tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54775723065359566622024-02-18T18:50:33.896-08:00luma carvalho a menina avoadasimplesmente um espaço pra dizer quem sou e o que faço...Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-63402601462317930092011-12-17T05:50:00.000-08:002011-12-17T05:50:03.567-08:00Meu mais novo maluquinho...<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Estou em estado de encantamento absoluto por ter recebido em meus braços no último dia 06 de dezembro meu mais novo maqluquinho... Seu nome é Henrique, ou Henriquinho, ou principezinho terceiro, ou mesmo Dedé Cafuringa como o chamamos carinhosamente. Nasceu às 11hs e 55min pesando 3kg 530g e medindo 50cm. Ele é lindo, calminho e muito parecido com o paizinho.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Aqui estão alguns flashes desse menininho que veio para completar a felicidade e as aventuras dessa nossa família maluquinha!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xJcd3f2ybVFUJgl6-8WwmDXf3vlUF2FuAn-1kET6B_7CKtRX8SG8bPIt1Zoqy6vIzf4M8eYYhwMNg60DHxxBrHtbE7ycKQ0PaWo0wF23wfRelQnFALvv14_lymnf47s9M_SDqf9sXDq2/s1600/SAM_0527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xJcd3f2ybVFUJgl6-8WwmDXf3vlUF2FuAn-1kET6B_7CKtRX8SG8bPIt1Zoqy6vIzf4M8eYYhwMNg60DHxxBrHtbE7ycKQ0PaWo0wF23wfRelQnFALvv14_lymnf47s9M_SDqf9sXDq2/s640/SAM_0527.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9frYn3L1xydAMKxdHzjH-E3WtYF6xsAeGJrKSycPnsPYlwLRqnRODEGt3UddaiGKm6h7vhx5QHY8SIu-PqLaByMX3T4bGulPoaC-YprvcnnXaXV0QTNDMT6is9Glb0NwaTpxNfifjDbYR/s1600/SAM_0528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9frYn3L1xydAMKxdHzjH-E3WtYF6xsAeGJrKSycPnsPYlwLRqnRODEGt3UddaiGKm6h7vhx5QHY8SIu-PqLaByMX3T4bGulPoaC-YprvcnnXaXV0QTNDMT6is9Glb0NwaTpxNfifjDbYR/s640/SAM_0528.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhODEbYfIhzcrGVRDD7V_i0hJmB0JJnPFjEZrYqllOzIHBtbogn4PLwDdoyMQ5Swfnk3q5rfiRLlsxc7ebQnqKtVBgIWSKT1Zx7emwGw7iKAHq7GAUwsf-hXv_KjZlR7jXAT5T4NNYu1x/s1600/SAM_0538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhODEbYfIhzcrGVRDD7V_i0hJmB0JJnPFjEZrYqllOzIHBtbogn4PLwDdoyMQ5Swfnk3q5rfiRLlsxc7ebQnqKtVBgIWSKT1Zx7emwGw7iKAHq7GAUwsf-hXv_KjZlR7jXAT5T4NNYu1x/s640/SAM_0538.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_RnY3CRLaUhEC6EZMO1sr1E3ArsCLnATjPjS_mU3fVVgC11v0R17Y0pHKLeCgcC6AhtBG2R2HgOyKhaa5A2_dadOPqYSVXRan7W9pKIddKH8DScObpAHhydveje90qhCUEyoDnBqaiEaO/s1600/SAM_0545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_RnY3CRLaUhEC6EZMO1sr1E3ArsCLnATjPjS_mU3fVVgC11v0R17Y0pHKLeCgcC6AhtBG2R2HgOyKhaa5A2_dadOPqYSVXRan7W9pKIddKH8DScObpAHhydveje90qhCUEyoDnBqaiEaO/s640/SAM_0545.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LfHWRBR6r1vuTS0N0iA_GjJfhyphenhyphen7KDSpEznTp1iSrPq4UKZw8AxocDg-Z-tIaW0qmGmYBsZ-MRNlliVk8VXdD7a_eT5CsMvdQcHIzq4UUsFsjdnAIdQOQO6NDDecgbdyEDdUD9hR7Mxlc/s1600/SAM_0548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LfHWRBR6r1vuTS0N0iA_GjJfhyphenhyphen7KDSpEznTp1iSrPq4UKZw8AxocDg-Z-tIaW0qmGmYBsZ-MRNlliVk8VXdD7a_eT5CsMvdQcHIzq4UUsFsjdnAIdQOQO6NDDecgbdyEDdUD9hR7Mxlc/s640/SAM_0548.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Eml7uFYsKz7zsg19h9cOScc4b94cEkWia2Z0U5ZugMyQ4OYmAEEQLU-OQe_XO93NyRrIMOLb1ApOsBDIvmdj4EUUGeWcwNnIJQZyp5V-cqEo6cTNigT011TnWh0RrgZPWZL75mi-KXA1/s1600/SAM_0552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Eml7uFYsKz7zsg19h9cOScc4b94cEkWia2Z0U5ZugMyQ4OYmAEEQLU-OQe_XO93NyRrIMOLb1ApOsBDIvmdj4EUUGeWcwNnIJQZyp5V-cqEo6cTNigT011TnWh0RrgZPWZL75mi-KXA1/s640/SAM_0552.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB8mpXqlAKgMW9DHScWug9v1Zy8VYBkIm7WmH7AHKHFJr0WC7_VNs7TcQffxF2jsuhcgWK9sMQxtF2TX4UAGDxeqUjiKOv4lBPyT6QSnEnadl7xsuGI7rt_ZFjvMRnCJ7yyhDnvTSwkVih/s1600/SAM_0564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB8mpXqlAKgMW9DHScWug9v1Zy8VYBkIm7WmH7AHKHFJr0WC7_VNs7TcQffxF2jsuhcgWK9sMQxtF2TX4UAGDxeqUjiKOv4lBPyT6QSnEnadl7xsuGI7rt_ZFjvMRnCJ7yyhDnvTSwkVih/s640/SAM_0564.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsQsLOP3Bfh7DgU4jhiITyCo0EP2gCe5tKrkF6qdOkxYq_Qyo-hjwylE5y8mIchcBIgZGPwSIu7hTIkcrck6q0jpVUeSbH1rWwn-_u2p-3nWGadbWgSdIYQMKUuXCVysL9kjn3HV7hlRc/s1600/SAM_0565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsQsLOP3Bfh7DgU4jhiITyCo0EP2gCe5tKrkF6qdOkxYq_Qyo-hjwylE5y8mIchcBIgZGPwSIu7hTIkcrck6q0jpVUeSbH1rWwn-_u2p-3nWGadbWgSdIYQMKUuXCVysL9kjn3HV7hlRc/s640/SAM_0565.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAE7hInV0xZ380G9a9EnQW4xu2LozWfesf67i6FOpjU-s-XtbrmU4PBVVc4FM7TvqoNUhOCBMYxp5r0yv0ASx5_WlpcsOavRwXuHWB_IooGURZe-bt094Mg02azJGt5kg9NXj9JwpW53N/s1600/SAM_0581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAE7hInV0xZ380G9a9EnQW4xu2LozWfesf67i6FOpjU-s-XtbrmU4PBVVc4FM7TvqoNUhOCBMYxp5r0yv0ASx5_WlpcsOavRwXuHWB_IooGURZe-bt094Mg02azJGt5kg9NXj9JwpW53N/s640/SAM_0581.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitS73hgvKp9lGDcvMrRb8doP2J6QYHjkN1cabwSHMRn71LBOz2ssbCFnvPGqIm9Z46uzxxVXv_lJ8CWSyUUXGfKjNm95g8XcvXBtEbHUcagD0Q_9CFV3Am6cXz_5YJzbpM6eApLDjpwzra/s1600/SAM_0584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitS73hgvKp9lGDcvMrRb8doP2J6QYHjkN1cabwSHMRn71LBOz2ssbCFnvPGqIm9Z46uzxxVXv_lJ8CWSyUUXGfKjNm95g8XcvXBtEbHUcagD0Q_9CFV3Am6cXz_5YJzbpM6eApLDjpwzra/s640/SAM_0584.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Saúde e paz ao meu bebê, felicidades mil a todos os meus amores: Edson (paizinho lindo), Iquinho (meu adolescente cheio de onda), Cauãzinho (meu menino perguntador) e Henriquinho (meu principezinho terceiro)...</span></span>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-28569389841454901662011-11-25T06:27:00.000-08:002011-11-25T13:02:27.471-08:00Meus últimos dias de grávida... Henriquinho está chegando!