tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53347162539910840962024-03-13T13:17:41.273-07:00Respirando ARTES com ChicoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334716253991084096.post-79124986375353507642011-04-12T05:29:00.000-07:002011-04-12T15:14:06.612-07:00O vazioA vagar pela existência<br />No mundo de ideias cheio<br />Descobri toda a demência<br />Desse insano devaneio<br /><br />Nesta vaga aparição<br />De que o mundo está farto<br />Reluto em negação<br />De que o fim já é no parto<br /><br />Aquilo que era instinto<br />Transformou-se em conveniência<br />Para não sair do seu recinto<br />Com medo de alçar à consciência<br /><br />Cada grito e cada gemido<br />Provém daquilo que cria<br />Depois de ter negar ter percebido<br />Que a existência é vazia<br /><br />Cessa o conceito<br />Quando se abre o estio<br />Da morte no leito<br />Só resta o vazio<br /><br />O sonho do inconsciente<br />Só alegria e felicidade<br />Da loucura que é vertente<br />Só ela traz a verdade<br /><br />O mundo que se inventa<br />O viver instituído<br />Não saiu de sua placenta<br />Não se sabe o seu sentido<br /><br />Do amor só resta o complexo<br />Do sentir desvirtuado<br />E nesse sentir desconexo<br />Onde está o ser amado?<br /><br />O que deve ter sentido<br />E ainda é porvir<br />De nada é contido<br />Não traz o que sentir<br /><br />Nessa lápide lacrada<br />Quando nada pode conter<br />O que outrora era formosura<br />Não mais pode ser<br /><br />Nessa imoral odisséia<br />Que o próprio homem criou<br />O final é de velada platéia<br />Pela morte que trilhou<br /><br />Ao que suspira<br />Lhe sai a inspiração<br />Da vida que expira<br />Ao vazio de cada pulmão.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jõao Sérgio de Campos<br />3ªº EEB Carlos TechentinUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334716253991084096.post-46936132508631900372011-04-06T14:17:00.000-07:002011-04-06T14:23:37.844-07:00Penso a Razão<b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Meu ser agora busca a razão</span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >que nunca tive coragem de buscar</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >aqui agora estou</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >escrevendo sem parar</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Enquanto escrevo, olho ao lado</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >e tanto te vejo incorporado ao luar</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >vejo que tanto pensa</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >que jamais chega à algum lugar</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Vamos pensar mais um pouco</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >antes de tudo acabar</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >você que agora sabe</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >sabe tanto sem jamais pensar</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Dionei Cardozo</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px; font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >2° ano 3, EEB Carlos Techentin</span></b></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334716253991084096.post-73238459501332438812011-04-05T18:11:00.000-07:002011-04-05T18:17:48.691-07:00Equinócio de Outono<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitbn27zgPa1rfzHgGNDlhoTZZy29tmpS3dkrjzZiKTsVx9WX81Sb4WJItGcbld2FD5Q9OuM_iGlz6nYO-3LHoNIfrsi2hGlM-sMy-ZcZcLI5ytQzgT-xyIWJpYubEGaywFYtKDDCgMdt4/s1600/1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitbn27zgPa1rfzHgGNDlhoTZZy29tmpS3dkrjzZiKTsVx9WX81Sb4WJItGcbld2FD5Q9OuM_iGlz6nYO-3LHoNIfrsi2hGlM-sMy-ZcZcLI5ytQzgT-xyIWJpYubEGaywFYtKDDCgMdt4/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592273439690907586" /></a><br /><div>by Hanna</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334716253991084096.post-51576339659707098552011-04-05T17:55:00.001-07:002011-04-05T18:08:48.080-07:00Pintando com LuzDo grego FOTO = LUZ e GRAFIA = ESCRITA.<div>Alunos da 4ª série escrevendo com luz na sala de aula.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRfTce2gU12e3uCKJCjcKfHIl7_C0u33lIHbpmT4fz75N2KGxtvWchbw5WJOnttMFo3QQf_QiKeN5kqSUbnJfnL6MbXeQWuCsBUgJMK-BdrvcqEwOi06Pgo8Mt7CI9THZ3la1CgeOV-A/s1600/3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRfTce2gU12e3uCKJCjcKfHIl7_C0u33lIHbpmT4fz75N2KGxtvWchbw5WJOnttMFo3QQf_QiKeN5kqSUbnJfnL6MbXeQWuCsBUgJMK-BdrvcqEwOi06Pgo8Mt7CI9THZ3la1CgeOV-A/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592270699530814066" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf8ydJIExzMUMVX9-trztfxClKJTZdyXH2fWn8Y6YQzxRr8vKIRb2jXxMcdZ8ZjmP0sgPzRSS158vNBMtSeEpKmRVx52COktoF-8xgoUlqx3kFoZkQBXL7j8hnKfNs06IUKNBB2Rq0V0U/s1600/1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf8ydJIExzMUMVX9-trztfxClKJTZdyXH2fWn8Y6YQzxRr8vKIRb2jXxMcdZ8ZjmP0sgPzRSS158vNBMtSeEpKmRVx52COktoF-8xgoUlqx3kFoZkQBXL7j8hnKfNs06IUKNBB2Rq0V0U/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592270696817612626" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZw3Tl-KWtMJoWPjwmre7vCr58Dlt91C75bEaVMEMHUiaMwyN_99eq_mriAx7XVwOSvUpqETbcMhEQUqUzOuqXChF9JuD_qsQRcKAjZ7c7vVjKwflbefD9FvrAgyKQBVi0JiFtNm6aheE/s1600/2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZw3Tl-KWtMJoWPjwmre7vCr58Dlt91C75bEaVMEMHUiaMwyN_99eq_mriAx7XVwOSvUpqETbcMhEQUqUzOuqXChF9JuD_qsQRcKAjZ7c7vVjKwflbefD9FvrAgyKQBVi0JiFtNm6aheE/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592270689634606834" /></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334716253991084096.post-39838842279992256232011-04-05T17:41:00.000-07:002011-04-05T17:53:10.981-07:00Falar é bom<div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b>Falo-te com a chuva caindo.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b>com os raios e trovões</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b>Falo-te com sabedoria</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b>com experiência e alegria</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b>Falo-te com o meu amor</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b>com o coração e a dor</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b>Falo-te desde que eu te vi,</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b>nunca te esqueci...</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b>Jefferson Reiter</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b>2° ano 1, EEB Carlos Techentin</b></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0