</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">visito as tuas dobras</div><div style="text-align: center;">e lego-te o nada</div><div style="text-align: center;">que por direito se fez teu</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">depois te apago</div><div style="text-align: center;">do reflexo do espelho</div><div style="text-align: center;">que sou eu</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">thirak sarita</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-8455735161106736122?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-14643212717312743572011-07-28T08:43:00.000-07:002011-07-28T08:43:53.415-07:00missiva<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3IA87_5gMg/TjGB6BlqStI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6b0FcUpSd_M/s1600/000330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3IA87_5gMg/TjGB6BlqStI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6b0FcUpSd_M/s320/000330.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">perdeste-me</div><div style="text-align: center;">porque caminho</div><div style="text-align: center;">para a porta de saída</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">não esperes</div><div style="text-align: center;">de mim que me despeço</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">sem levar compromisso</div><div style="text-align: center;">angústia ou crença</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">da última</div><div style="text-align: center;">( algema doce )</div><div style="text-align: center;">guardo a derradeira reverência</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">não mais pertenço a tribo</div><div style="text-align: center;">ou clã</div><div style="text-align: center;">nem mesmo me possuem</div><div style="text-align: center;">cor ou sexo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">cavalgo o imediato</div><div style="text-align: center;">inteira e nua</div><div style="text-align: center;">e salto nesse instante de apnéia</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">thirak sarita</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-1464321271731274357?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-79128166564140055412011-07-28T08:21:00.000-07:002011-07-28T08:21:19.252-07:00re-conhecimento<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L1NNIIjgc-g/TjF916zTofI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jFJrGyVNhKU/s1600/narciso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L1NNIIjgc-g/TjF916zTofI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jFJrGyVNhKU/s320/narciso.jpg" t$="true" width="267" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">te vejo cara a cara</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">pasmo e lento</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div>desconheço-te<br />rosto<br />das marcas de tempo<br />cheio<br /><br />visito tuas dobras<br />e lego-te o nada<br />que por direito<br />se fez teu<br /><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">depois te apago</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">do refelxo do espelho</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">que sou eu</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">thirak sarita</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-7912816656414005541?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-19410163699170924912011-07-19T08:53:00.000-07:002011-07-19T08:53:57.494-07:00se há prazer no seu sonho<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v66cKhkP4ME/TiWlPk1ItVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-oH_AAgF84U/s1600/sonho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v66cKhkP4ME/TiWlPk1ItVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-oH_AAgF84U/s320/sonho.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">sonhe com os olhos abertos</div><div style="text-align: center;">porque os sonhos</div><div style="text-align: center;">não cabem na realidade</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">thirak sarita angela nabuco</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-1941016369917092491?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-90325920954549732252011-07-10T06:34:00.000-07:002011-07-10T06:34:51.373-07:00adeus a lili<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ix4A_tEKHso/Thmp3-BjC2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/AbQpRUbKznA/s1600/Lili+Shot+Gun+001+640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ix4A_tEKHso/Thmp3-BjC2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/AbQpRUbKznA/s320/Lili+Shot+Gun+001+640.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ficam de você</div><div style="text-align: center;">a meiguice</div><div style="text-align: center;">os passinhos lentos e velhos</div><div style="text-align: center;">os olhos de devoção</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">sombra minha</div><div style="text-align: center;">que ainda em meu colo</div><div style="text-align: center;">permanece</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">thirak sarita angela nabuco</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-9032592095454973225?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-34394851918122549982011-07-06T17:55:00.000-07:002011-07-06T18:03:17.756-07:00brincadeira ( leela )<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBT4FqI9e8w/ThRzxE2imVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W2so_ZwjfFM/s1600/751px-vincent_van_gogh_starry_night%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBT4FqI9e8w/ThRzxE2imVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W2so_ZwjfFM/s320/751px-vincent_van_gogh_starry_night%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">quando o último ar</div><div style="text-align: center;"> que traz a vida</div><div style="text-align: center;">o meu corpo percorresse</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">e esse corpo</div><div style="text-align: center;"> por qualquer razão pequena</div><div style="text-align: center;"> tentasse detê-lo</div><div style="text-align: center;">inutilmente</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">nada mudaria</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">nem o mapa das estrelas, céu da noite</div><div style="text-align: center;">calmaria</div><div style="text-align: center;">nem o sol, esse insensato</div><div style="text-align: center;">que ( indiferente ) brilha<br />nem a flor que em seu contorno</div><div style="text-align: center;">desenha a maravilha</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">nada no mundo</div><div style="text-align: center;">ou ninguém perceberia</div><div style="text-align: center;">( quando ela se for - vida minha )</div><div style="text-align: center;">nem eu mesma sentiria</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">thirak sarita angela nabuco</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-3439485191812254998?