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjtFpoTsWnHfN7weHTg57LJgVn-6UGCPoKf_5hqFcXrcwWpfoEz5MrIkQXLGit7-nqYUbJnD0XsiqxumYdZvdrXogBq9bywQ0svFLonMO43o9nw6PC0b28PZhboo5q6eAf3H1xsdOiuwK/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjtFpoTsWnHfN7weHTg57LJgVn-6UGCPoKf_5hqFcXrcwWpfoEz5MrIkQXLGit7-nqYUbJnD0XsiqxumYdZvdrXogBq9bywQ0svFLonMO43o9nw6PC0b28PZhboo5q6eAf3H1xsdOiuwK/s640/4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtJmUQfAkI3cKiZ9SDWT1f8lVdO95BQ-8p3NqelCF7X2DMebpZxl0aeGETgp25gPmZgPZs6C9z3V6tRZ6kRnMflj0nzCppyc_mTv88OnW_4TT1s4FoQ1yGuIzCL3JeI-OBcHr32lw3VvH/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtJmUQfAkI3cKiZ9SDWT1f8lVdO95BQ-8p3NqelCF7X2DMebpZxl0aeGETgp25gPmZgPZs6C9z3V6tRZ6kRnMflj0nzCppyc_mTv88OnW_4TT1s4FoQ1yGuIzCL3JeI-OBcHr32lw3VvH/s640/3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVaf1q5QOyq6O7SzqpP8jBylRZ42nlpwsUTF68fG_33JQoIoJP_X3tJAPQAmcX_QsgALoRfJJaaIgBBvvHZiOGAMfas6Yu2aCv5UK4bUrQ7rnTHBgtthT9Rduvn1bE4NnzRS4fL5C76t82/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVaf1q5QOyq6O7SzqpP8jBylRZ42nlpwsUTF68fG_33JQoIoJP_X3tJAPQAmcX_QsgALoRfJJaaIgBBvvHZiOGAMfas6Yu2aCv5UK4bUrQ7rnTHBgtthT9Rduvn1bE4NnzRS4fL5C76t82/s640/6.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEMWlDp41JXNTKaBDC6Lwc9O47ZIgz12hMpWfMFWnK-60YZRwyLzSdtkUWU-pdeWF4j8ek13gVOtW-J4TfVWCsiXes01XRB5zxAiE6qN19g-7XmbKkdwvmFytZvVNq_atG-xQ80f8qMLpR/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEMWlDp41JXNTKaBDC6Lwc9O47ZIgz12hMpWfMFWnK-60YZRwyLzSdtkUWU-pdeWF4j8ek13gVOtW-J4TfVWCsiXes01XRB5zxAiE6qN19g-7XmbKkdwvmFytZvVNq_atG-xQ80f8qMLpR/s640/7.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5jMeZZpWjMGwUZC5eW2Yd2WGaICidgh4R4TOLcVMjBDKZbfjhgxWpLi1S_ASVeScnLG5lD_2KYRiJKfD10mMbfrc3_gU6lyBxw_mNm46y2HTwbK0FL-nLaKlSMtOBFIw87iFtBeQCn6QI/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5jMeZZpWjMGwUZC5eW2Yd2WGaICidgh4R4TOLcVMjBDKZbfjhgxWpLi1S_ASVeScnLG5lD_2KYRiJKfD10mMbfrc3_gU6lyBxw_mNm46y2HTwbK0FL-nLaKlSMtOBFIw87iFtBeQCn6QI/s640/8.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPK9ZTWmtDQBb2Bqd1p8fdNzFsZ84T71t8rCskNd77_Jt5tGVD7nOtom1vr1XXqrDfopWnDf6UETIPTOleHuRTC3VeCZmrxfWUpXR9TMbLzgiGbylGcWHzg1I7-Vq1lx6Pe9UApfSZXoHS/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPK9ZTWmtDQBb2Bqd1p8fdNzFsZ84T71t8rCskNd77_Jt5tGVD7nOtom1vr1XXqrDfopWnDf6UETIPTOleHuRTC3VeCZmrxfWUpXR9TMbLzgiGbylGcWHzg1I7-Vq1lx6Pe9UApfSZXoHS/s640/9.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy8EzUQSl8qb7CA0fFsbzhkdopBIH2301mBga0V7EevvOUANL4im30osy-tKEUARKYb0qGRZd0yug7SJKkugXu12nnnuc9LunqikHxpBWzt1fDlZjIzw4zTtsBecXebc5dPvUJVdB6rgo2/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy8EzUQSl8qb7CA0fFsbzhkdopBIH2301mBga0V7EevvOUANL4im30osy-tKEUARKYb0qGRZd0yug7SJKkugXu12nnnuc9LunqikHxpBWzt1fDlZjIzw4zTtsBecXebc5dPvUJVdB6rgo2/s640/10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu3gbqMfsmDWKc8vxuhHhQjwcmGh6iZx_vtwA6HIi4uTuxf9Uz0VMTFtZlClan83fUiV6blgAOGXuYqVLd0NO3caXp59GUjG8gFRY4nAdXte-MJBJuRneT6bmRosVPCktLA014qiF9b9m6/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu3gbqMfsmDWKc8vxuhHhQjwcmGh6iZx_vtwA6HIi4uTuxf9Uz0VMTFtZlClan83fUiV6blgAOGXuYqVLd0NO3caXp59GUjG8gFRY4nAdXte-MJBJuRneT6bmRosVPCktLA014qiF9b9m6/s640/11.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu3gbqMfsmDWKc8vxuhHhQjwcmGh6iZx_vtwA6HIi4uTuxf9Uz0VMTFtZlClan83fUiV6blgAOGXuYqVLd0NO3caXp59GUjG8gFRY4nAdXte-MJBJuRneT6bmRosVPCktLA014qiF9b9m6/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCAQzOpLeSwOUfNDQ481pF4D52Q7lzFxhq13VuzYN_m2UUFFpnO2kmQuUl0EbpvHYIjysKieyvtI2dtsDEgYz1CiqRvGPbERGYsD1IMw0wEl8EbdZu4TjjtdbhicZj_8vYW60b4MIRAta/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCAQzOpLeSwOUfNDQ481pF4D52Q7lzFxhq13VuzYN_m2UUFFpnO2kmQuUl0EbpvHYIjysKieyvtI2dtsDEgYz1CiqRvGPbERGYsD1IMw0wEl8EbdZu4TjjtdbhicZj_8vYW60b4MIRAta/s640/12.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumP9dbHWgk09kKMJCNPdpSEIOIKG0E2kQsaa6SAta4iBrCTNq25THtpVTPXs_JEREqalMvDrBWuRvYPNVuo06JbMxIO4BbTvdrSK116Ls82es3NyPPPa4IMCeH2CAHmdI1qcoXg8g1JL9/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumP9dbHWgk09kKMJCNPdpSEIOIKG0E2kQsaa6SAta4iBrCTNq25THtpVTPXs_JEREqalMvDrBWuRvYPNVuo06JbMxIO4BbTvdrSK116Ls82es3NyPPPa4IMCeH2CAHmdI1qcoXg8g1JL9/s640/14.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNpxnYmZaS47IQUCs4aQ-FEQzc1euYUR81UnI3Ar79CG74IpO_X_4enfnYL6S6mrR_VncI1Xo_8WHDCiTEmQ72cKSu9WBFBrlqhyphenhyphenyR2zU0JX7Ws1XIROhU2lFE5MgR2ql3mQqkva9FgLgk/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNpxnYmZaS47IQUCs4aQ-FEQzc1euYUR81UnI3Ar79CG74IpO_X_4enfnYL6S6mrR_VncI1Xo_8WHDCiTEmQ72cKSu9WBFBrlqhyphenhyphenyR2zU0JX7Ws1XIROhU2lFE5MgR2ql3mQqkva9FgLgk/s640/16.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSxzatHAZ2bvio1AYq02wN0NJekcolsF8OcfL29cTvnm6q050FFSdCISHDng0D620aycGGMgUkPMrhpXOMXD1G_CF6DE95v9Ju1xfvb7XbQ3G1mSF_QcRMxjeNeGqQW4qLpr9i4p43Wth/s1600/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSxzatHAZ2bvio1AYq02wN0NJekcolsF8OcfL29cTvnm6q050FFSdCISHDng0D620aycGGMgUkPMrhpXOMXD1G_CF6DE95v9Ju1xfvb7XbQ3G1mSF_QcRMxjeNeGqQW4qLpr9i4p43Wth/s640/17.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhqchbEdMk1dxs1c9RrBckS66efTdQjU3e_cvNGnEUEeL4owmXmDkLrGEkRrXd3rRI3WfpkBo5ENeRuOzzGXLrGZX-2Mfe-2FgYvgfQ_0fjkC_cJcR2tAKf2pv7vwpoFNttzxMfV4Zoj0k/s1600/18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhqchbEdMk1dxs1c9RrBckS66efTdQjU3e_cvNGnEUEeL4owmXmDkLrGEkRrXd3rRI3WfpkBo5ENeRuOzzGXLrGZX-2Mfe-2FgYvgfQ_0fjkC_cJcR2tAKf2pv7vwpoFNttzxMfV4Zoj0k/s640/18.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FrOjKPTrAy0ZDC_TWCxJLQ6iUyWvUyhKRdzUeOR3DRk6TeixvWNEJYRCm8ovteksM5qB_vbEyFD_zUgLuBY-l3ieZuB_XWo7-SbiJFxPbhxpVR9sV1dX_MRCoKgawn4uLAOejbPIG26G/s1600/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FrOjKPTrAy0ZDC_TWCxJLQ6iUyWvUyhKRdzUeOR3DRk6TeixvWNEJYRCm8ovteksM5qB_vbEyFD_zUgLuBY-l3ieZuB_XWo7-SbiJFxPbhxpVR9sV1dX_MRCoKgawn4uLAOejbPIG26G/s640/20.