tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86811244498102610252011-08-01T17:30:07.876-07:00Verso e prosa sobre fotos de Carlos TerraCarlosnoreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681124449810261025.post-45373879073010321242008-05-22T19:34:00.002-07:002010-06-28T19:34:46.446-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYwcY3ndMI/AAAAAAAABko/XsOc4TB5-ok/s1600-h/cana+caiana.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYwcY3ndMI/AAAAAAAABko/XsOc4TB5-ok/s320/cana+caiana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203399683743380674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cana caiana</span><br />Carlos Terra<br /><p>Seja caldo,<br />seja açucar,<br />seja mel<br />ou rapadura,<br />todo mundo<br />já provou<br />algum dia<br />essa doçura. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681124449810261025-4537387907301032124?l=fotoetexto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681124449810261025.post-87485951114724329402008-05-22T19:34:00.001-07:002010-06-28T19:35:00.848-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYw643ndNI/AAAAAAAABkw/iUkMYfTXZ9g/s1600-h/cestos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYw643ndNI/AAAAAAAABkw/iUkMYfTXZ9g/s320/cestos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203400207729390802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cestos<br /></span>Carlos Terra<br /><p><br />Entrelaçados perfeitos<br />criando singelos cestos<br />formando essa simetria<br />que um olhar precatado<br />sem pressa, despreocupado<br />beleza contemplaria</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681124449810261025-8748595111472432940?l=fotoetexto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681124449810261025.post-68495598234137380212008-05-22T19:33:00.000-07:002010-06-28T19:36:24.491-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYxAo3ndOI/AAAAAAAABk4/D23mcCAMdRQ/s1600-h/moinho.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYxAo3ndOI/AAAAAAAABk4/D23mcCAMdRQ/s320/moinho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203400306513638626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Moinho</span><br />Carlos Terra<br /><p><br />Sem querer vou me movendo<br />viajando pelo tempo<br />sem sair deste lugar<br />empurrado pelo vento<br />vou seguindo em movimento<br />nesse meu terno girar</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681124449810261025-6849559823413738021?l=fotoetexto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681124449810261025.post-47669328332506680562008-05-22T19:32:00.000-07:002010-06-28T19:36:38.066-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYxGY3ndPI/AAAAAAAABlA/jWbrEYm1rTE/s1600-h/olhar+da+fera.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYxGY3ndPI/AAAAAAAABlA/jWbrEYm1rTE/s320/olhar+da+fera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203400405297886450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Olhar da fera</span><br />Eraldo santos<br /><br /><p> Se o teu rosnar<br />É de dar medo,<br />O teu silêncio<br />Desespera!<br />Impossível desvendar<br />O teu segredo<br />De ser fera,<br />Quando a natureza<br />Simplesmente te fez bela!<br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681124449810261025-4766932833250668056?l=fotoetexto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681124449810261025.post-11117238409133808362008-05-22T19:31:00.002-07:002010-06-28T19:36:48.766-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYxQI3ndQI/AAAAAAAABlI/eudAZ-jQseo/s1600-h/patinhos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYxQI3ndQI/AAAAAAAABlI/eudAZ-jQseo/s320/patinhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203400572801611010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Patinhos</span><br />Eraldo Santos<br /><br /><p> De pluma tão leves,<br />De tão delicados<br />Sugerem um carinho infinito.<br />Uma vida a olha-los<br />E assim decifrar:<br />Qual será mais bonito?<br /><br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681124449810261025-1111723840913380836?l=fotoetexto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681124449810261025.post-32619726893327099622008-05-22T19:31:00.001-07:002010-06-28T19:37:28.803-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYxzI3ndRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/MJMjD1cyMwM/s1600-h/voar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYxzI3ndRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/MJMjD1cyMwM/s320/voar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203401174097032466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Voar</span><br />Eraldo Santos<br /><p> Por que passas tão distante de mim?<br />Majestade dona<br />Do infinito que não domino.<br />Sei que a distância<br />Impede que notes<br />O tamanho do meu sentimento.<br />Mas também sei, que não sabes<br />o quanto um coração que ama<br />Pode voar.<br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681124449810261025-3261972689332709962?l=fotoetexto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681124449810261025.post-77738188196390467022008-05-22T19:30:00.002-07:002010-06-28T19:37:59.519-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYx543ndSI/AAAAAAAABlY/Nh7U-e8N0NM/s1600-h/reflexo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYx543ndSI/AAAAAAAABlY/Nh7U-e8N0NM/s320/reflexo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203401290061149474" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Reflexo</span><br />Eraldo Santos<br /><p> Ao repousar serena<br />Nesse teu remanso,<br />Reluzente espelho<br />Da história cotidiana,<br />Se faz efêmera a pretensão<br />Da eternidade humana,<br />Dissipada ante a grandeza<br />Da imensidão do infinito!