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-70127672946939092712011-07-03T15:43:00.000-07:002011-07-03T15:48:03.327-07:00no centro do furacão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpVQnxQnvMc/ThDva-BhX4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/EIyc3SIHXKA/s1600/buda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpVQnxQnvMc/ThDva-BhX4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/EIyc3SIHXKA/s320/buda.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">no centro do furacão existe um buda</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">no agora</div><div style="text-align: center;">onde o vento dorme</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">suspenso</div><div style="text-align: center;">onde tudo espera</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">vazio</div><div style="text-align: center;">onde o silêncio mora</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">feliz</div><div style="text-align: center;">onde se encontra Deus</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">thirak sarita angela nabuco<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>foto cedida por eliana mora</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-7012767294693909271?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-84966382548084665742011-07-01T08:22:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:40:57.026-07:00sobre o amor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTt34AApvCQ/Tg3kVmETtAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0aozia5onaA/s1600/osho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTt34AApvCQ/Tg3kVmETtAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0aozia5onaA/s320/osho.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">O amor não é uma ação; não é uma coisa que você faça. Se você faz, não é amor. Nenhum fazer está envolvido no amor; ele é um estado de ser, não uma ação...Também não é uma questão de tempo. Se você pode ser amoroso em um simples momento, isso é o suficiente, porque você nunca tem dois momentos juntos. Somente um momento é dado. Quando um é perdido, um segundo é dado. Você tem somente um momento com você. Se você sabe como ser amoroso em um único momneto, você conhece o segredo. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Osho</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>(O Livro dos Segredos- vol 2)</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-8496638254808466574?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-41347408496405185512011-06-28T19:05:00.000-07:002011-06-28T19:29:08.522-07:00o voo do buda<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qhasFrJqyM/TgqEugGsyNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TN0BqZmjb6k/s1600/P260611_19.19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qhasFrJqyM/TgqEugGsyNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TN0BqZmjb6k/s400/P260611_19.19.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> no sitio leela</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">era um passarinho que caminhava .</div><div style="text-align: center;">mesmo podendo voar, ele caminhava desejando o céu .</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">até o dia em que ele ouviu: <strong>voa</strong>!</div><div style="text-align: center;">e ganhou o céu porque ele acreditou .</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">primeiro dançou como só um passarinho pode dançar, desenhando no ar a forma do infinito .</div><div style="text-align: center;">depois, cheio de gratidão, brincou e partiu .</div><div style="text-align: center;">voando muito alto, desapareceu .</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">alguns dizem que se dissolveu nas nuvens .</div><div style="text-align: center;">outros, que virou estrela .</div><div style="text-align: center;">mas há quem garanta que ele se tornou o próprio Deus .</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">thirak sarita angela nabuco</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-4134740849640518551?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-82937777466382788582011-06-08T05:03:00.000-07:002011-06-08T05:03:22.850-07:00silêncio e êxtase<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff6QFKAUmWw/Te9jHnqx42I/AAAAAAAAAGY/KsTEiL0vXbo/s1600/DSC00112+-+650X430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff6QFKAUmWw/Te9jHnqx42I/AAAAAAAAAGY/KsTEiL0vXbo/s320/DSC00112+-+650X430.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWCRdcydCsE/Te9jRJXdFCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ER14JFWht6E/s1600/DSC00134+-+430X650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWCRdcydCsE/Te9jRJXdFCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ER14JFWht6E/s320/DSC00134+-+430X650.jpg" t8="true" width="211" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6M-GMb0Ks-o/Te9jVtlM7bI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Clnn5xUkBjg/s1600/DSC00135+-+430X650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6M-GMb0Ks-o/Te9jVtlM7bI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Clnn5xUkBjg/s320/DSC00135+-+430X650.jpg" t8="true" width="211" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F0ENLN4Er40/Te9jZXgSOOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/isjj4x10UJ4/s1600/DSC00145+-430X650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F0ENLN4Er40/Te9jZXgSOOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/isjj4x10UJ4/s320/DSC00145+-430X650.jpg" t8="true" width="211" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-8293777746638278858?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-50303292005856405312011-06-04T08:41:00.000-07:002011-06-06T08:04:54.662-07:00anônimo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">para alguém que deixou uma flor sobre meu vestido após a performance</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong> </strong><span style="font-size: small;"><strong> o</strong> <strong>sagrado feminino</strong></span> </span></em><em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">em juiz de fora </span></em></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCisJhoEZ44/TepP4Wk1oaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rlPqHMBk_bE/s1600/IMG0052A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCisJhoEZ44/TepP4Wk1oaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rlPqHMBk_bE/s320/IMG0052A.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">assenta à minha mesa</div><div style="text-align: center;">que te recebo de sonhos</div><div style="text-align: center;">singela e pouca<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">beija com uma flor</div><div style="text-align: center;">o meu vestido</div><div style="text-align: center;">pesado de tempo </div><div style="text-align: center;">e sangue</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">perdura a eternidade no teu gesto</div><div style="text-align: center;">sonha com ele</div><div style="text-align: center;">voa</div><div style="text-align: center;">como só podem voar<br /> os que acreditam</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">e depois dança comigo</div><div style="text-align: center;">com teu corpo de neblina</div><div style="text-align: center;">e vento</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">thirak sarita angela nabuco</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"> </span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-5030329200585640531?