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3LSqI_bALALucXMC5iYgWLtXjlvvsbKVak3Upwu6cxVIr82pdc2JKKo_Sd8JzlyjMX5rUQuTexfY2s76gGwz5F8y4EX6UBzjBSW1FAnN062vbHEPgqH89XlfbU5kWI-4tn7b8cLK2zBL/s1600/22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3LSqI_bALALucXMC5iYgWLtXjlvvsbKVak3Upwu6cxVIr82pdc2JKKo_Sd8JzlyjMX5rUQuTexfY2s76gGwz5F8y4EX6UBzjBSW1FAnN062vbHEPgqH89XlfbU5kWI-4tn7b8cLK2zBL/s640/22.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkNXWNleu0Sb-OhkoJlXF1eaOChyphenhyphenM6ZgxIF4tThj9QpN62uxT1j-9W-XH-Ml8lUHfzwHL2MD_15M1X_rHvzIB8sfUmPY8bCSyjrBuF7C7xYDJgpgF-W9Gpi30ybHmQ8GvIFCqzSCetoKt/s1600/24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkNXWNleu0Sb-OhkoJlXF1eaOChyphenhyphenM6ZgxIF4tThj9QpN62uxT1j-9W-XH-Ml8lUHfzwHL2MD_15M1X_rHvzIB8sfUmPY8bCSyjrBuF7C7xYDJgpgF-W9Gpi30ybHmQ8GvIFCqzSCetoKt/s640/24.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVx8hgAnujToEhWpPRQZZD83ygY17UNDMvie_1jRDqzWrSoMSwrVDAQQIJ0uNKtKIrurEzLEqRF3TdLydW40LE0S-DcVvugt2gClxvxjyKeZc6aJCxy5-QUy-asuszbLdVxPXUS9wyLsOy/s1600/25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVx8hgAnujToEhWpPRQZZD83ygY17UNDMvie_1jRDqzWrSoMSwrVDAQQIJ0uNKtKIrurEzLEqRF3TdLydW40LE0S-DcVvugt2gClxvxjyKeZc6aJCxy5-QUy-asuszbLdVxPXUS9wyLsOy/s640/25.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5Jbuzhqj4AcnAI05fUJgWcUzoyY5MiYu_DTYniCXh2YhHE2dt47Yoi0zccr2ax0wIEUXBNC1HF-Xa5gehQkAUR1vY63FNai06cHwQHEOqEelVC_v17az0trAZeNAWsN2WFFcnoiUqRro/s1600/26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5Jbuzhqj4AcnAI05fUJgWcUzoyY5MiYu_DTYniCXh2YhHE2dt47Yoi0zccr2ax0wIEUXBNC1HF-Xa5gehQkAUR1vY63FNai06cHwQHEOqEelVC_v17az0trAZeNAWsN2WFFcnoiUqRro/s640/26.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6ALid9pOqrfTas37K96LOPd9YfsWVOnC9j9A8tuHFtiI0_jNzDB_xmMvmj6s98nnHwOusg0KnlYVWJKTUTs83xi1-VJXWEjGaWSEscH57wfaWe1_wYrkhFXpOIYoaKMUNi8c15ZVBn-T/s1600/27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6ALid9pOqrfTas37K96LOPd9YfsWVOnC9j9A8tuHFtiI0_jNzDB_xmMvmj6s98nnHwOusg0KnlYVWJKTUTs83xi1-VJXWEjGaWSEscH57wfaWe1_wYrkhFXpOIYoaKMUNi8c15ZVBn-T/s640/27.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpzso8vaxJFv9hBvPwzA7HT5IgM3aC2byn9oSDcf9vpAEfZcJMem-Q2RIRlTyY94pAK9hN-mUJtbNmot-tg4ikb4yH2fo-As9meYo6fbGZR9KlzDQGkCxzHSavdWlsTidER6gKtSjoAH9/s1600/28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpzso8vaxJFv9hBvPwzA7HT5IgM3aC2byn9oSDcf9vpAEfZcJMem-Q2RIRlTyY94pAK9hN-mUJtbNmot-tg4ikb4yH2fo-As9meYo6fbGZR9KlzDQGkCxzHSavdWlsTidER6gKtSjoAH9/s640/28.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCuRw1LijyoWizikMyGbmxu8DCnMqjqwP3SNwiYAgZoVx4_LSFZaH2W6U0LWHSDk6AqILhnOQQL_BmNrrg_Q1-30RAF1FJsogYklh22CDWHJe3ju46l5sBk6tNrWm3qJGn7pTU9C04ilAA/s1600/29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCuRw1LijyoWizikMyGbmxu8DCnMqjqwP3SNwiYAgZoVx4_LSFZaH2W6U0LWHSDk6AqILhnOQQL_BmNrrg_Q1-30RAF1FJsogYklh22CDWHJe3ju46l5sBk6tNrWm3qJGn7pTU9C04ilAA/s640/29.jpg" width="640" /> </a> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3TztbhNhyphenhyphenbS6Dd35cwYRk885O8rZJu-oJflF-ygaUQgjgFYsX-lPQx9ZMBbIjQj9L2YkvZMn-3xPZC_CDG3iAB_SSlTqn-tee3fbHNz6j-Lizz1Msw7tN7yTmaVBe-4EFpUaaaCVl3y0q/s1600/30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-34302021256455975212011-11-16T16:54:00.000-08:002011-11-16T16:55:20.945-08:00Registrando minha ansiedade pela chegada de Henrique, nosso principezinho terceiro...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-S8l5F-0HSBeRSLZRwAWee1iT3HIVeDJN_F84aXvpkdM5imfo8E_7e25Cnu5nDTqrFKDVBC4hYZ1f3p1hkJW6pV7a7bGeiZYC-2P8UPi2NrK5Kza7W4M-T4TyIPrkCy9eI5CAvOiz5WhD/s1600/DSC03678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-S8l5F-0HSBeRSLZRwAWee1iT3HIVeDJN_F84aXvpkdM5imfo8E_7e25Cnu5nDTqrFKDVBC4hYZ1f3p1hkJW6pV7a7bGeiZYC-2P8UPi2NrK5Kza7W4M-T4TyIPrkCy9eI5CAvOiz5WhD/s640/DSC03678.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Faltam pouquíssimos dias para Henrique chegar e a ansiedade tá grande demais!</span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">Tudo o que mais desejo é ter um parto bem tranquilo e que esse menininho venha com muita saúde e bem disposto </span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">para encarar a família maluquinha que o aguarda </span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">com tanto amor no coração....</span></div>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-88623703921037344492011-11-01T07:03:00.000-07:002011-11-01T07:03:54.115-07:00Só pra dizer Bom Dia!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhnW2gzaFCzXvzhdlNqQwBTwad9obOgNKynpvz2hEkAO17IrAfo5cTz7vfkb52BekwqfR0HhC9W1gnsK42RhaDitdfGpQgHN7YeSYA3rc2CWUKl5MrgYr6CuKgj65xhAmiU0pSS2T1aBHB/s1600/DSC03546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhnW2gzaFCzXvzhdlNqQwBTwad9obOgNKynpvz2hEkAO17IrAfo5cTz7vfkb52BekwqfR0HhC9W1gnsK42RhaDitdfGpQgHN7YeSYA3rc2CWUKl5MrgYr6CuKgj65xhAmiU0pSS2T1aBHB/s640/DSC03546.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-90708284285006757542011-10-24T13:19:00.000-07:002011-10-24T13:19:46.465-07:00Cine Casarão: não percam!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzBORVD1XNMHQzua9mUl2AFKYTjWWYiDkBLsyDw9mPRjIBAZGLltxZnLSQnM5hmKbAMp_BxCdK4YzGPj7txuUL4ib3U9rBLyo1hpAajMXyG4bqN_O-ZS91LUpLz7guJ9umwMPnIagA2Tb/s1600/CARTAZ_Cine_Casarao_Memorias_postumas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzBORVD1XNMHQzua9mUl2AFKYTjWWYiDkBLsyDw9mPRjIBAZGLltxZnLSQnM5hmKbAMp_BxCdK4YzGPj7txuUL4ib3U9rBLyo1hpAajMXyG4bqN_O-ZS91LUpLz7guJ9umwMPnIagA2Tb/s640/CARTAZ_Cine_Casarao_Memorias_postumas.JPG" width="451" /></a></div>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-58647302260833129122011-10-07T17:21:00.000-07:002011-10-07T17:21:30.051-07:00um poeminha meu que acho lindo!<div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">sobre as pipas</span></span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">borboletas de papel</span></span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">são só o sonho que </span></span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">todo menino tem de voar... </span></span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><br />