<br /><br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681124449810261025-7773818819639046702?l=fotoetexto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681124449810261025.post-64698680910687627252008-05-22T19:30:00.001-07:002010-06-28T19:38:47.905-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYyCY3ndTI/AAAAAAAABlg/sNQSTJF9kU0/s1600-h/luz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYyCY3ndTI/AAAAAAAABlg/sNQSTJF9kU0/s320/luz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203401436090037554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Luz</span><br />Eraldo Santos<br /><br /><p> Que toda luz seja dada<br />Aos que buscam na luz<br />Inspiração ao divino!<br />E que sempre exista a noite<br />Pra realçar no seu manto,<br />A emoção de toda beleza se descobrindo.<br /><br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681124449810261025-6469868091068762725?l=fotoetexto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681124449810261025.post-76418262140564635952008-05-22T19:29:00.000-07:002010-06-28T19:39:04.731-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYyMI3ndUI/AAAAAAAABlo/a0Li5QKDs94/s1600-h/ninho.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYyMI3ndUI/AAAAAAAABlo/a0Li5QKDs94/s320/ninho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203401603593762114" border="0" /></a><br /><h1> </h1><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ninho</span><br />Eraldo Santos<br /><br /><p> Qual rei<br />Poderia sonhar com tal poder?<br />Que arquiteto<br />Poderia conceber tão belo templo?<br />Que ao menos<br />Numa fração de singeleza<br />Pudesse se comparar ao meu castelo<br />Com toda beleza que daqui contemplo!<br /><br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681124449810261025-7641826214056463595?l=fotoetexto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681124449810261025.post-26336696443317064372008-05-22T19:28:00.000-07:002010-06-28T19:39:57.093-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYyeo3ndVI/AAAAAAAABlw/JnilDu3qM4E/s1600-h/al%C3%A9m+mar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYyeo3ndVI/AAAAAAAABlw/JnilDu3qM4E/s320/al%C3%A9m+mar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203401921421342034" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Além mar</span><br />Eraldo Santos<br /><br /><p> Sobre o mar<br />Lanço o meu olhar perdido,<br />O que se encontra<br />Muito além<br />Desse além mar?<br />São meus limites<br />Que estão se confundindo?<br />Serão meus desejos<br />Sem limites para sonhar?<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681124449810261025-2633669644331706437?l=fotoetexto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681124449810261025.post-34912554260295627782008-05-22T19:27:00.002-07:002010-06-28T19:41:34.339-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYylY3ndWI/AAAAAAAABl4/bH2uWRERU8M/s1600-h/contemplar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYylY3ndWI/AAAAAAAABl4/bH2uWRERU8M/s320/contemplar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203402037385459042" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Contemplar<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Eraldo Santos</p><p> Passa o tempo<br />Sem a menor pressa,<br />Eterno ritual<br />Na discreta imensidão.<br />E leva consigo a beleza,<br />E leva consigo a certeza,<br />Me enchendo de solidão!<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681124449810261025-3491255426029562778?l=fotoetexto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681124449810261025.post-25036611090742111172008-05-22T19:27:00.001-07:002010-06-28T19:42:00.255-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYyrI3ndXI/AAAAAAAABmA/9G7AqUUgIn4/s1600-h/asas+da+liberdade.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYyrI3ndXI/AAAAAAAABmA/9G7AqUUgIn4/s320/asas+da+liberdade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203402136169706866" border="0" /></a><br /> <p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Asas da liberdade</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Eraldo Santos</p><p>O meu amor<br />É rebelde como o vento,<br />A liberdade<br />Um trampolim para saltar.<br />A minha sorte<br />Eu escrevo em um repente,<br />Pois minha vida<br />Me deu asas pra voar.<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681124449810261025-2503661109074211117?l=fotoetexto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681124449810261025.post-27912624527557285522008-05-22T19:26:00.001-07:002010-06-28T19:43:11.351-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYyzY3ndYI/AAAAAAAABmI/JqUatSza1Ck/s1600-h/espelho.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYyzY3ndYI/AAAAAAAABmI/JqUatSza1Ck/s320/espelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203402277903627650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Espelho</span><br /><p> Eraldo Santos </p><p>A beleza se molda<br />Em um sublime momento,<br />Sem ao menos exigir<br />Da vida um pretexto.<br />E muitas vezes se mostra<br />No simples refletir<br />Que coloca a vida e a arte<br />No mesmo contexto.<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681124449810261025-2791262452755728552?l=fotoetexto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681124449810261025.post-10147125731053643692008-05-22T19:24:00.000-07:002010-06-28T19:44:11.133-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYy5Y3ndZI/AAAAAAAABmQ/kgPQ0C2lcRc/s1600-h/caatinga.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YgGYaSCCIyI/SDYy5Y3ndZI/AAAAAAAABmQ/kgPQ0C2lcRc/s320/caatinga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203402380982842770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Caatinga</span><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=";font-family:&quot;;font-size:12;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">Carlos Terra</span><br /><br />Na secura deste solo<br />na dureza dos espinhos,<br />só os fortes sobrevivem<br />carcará faz os seus ninhos.<br /><br />Nessa imagem tão selvagem<br />onde quase nada vinga,<br />posso ver vida e beleza<br />na paisagem da caatinga.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681124449810261025-1014712573105364369?l=fotoetexto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1