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-52242048358406465162011-04-29T07:34:00.000-07:002011-04-30T06:30:00.018-07:00a tenda vermelha - performance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOiahIk0b4s/TbwOkOcoacI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uE0wvkTNYFk/s1600/flyer+zona+oculta+SESC+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOiahIk0b4s/TbwOkOcoacI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uE0wvkTNYFk/s400/flyer+zona+oculta+SESC+2011.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />há muito, muito tempo, as mulheres de cada clã se reuniam numa tenda vermelha durante a lua nova, quando todas elas menstruavam . a tenda também era usada quando uma menina se tornava mulher ou durante os partos . aquele era um território proibido aos homens, e o que acontecia lá dentro somente elas conheciam . numa experiência exclusivamente feminina vamos experimentar a <strong>tenda vermelha, </strong>resgatando o poder que dorme em toda mulher.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-5224204835840646516?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-16877875233348161192011-04-22T05:49:00.000-07:002011-04-30T06:31:12.199-07:00lá<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1cGn-EZBwiE/TbF4txIr_QI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FeHOJjFEj7o/s1600/rio+des%25C3%25A1gua+no+mar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1cGn-EZBwiE/TbF4txIr_QI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FeHOJjFEj7o/s400/rio+des%25C3%25A1gua+no+mar.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>todos os caminhos levam para lá, onde as línguas se misturam sem fronteiras que demarquem, onde os opostos se anulam num campo neutro de forças, onde o branco não é nada sem o negro em contraponto, onde nem a luz existe porque o escuro se foi, onde dor e riso vão juntos na imensa paz que ficou - êxtase da suprema entrega, onde o rio mergulha no mar e nele se transforma<br /><br />thirak sarita angela nabuco<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-1687787523334816119?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-21436568931053003002011-04-17T09:38:00.000-07:002011-04-17T09:38:17.587-07:00sagrado feminino no "rosa choque"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font: small "Times New Roman"; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #500050; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">link para o video da inauguração da exposição rosa choque, no Rio.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font: small "Times New Roman"; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #500050; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">no final, a performance <strong>sagrado feminino</strong></span></span></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font: small "Times New Roman"; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #500050; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 13px;"> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZXzUuWVxnU" style="color: #114170;" target="_blank" title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZXzUuWVxnUCTRL + Clique para seguir o link">http://www.youtube.com/watch?<wbr>v=cZXzUuWVxnU</a></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-2143656893105300300?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-90795129796839670602011-04-06T05:45:00.000-07:002011-04-22T05:52:19.814-07:00da minha janela<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--LiOhbtJ2r0/TZxfujUa7kI/AAAAAAAAADs/Gtb9UvAEpq0/s1600/da+minha+janela+003+700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--LiOhbtJ2r0/TZxfujUa7kI/AAAAAAAAADs/Gtb9UvAEpq0/s400/da+minha+janela+003+700.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> <br /> <br /> vejo DEUS <br /><br /> thirak sarita angela nabuco<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-9079512979683967060?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-27933689380345270242011-04-03T06:23:00.000-07:002011-04-22T05:54:42.034-07:00sem rótulos<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RnYGO5ugre0/TZhzpFSNYHI/AAAAAAAAADo/b8Z2baNpjRw/s1600/eu+e+o+outro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RnYGO5ugre0/TZhzpFSNYHI/AAAAAAAAADo/b8Z2baNpjRw/s400/eu+e+o+outro.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />no outro, o amigo</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">os pais</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">os irmãos</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">os filhos<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">em cada um, o amante</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">o adversário</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">o transeunte</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">o mendigo</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">o mestre</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">em todos, nós mesmos</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">onde a vida flui</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">livre</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">para que seja amada</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">através do que vive<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">thirak sarita angela nabuco</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-2793368938034527024?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-70416307815164635712011-03-31T10:23:00.000-07:002011-04-22T05:55:58.577-07:00aconteceu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSbuVs9yyYs/TZS3AxIRIqI/AAAAAAAAACg/cb-6S6D_wiQ/s1600/sagrado+feminino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSbuVs9yyYs/TZS3AxIRIqI/AAAAAAAAACg/cb-6S6D_wiQ/s400/sagrado+feminino.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Kristen ITC"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"> O SAGRADO FEMININO</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Kristen ITC"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"> uma performance de Angela Nabuco</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Kristen ITC"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"> dia 26/03 sábado de 17h às 19h</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Kristen ITC"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"> gratuito</span><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: "Kristen ITC"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"> orientaç<span style="color: black;">ão: Leticia Nabuco</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Kristen ITC"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"> CEDIM - conselho estadual dos direitos da mulher / espaço cultural heloneida studart</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Kristen ITC"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"> rua camerino, 51 centro – rio de janeiro</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span itc??,?serif?;="" kristen="" mso-fareast-font-family:?times="" new="" pt-br?