</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;"><img border="0" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZB9dhTGwcTZb0htwhBYshhVVsGT8g-2mvG8X0zyNuo8OQZjcFHDH0kIA9irMK5-iEyHioVKilnrqb8zJbDsbKY0T-CC1679kjE6iqTQOzMp7eIUJzfzZu8T418bwuyfTuMO493Mf3OXk2/s640/meu+desenho.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">Ilustração: Luma Carvalho (Ai! Bendito PAINT!!!)</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-12281213732339288442011-10-03T06:07:00.000-07:002011-10-03T06:07:51.718-07:00Meu amor e eu...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKa6_hZzoErCxXRB-8dOeQm4kPhsA9pnnLQ6VPW08uwQyReWMCG8KTRh9l56-AyiCvGK0tXP_lJ8dmHfCoePGZP5TmORCBAxE5vE3cz4FW9xYquJVh8boSbCbfnNezQ21-EVClZMJKwSTC/s1600/DSC03333.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKa6_hZzoErCxXRB-8dOeQm4kPhsA9pnnLQ6VPW08uwQyReWMCG8KTRh9l56-AyiCvGK0tXP_lJ8dmHfCoePGZP5TmORCBAxE5vE3cz4FW9xYquJVh8boSbCbfnNezQ21-EVClZMJKwSTC/s320/DSC03333.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />
<br />
<div style="color: white;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">Estou</span><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;"> completando os </span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">07 meses de gravidez essa </span>semana e resolvi postar umas fotos que tirei ao lado do meu amor, sábado, no aniversário da minha sobrinha linda, Leilinha.</span></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #741b47;"></span></span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisMq49em7ycC0uUJDxdhY2XqqYARu0eLDRl9B9g7Klq3N6oHanmim1OT6VO-7EuNxUOh3lMkYyFPHjs5rT51n70iiOsC2fdg6hVDsHCZjArT5AfTaddtEFWQFI3ZTwDGYGqDBZg7E8c74Z/s1600/DSC03335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisMq49em7ycC0uUJDxdhY2XqqYARu0eLDRl9B9g7Klq3N6oHanmim1OT6VO-7EuNxUOh3lMkYyFPHjs5rT51n70iiOsC2fdg6hVDsHCZjArT5AfTaddtEFWQFI3ZTwDGYGqDBZg7E8c74Z/s400/DSC03335.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">Só pra vocês verem meu barrigão e a cara de felicidade que meu lindão e eu estamos de tanto que esperamos com ansiedades mil o dia de ver a carinha de Henrique...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoltkvC3M4bEXdOHZjmmSpEJURgCEkpk0CYBZ9ti2wkmEa-Ozb5QB4gH4Dqw2r_SEQi6KV747kqf_6YR9eUS0-Y7ZChxh5vrE6CuhCoI6XIIW_icT-LT1wy4EgyyVTgfRduPcPTberz3MX/s1600/DSC03334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoltkvC3M4bEXdOHZjmmSpEJURgCEkpk0CYBZ9ti2wkmEa-Ozb5QB4gH4Dqw2r_SEQi6KV747kqf_6YR9eUS0-Y7ZChxh5vrE6CuhCoI6XIIW_icT-LT1wy4EgyyVTgfRduPcPTberz3MX/s400/DSC03334.JPG" width="300" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">Henrique, nosso principezinho terceiro, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">venha com saúde e preparado para uma casa que te espera com muito amor, carinho e com muitos barulhinhos </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">dos seus outros irmãozinhos!!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-11889097812840735442011-09-22T12:10:00.000-07:002011-09-22T12:10:14.584-07:00Em homenagem ao Casarão e aos seus lindos moradores que tanto amo...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtalFGHdpRkC8gcdjfjN-mBEMSCY-oRudLK3y6PMPe9U0WRSxGJMMxxN4yRX47QGW37cvNkELArP3kikx_YFPPK2dOAkArAqSr-96TXnB49SQl227XT6uBhUddcTuEk5BzX3lLSxJ47uD_/s1600/DSC01815.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikz_e1pxMZka6U-laiP1iLGPYZGoOyluMFbiN5G2rwQi8VNVgthsjWX7NLiO3ttedV6lA0zXVmotfqQiXkUIHhvmRuPS8C4GdYZ5L8hacbEqN6OHJhvqpyqyoY1XkmnRVwn-likLcSiPlT/s1600/SDC10354.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmjSYVUKibecN2uLmuG-AwaxMCBiyhX66MrUsw-EYNCQRwhxSOhzDxmODf5vZlGVtBSSfVqaEZMl4Rl58Znjy8J0JIosGBkiVR9s8C8gwXWvKJYvoftfMmV4299Zy9MbwGxEBcX17vfXH0/s1600/SDC10337.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a><br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">era uma vez...</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">era uma vez uma casa</span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">deixe-me ver como falo dela:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">era uma casa muito engraçada</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">tinha teto, tinha calçada</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">tinha porta, tinha janela</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">trinco, ferrolho e tramela</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">mas ninguém morava nela</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">ninguém queria</span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">entrar nela não</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">porque a casa</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">era sem emoção</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">foi quando um certo dia</span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">colorido como em carnavais</span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">aconteceu um encontro</span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">entre pessoas especiais:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmjSYVUKibecN2uLmuG-AwaxMCBiyhX66MrUsw-EYNCQRwhxSOhzDxmODf5vZlGVtBSSfVqaEZMl4Rl58Znjy8J0JIosGBkiVR9s8C8gwXWvKJYvoftfMmV4299Zy9MbwGxEBcX17vfXH0/s1600/SDC10337.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmjSYVUKibecN2uLmuG-AwaxMCBiyhX66MrUsw-EYNCQRwhxSOhzDxmODf5vZlGVtBSSfVqaEZMl4Rl58Znjy8J0JIosGBkiVR9s8C8gwXWvKJYvoftfMmV4299Zy9MbwGxEBcX17vfXH0/s320/SDC10337.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">o menino que carregava</span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">água na peneira</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">tava todo tristonho</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">pensando besteira</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">não sabia o que fazer</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">tentou ensaiar umas cantigas</span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">mas logo deu de cara</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">com a menina das formigas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpS1B0OCVDCqbnB1oz6KhhrNWaxBK6lppj2pATxyzcLXD70weoXZvjWG4sFU1jaEuxtSUTCPryl424lUxSca91wURqgWG8joc6vCPsQa22-8gg8j5SRvrjx5BDCTt5D8DjVWBGMoqj0E5f/s1600/SDC11127.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpS1B0OCVDCqbnB1oz6KhhrNWaxBK6lppj2pATxyzcLXD70weoXZvjWG4sFU1jaEuxtSUTCPryl424lUxSca91wURqgWG8joc6vCPsQa22-8gg8j5SRvrjx5BDCTt5D8DjVWBGMoqj0E5f/s320/SDC11127.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">logo, logo se gostaram </span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">e saíram saltitantes</span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">quando no meio do caminho</span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">encontraram a menina cantante</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZzvKHKAoQLtOOx3P5vjTO48zhdIzH04Es6ibV7KtnYFDX9VTt6jtgTfYH6iTz0Q13bqQslFQ-o26jyQQGeh1GIRVLKBmG8KvaIDPNg22RRz9ScQteaPl2bxL7GC3tLLIlN7dtCAnqu81x/s1600/P1050429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZzvKHKAoQLtOOx3P5vjTO48zhdIzH04Es6ibV7KtnYFDX9VTt6jtgTfYH6iTz0Q13bqQslFQ-o26jyQQGeh1GIRVLKBmG8KvaIDPNg22RRz9ScQteaPl2bxL7GC3tLLIlN7dtCAnqu81x/s320/P1050429.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtalFGHdpRkC8gcdjfjN-mBEMSCY-oRudLK3y6PMPe9U0WRSxGJMMxxN4yRX47QGW37cvNkELArP3kikx_YFPPK2dOAkArAqSr-96TXnB49SQl227XT6uBhUddcTuEk5BzX3lLSxJ47uD_/s1600/DSC01815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGr8aS772Talh5wDbgPlONGp7PdDK7nj6mEqOrE8Bc2cOg4EoXonBnIKJuuqChqjeuIqP-JhGyiZMj5VlRKdKC1rBsN4aJ65NA_lvDwhVKtXsPTu6RJYPyxHoEp8A-NU2OlpDZPC272tgK/s1600/SDC10417.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";"> <span style="font-size: large;">deram logo as mãos</span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">começaram a sorrir</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">e pelo mesmo caminho</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">continuaram a seguir</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">até que o menino</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">por um minuto parou</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">olhou pras duas meninas</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">e em voz alta falou:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">olha só o que encontrei!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">o que? o mapa da mina?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">não, vejam vocês </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">é ela, a maria menina</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikz_e1pxMZka6U-laiP1iLGPYZGoOyluMFbiN5G2rwQi8VNVgthsjWX7NLiO3ttedV6lA0zXVmotfqQiXkUIHhvmRuPS8C4GdYZ5L8hacbEqN6OHJhvqpyqyoY1XkmnRVwn-likLcSiPlT/s1600/SDC10354.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikz_e1pxMZka6U-laiP1iLGPYZGoOyluMFbiN5G2rwQi8VNVgthsjWX7NLiO3ttedV6lA0zXVmotfqQiXkUIHhvmRuPS8C4GdYZ5L8hacbEqN6OHJhvqpyqyoY1XkmnRVwn-likLcSiPlT/s320/SDC10354.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">ufa! que sorte a nossa!</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">isso sim é um tesouro</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">pois veja quem está ali</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">e não é o menino curioso</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJa0KOAh6H144He7940Qo0Bi_EgCCw9RYE_63BLsPBW63kLbD2k2nDhajiHqa0f8ZET6KktEP8g3GOyxm1rVazdX-Xwj78OGcz2XAwqyRdUgIJzZPMsUK9QxkWm218zXA7BxsG9_BZ3qGu/s1600/SDC11170.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJa0KOAh6H144He7940Qo0Bi_EgCCw9RYE_63BLsPBW63kLbD2k2nDhajiHqa0f8ZET6KktEP8g3GOyxm1rVazdX-Xwj78OGcz2XAwqyRdUgIJzZPMsUK9QxkWm218zXA7BxsG9_BZ3qGu/s320/SDC11170.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">é ele sim, que sorte a nossa</span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">acho que agora não falta mais nada</span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">como assim? falta sim</span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">chegou ela: a menina avoada</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_sJvsPvXpg2EHdf67Y-f6JDwN5PKKI-9WsOI9Y7a-LMEFIfKSpql_K1Fqa0Uw1QlSFFPZJkFjKKiC7wNKXnQrOC29eMPfWTN_aPXed4h8xoaewLlT5B3BjgiNfLI6qnmg-ZQlv3ftV7nF/s1600/SDC10544.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_sJvsPvXpg2EHdf67Y-f6JDwN5PKKI-9WsOI9Y7a-LMEFIfKSpql_K1Fqa0Uw1QlSFFPZJkFjKKiC7wNKXnQrOC29eMPfWTN_aPXed4h8xoaewLlT5B3BjgiNfLI6qnmg-ZQlv3ftV7nF/s320/SDC10544.