="" roman?;color:black;mso-fareast-language:="" style="font-family: "; font-size: 10pt";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">_________________________________________________________________________________</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span itc??,?serif?;="" kristen="" mso-fareast-font-family:?times="" new="" pt-br?="" roman?;color:black;mso-fareast-language:="" style="font-family: "; font-size: 10pt";">O Projeto Cor de Rosa Choque é uma iniciativa do</span><span itc??,?serif?;="" kristen="" mso-fareast-font-family:?times="" new="" pt-br?="" roman?;color:black;mso-fareast-language:="" style="font-family: "; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt";"> </span><span itc??,?serif?;="" kristen="" mso-fareast-font-family:?times="" new="" pt-br?="" roman?;color:black;mso-fareast-language:="" style="font-family: "; font-size: 10pt";"><a href="http://www.zonaoculta.com.br/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #114170; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Zona Oculta</span></a> , grupo que desde 2004 coloca as mulheres e sua produção artística contemporânea em foco, buscando com isso uma atitude política que contribua para a transformação do jogo patriarcal também no mundo das artes.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; 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text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> nos cabelos, o branco</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"> no salão, a tinta</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"> nas entranhas, a essência<br /> na vida, os papéis</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> mulher, grita</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"> civilizada, cala</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> thirak sarita angela nabuco</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"> em cada pausa</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> uma delicadeza</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> entre as palavras de uma fala</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> quando alguém se cala</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> e o outro não responde</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> quando o passado se vai</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> e o futuro não chegou</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> quando estou</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> com um pé no chão</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> e outro no ar, na caminhada</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> quando parada</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> me olho no espelho de manhã</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> quando estou só</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> meus pensamentos</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> suspensos</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> e não há eu nem tu</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> nos intervalos</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> quando o instante fica nu</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"> thirak sarita angela nabuco</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">pegar todas as tuas lembranças</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">as mais caras, que te põem no colo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ou envaidecem</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">as mais tolas ou ridículas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">aquelas que te causaram extrema dor</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">teu nome e sobrenome</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">e tudo o mais de que és feito</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">até o dia de hoje</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">fazer um embrulho caprichado</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">amarrado com fita de cetim</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">e em dádiva a qualquer coisa que acredites</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">jogá-lo ao mar</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">de preferêcia em alto-mar</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">no escuro de uma noite</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">em que a tempestade fizer dele</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">um gigante furioso</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">e, quase náufrago</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">nele respirar o cheiro da morte</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">para chorar a grande perda</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">do que pensavas ser</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ou julgavas ter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ao amanhecer, e só então</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">numa leveza de novidade</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">serás vivo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">e livre</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">para celebrar quem realmente és</div><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;">thirak sarita</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">angela nabuco</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-9152356792848948394?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965143484436166676.post-5476677586279916402011-03-14T21:52:00.000-07:002011-04-22T05:56:50.575-07:00dancing-river<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-i_4q7TT6I1Y/TX7niFISDwI/AAAAAAAAABA/VK6wE9dfEF8/s1600/flowing+river.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-i_4q7TT6I1Y/TX7niFISDwI/AAAAAAAAABA/VK6wE9dfEF8/s400/flowing+river.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">chego discreta, pela porta dos fundos</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">vazia de anseios</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">cheia de compaixão<br /><br /></div>eu me apresento dançando<br />no fluxo do rio<br /><br />simplesmente rio<br />simplesmente eu<br /><br /><br />thirak sarita angela nabuco<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965143484436166676-547667758627991640?l=dancing-river.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>thirak sarita - angela nabucohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12809195288773773125noreply@blogger.com0