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">e os pequenos poetas</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">continuaram a caminhada</span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">só pararam quando encontraram</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">a tal da casa engraçada</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">foi então que aquela casa</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">a do começo dessa história</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">abriu enfim suas portas</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">e vive em tempos de glória</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtalFGHdpRkC8gcdjfjN-mBEMSCY-oRudLK3y6PMPe9U0WRSxGJMMxxN4yRX47QGW37cvNkELArP3kikx_YFPPK2dOAkArAqSr-96TXnB49SQl227XT6uBhUddcTuEk5BzX3lLSxJ47uD_/s1600/DSC01815.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtalFGHdpRkC8gcdjfjN-mBEMSCY-oRudLK3y6PMPe9U0WRSxGJMMxxN4yRX47QGW37cvNkELArP3kikx_YFPPK2dOAkArAqSr-96TXnB49SQl227XT6uBhUddcTuEk5BzX3lLSxJ47uD_/s320/DSC01815.JPG" width="320" /></a><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">tudo por causa desses poetas</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">que se entregam de alma e coração</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">hoje a casa engraçada</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">é conhecida como o casarão</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">e vivem de levar poesia</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">e encher as ruas de emoção...</span></span></div>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-41270061154137003112011-08-20T14:22:00.000-07:002011-08-20T14:22:42.134-07:00Só pra falar dos meus filhotes...<div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Espião de meus bastidores<br />
Olhou minhas entranhas enquanto virava ser humano<br />
quieto dentro de mim como as palavras antes de serem poesia"</span></div><div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Elisa Lucinda </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNXcG7V5Se7JUcZV6cEHbSQxPgUe-Dtm7N5o3wKjdQE364l1gEILoUlBR14pk8y3Zz6Lb-PWyIbEYCOIObc0LeGIWkNnpOS-2WcMV5m8Mrx0l8ozV-JSF6TYDd6CdpcFmrObpyr5A7dGJ/s1600/DSC02749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNXcG7V5Se7JUcZV6cEHbSQxPgUe-Dtm7N5o3wKjdQE364l1gEILoUlBR14pk8y3Zz6Lb-PWyIbEYCOIObc0LeGIWkNnpOS-2WcMV5m8Mrx0l8ozV-JSF6TYDd6CdpcFmrObpyr5A7dGJ/s400/DSC02749.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Iquinho e Cauãzinho... meus furacõezinhos falantes...</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<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;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4TOZk_jPrE5MUdEtHqkcSf-YavDzxcDGLzTXG_3rCIpcDVZSCmEtbU_8wUgH9R0sq4N-LTfGk75K1PCxz-xb2vAMp7mtIKc5VVWuJe6Si0jjYk_zZNESFn5Vlp-UOy7QLeaanirpT_1k/s400/DSC01848.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /></td></tr>
<tr style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Esse aqui é Henriquinho... habitando meu ventre quentinho</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4TOZk_jPrE5MUdEtHqkcSf-YavDzxcDGLzTXG_3rCIpcDVZSCmEtbU_8wUgH9R0sq4N-LTfGk75K1PCxz-xb2vAMp7mtIKc5VVWuJe6Si0jjYk_zZNESFn5Vlp-UOy7QLeaanirpT_1k/s1600/DSC01848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: magenta;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Amo esses meninos maluquinhos que movimentam minhas horas e enchem minha vida de alegria, palavras, cuidados, de amor mais que infinito e absoluto... sempre e para sempre...</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Sou a mamãe mais feliz do mundo, sabia??? </span></span></span></div><div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-84771357839930585182011-06-21T07:04:00.000-07:002011-06-21T07:04:09.866-07:00Encontros poéticos...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-IUZ9Q_qrkO7Pb6pMsvXWeY0-Su6mJK883ryGWpdsOVaCU4IC_wyfd3vuloqEZ1Y0zv52iI55UWbJukdtQPSytlib_buTY9IhFO7-QjAdV2p2XEbvgQzVQcE4lN8jpDf5Non_EMWUBqtX/s1600/DSC01832.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU42P98sBl7bwshn5IS2NA-Mcu_QolD3s2O5XtjZGVnUn68MDRDa0nXh758iEX1Z2Nm8XS1Vrtu_LCrDOy-jsXgdu7tzI_pHp6YtsCoVt8D8qHK24oS4yzL0HTdFbhBSXgWmfK1I1fakyZ/s1600/DSC01831.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a></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;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWZSJXQyP5nPR0eOh48lcL8VAujw-11TIt_-zyIGtGehx2jjBFLt_utoXXoGT7SPSTWfkFlc1fykBovsGZ5wDRdSguvNvrm5ScdFkX34CJHBZOooe6ehSxn0kulOTakSpDZCZg-VlLl84/s400/DSC01826.JPG" width="400" /></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">No meio do caminho tinham curvas</span></b></td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ah... A curiosidade me fez chegar esses dias mais perto do universo de José Bezerra Gomes... </span></span></div><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYOhrS8-2NXK3LR0d_fRelOLgj16oBV12QEK96kZNTBw4JvgxNb4emwKAk_E4CHm1wqT6EWVXjB_oqih5H1pjTehTUKdfwHnAl4yfdYhyZfS3bGjx9N20bkYoobNbdhREorm_sbM7W_uo/s400/DSC01825.JPG" width="400" /></div><div style="color: red; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Os espinhos do sertão trago todos na memória:</span></span></span></span></span></b></div><div style="color: red; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">mandacaru, xique-xique, macambira, palmatória" </span></span></span></b> </span></span></div><div style="color: red; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Recentemente, desbravei matos e caminhos desconhecidos até chegar na casa onde esse escrevedor seridoense </span></span></div><div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">de versos e histórias nasceu...</span></span></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;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU42P98sBl7bwshn5IS2NA-Mcu_QolD3s2O5XtjZGVnUn68MDRDa0nXh758iEX1Z2Nm8XS1Vrtu_LCrDOy-jsXgdu7tzI_pHp6YtsCoVt8D8qHK24oS4yzL0HTdFbhBSXgWmfK1I1fakyZ/s400/DSC01831.JPG" width="400" /></td></tr>
<tr style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Tinha uma porteira no meio do caminho</span></b></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sítio Brejuí é o nome do lugar que guarda as primeias horas da vida daquele que um dia viria a ser um grande escritor, "cutucador" das miudezas cotidianas desse seridó feito de espinhos, chuva, sequidão, romances, seridó feito de vida sentida desde a sola do pé pisando na terra, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">ora seca, ora molhada, mas terra viva, sempre viva...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></div><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-IUZ9Q_qrkO7Pb6pMsvXWeY0-Su6mJK883ryGWpdsOVaCU4IC_wyfd3vuloqEZ1Y0zv52iI55UWbJukdtQPSytlib_buTY9IhFO7-QjAdV2p2XEbvgQzVQcE4lN8jpDf5Non_EMWUBqtX/s1600/DSC01832.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-IUZ9Q_qrkO7Pb6pMsvXWeY0-Su6mJK883ryGWpdsOVaCU4IC_wyfd3vuloqEZ1Y0zv52iI55UWbJukdtQPSytlib_buTY9IhFO7-QjAdV2p2XEbvgQzVQcE4lN8jpDf5Non_EMWUBqtX/s400/DSC01832.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>"O vento levantava redemoinhos açoitando a porta da frente da casa"</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foi emocionante sentir os cheiros e os sons daquele lugar, apesar de abandonado, solitário demais.</span></span></span></div><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipbwlymamishQ3YEgT8IqwfHYEtX0TTClkAGYSYyTq03VsUyMHGKgbSKfW2IEyJvvA3FdqIVNz1Rrkw2c_Tm4jgD7s7bmmEbqD7OV6pbSMxRHucc71ya85EycGoA2UBBe-T-9OmiWm-kNP/s1600/DSC01833.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipbwlymamishQ3YEgT8IqwfHYEtX0TTClkAGYSYyTq03VsUyMHGKgbSKfW2IEyJvvA3FdqIVNz1Rrkw2c_Tm4jgD7s7bmmEbqD7OV6pbSMxRHucc71ya85EycGoA2UBBe-T-9OmiWm-kNP/s400/DSC01833.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>No meio do caminho também tinha um mata-burro</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Êta, José, não posso fazer mais nada, viu? Me apaixonei por tua poesia, teus romances, teus personagens... </span></span></span></div><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHaYTI9J0fkLapCZrCZuSVdTYW4ylJbpCib9WPpey5VY5Q7KM8hCyGWbmg446JRB36Kjdrs7nFfUAMA_Mko1iX7r5N2nBhVK-lOhSt5SBLVRmCVsObHr3GbQopxZxKhrzO7DJo2NGbvB_L/s1600/DSC01817.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHaYTI9J0fkLapCZrCZuSVdTYW4ylJbpCib9WPpey5VY5Q7KM8hCyGWbmg446JRB36Kjdrs7nFfUAMA_Mko1iX7r5N2nBhVK-lOhSt5SBLVRmCVsObHr3GbQopxZxKhrzO7DJo2NGbvB_L/s400/DSC01817.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Casa onde nasceu José</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipbwlymamishQ3YEgT8IqwfHYEtX0TTClkAGYSYyTq03VsUyMHGKgbSKfW2IEyJvvA3FdqIVNz1Rrkw2c_Tm4jgD7s7bmmEbqD7OV6pbSMxRHucc71ya85EycGoA2UBBe-T-9OmiWm-kNP/s1600/DSC01833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU42P98sBl7bwshn5IS2NA-Mcu_QolD3s2O5XtjZGVnUn68MDRDa0nXh758iEX1Z2Nm8XS1Vrtu_LCrDOy-jsXgdu7tzI_pHp6YtsCoVt8D8qHK24oS4yzL0HTdFbhBSXgWmfK1I1fakyZ/s1600/DSC01831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a></div><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybsIcEXJd-gK5eCy-d89Djezw4IRA9bfDeiH35cySzfk2magGyY4Oqqod4QtpG3d3gEJCxWpKrKq7oeUaHFMzMwMTkphxXCuUeMY9BrsN1rwJTB-JqEPUkn98IrovoSZ49NcFFsHufVkP/s1600/DSC01820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybsIcEXJd-gK5eCy-d89Djezw4IRA9bfDeiH35cySzfk2magGyY4Oqqod4QtpG3d3gEJCxWpKrKq7oeUaHFMzMwMTkphxXCuUeMY9BrsN1rwJTB-JqEPUkn98IrovoSZ49NcFFsHufVkP/s400/DSC01820.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>E agora, José?</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTlnzmHr6RxfS0cwkW5M7GkKsl4n11YNhZd2YBSZ1cmzsZuDz-AermG21qJVt6cpoqVgt1EP2KbtPeBAdqmt08ZZuH348xaOxt1GOdD5NnP_X-eQlqxenNMGLZzbnuMdZ9kJ4hTnqVcq40/s1600/DSC01821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTlnzmHr6RxfS0cwkW5M7GkKsl4n11YNhZd2YBSZ1cmzsZuDz-AermG21qJVt6cpoqVgt1EP2KbtPeBAdqmt08ZZuH348xaOxt1GOdD5NnP_X-eQlqxenNMGLZzbnuMdZ9kJ4hTnqVcq40/s400/DSC01821.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>José, e agora?</b></span></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-IUZ9Q_qrkO7Pb6pMsvXWeY0-Su6mJK883ryGWpdsOVaCU4IC_wyfd3vuloqEZ1Y0zv52iI55UWbJukdtQPSytlib_buTY9IhFO7-QjAdV2p2XEbvgQzVQcE4lN8jpDf5Non_EMWUBqtX/s1600/DSC01832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYOhrS8-2NXK3LR0d_fRelOLgj16oBV12QEK96kZNTBw4JvgxNb4emwKAk_E4CHm1wqT6EWVXjB_oqih5H1pjTehTUKdfwHnAl4yfdYhyZfS3bGjx9N20bkYoobNbdhREorm_sbM7W_uo/s1600/DSC01825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWZSJXQyP5nPR0eOh48lcL8VAujw-11TIt_-zyIGtGehx2jjBFLt_utoXXoGT7SPSTWfkFlc1fykBovsGZ5wDRdSguvNvrm5ScdFkX34CJHBZOooe6ehSxn0kulOTakSpDZCZg-VlLl84/s1600/DSC01826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-38481334698290650582011-06-09T17:12:00.000-07:002011-06-09T17:18:59.447-07:00À um menino bem especial...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAInwbbFqQTwIkQcxL9RpSICju3QIwX2AcupaY0FYYZHUk8P7LY4cLbLZM4DYU51TiJizKHeIy4TIsgc36sgFM3RPviGdENrJQc8yn0qajZHWxDV84DOoO1rhfLHP_k2ZQQhQdJI7T7R2I/s1600/wescley+e+orquestra.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAInwbbFqQTwIkQcxL9RpSICju3QIwX2AcupaY0FYYZHUk8P7LY4cLbLZM4DYU51TiJizKHeIy4TIsgc36sgFM3RPviGdENrJQc8yn0qajZHWxDV84DOoO1rhfLHP_k2ZQQhQdJI7T7R2I/s1600/wescley+e+orquestra.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br />
</a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmXPPQZ6AEuTpCvLwPmcQhmuy1kvftYoErPHR1Hc0sXnNxn0ihuceU3nUCISKhYRVnmJimpTY7N1OsIeLkOCRqqDpkkWrOJ5V608BDkeJMlakxXaONwqHPiX6ITssIqDiKbK0loDB-LmX/s1600/wescley+totoro+so.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmXPPQZ6AEuTpCvLwPmcQhmuy1kvftYoErPHR1Hc0sXnNxn0ihuceU3nUCISKhYRVnmJimpTY7N1OsIeLkOCRqqDpkkWrOJ5V608BDkeJMlakxXaONwqHPiX6ITssIqDiKbK0loDB-LmX/s400/wescley+totoro+so.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">Só um jeitinho bem carinhoso de homenagear </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">uma criatura muito especial e que amo muito: </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">Wescley... meu amigão e cunhadão e paizão de Iaguinho!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">Parabéns, Wescley!!! </span></span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkjHe6bspW7mKN_rO0PkfBZeimE9E2y_kupwkaak8tqNbZ9B-_bxoB53pf1HdA_6V40sIr75oHl7QlYDAf6QSV1pUh67zcu1QU6K7sOmaMjwgxKtIQ0qtQWEuHP3kuzgQdhsdhVAU6bqD/s1600/casarao+totoro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FJ5Fn7M6vRxQmA5i_FNeETxvA21SE9WH9EHPaQg1NoRnZBmziK7n2JPxERVcdw9YSBm3bRoLrUtGnAz0v9zs5tKKxRtLkYibawCN68bUmrOlCG-kaYRM7Z8H8vA4upaTPgtxT3SPJ3ji/s1600/wescley+e+cau%25C3%25A3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9e35Mjfrhrh4HBf1fEi7Y4m7c7s9o6jtDQG78Le0BdQdh3PT0afQI7QwUliFvBn2-F_sDynCJkQCOoFZWoOwikfJeJBJc24JZfeXiVNIO6K3wQEO5CgbVqdUK7E2FTZXBLFSJ6lj4iHD/s1600/wescley+caravana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9e35Mjfrhrh4HBf1fEi7Y4m7c7s9o6jtDQG78Le0BdQdh3PT0afQI7QwUliFvBn2-F_sDynCJkQCOoFZWoOwikfJeJBJc24JZfeXiVNIO6K3wQEO5CgbVqdUK7E2FTZXBLFSJ6lj4iHD/s400/wescley+caravana.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wescley já todo feliz e eufórico com o Casarão que estava nascendo: Caravana da Cidadania e Cultura</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table> <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;"><br />
</span></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">Era uma vez um menino que carregava água na peneira e nas costas as asas de um anjo de uma certa barca vicentina. O menino gostava de brincar com<i> </i>as<i> </i>palavras e com os sons que elas faziam, tanto que gostava de brincar com as pessoas que o cercavam recitando uns versos que diziam mais ou menos assim:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";"> <i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";"><i> “Como dois e dois são quatro</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";"><i> sei que a vida vale a pena</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";"><i> embora o pão seja caro</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";"><i> e a liberdade pequena”. </i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAInwbbFqQTwIkQcxL9RpSICju3QIwX2AcupaY0FYYZHUk8P7LY4cLbLZM4DYU51TiJizKHeIy4TIsgc36sgFM3RPviGdENrJQc8yn0qajZHWxDV84DOoO1rhfLHP_k2ZQQhQdJI7T7R2I/s1600/wescley+e+orquestra.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAInwbbFqQTwIkQcxL9RpSICju3QIwX2AcupaY0FYYZHUk8P7LY4cLbLZM4DYU51TiJizKHeIy4TIsgc36sgFM3RPviGdENrJQc8yn0qajZHWxDV84DOoO1rhfLHP_k2ZQQhQdJI7T7R2I/s400/wescley+e+orquestra.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wescley e a Orquestra de Violões do Seridó Oriental em uma escola da cidade de Lagoa Nova </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">Esse menino que às vezes o viam diferente demais porque gostava de carregar água na peneira viu que podia inventar imagens e histórias com as palavras. Então ele começou a inventar imagens e histórias. Viu no bafo da cuscuzeira a nuvem que corre pelo céu e vira bicho; viu no vaqueiro aboiando o trovador apaixonado ensaiando versos para chamar a amada; viu nas fendas da terra seca as mãos de deus em concha aguardando a chuva para abençoá-la. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig80-da3yn6GJNKwLFKvZu9_SYB2X178a2nEtlJUPeDD9GTpbH5tysGBPf6AkfR36Lax1iZvsqAsQLY-_W3DtqM6qceAplk2FYzmkDD1J1KZYlWRqIuyu5b1F00L30SeMUWdXehoR7UcFP/s1600/wescley+chico+cesar+e+erica.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig80-da3yn6GJNKwLFKvZu9_SYB2X178a2nEtlJUPeDD9GTpbH5tysGBPf6AkfR36Lax1iZvsqAsQLY-_W3DtqM6qceAplk2FYzmkDD1J1KZYlWRqIuyu5b1F00L30SeMUWdXehoR7UcFP/s400/wescley+chico+cesar+e+erica.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wescley e Paula Érica abraçados a Chico César</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">Foi aí que o menino percebeu que carregar água na peneira pra inventar suas histórias só fazia sentido se pudesse compartilhá-las com outras pessoas. Então o menino que carregava água na peneira viu que precisava conhecer outras pessoas, por isso começou a ficar um pouco triste, porque queria ter amigos com quem pudesse brincar e carregar água na peneira. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">Deu então pra inventar poesias...</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";"><span style="color: purple;">Seus sonhos de menino poeta se uniram aos de outros tantos meninos e meninas que juntos criaram o Casarão de Poesia... </span><br />
</span></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkjHe6bspW7mKN_rO0PkfBZeimE9E2y_kupwkaak8tqNbZ9B-_bxoB53pf1HdA_6V40sIr75oHl7QlYDAf6QSV1pUh67zcu1QU6K7sOmaMjwgxKtIQ0qtQWEuHP3kuzgQdhsdhVAU6bqD/s1600/casarao+totoro.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkjHe6bspW7mKN_rO0PkfBZeimE9E2y_kupwkaak8tqNbZ9B-_bxoB53pf1HdA_6V40sIr75oHl7QlYDAf6QSV1pUh67zcu1QU6K7sOmaMjwgxKtIQ0qtQWEuHP3kuzgQdhsdhVAU6bqD/s400/casarao+totoro.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvKI5Of8xsq8ZJaFgf8MMsef9PMhLerQArroDaIcWXRHoOYE2QZTm4j4Q8Gm4aKkmUslxoFYwHp2nUzd2jgILZ7xhHgDEKVjjLtLOMMyaTuxOJGr57zXzdl9hsjy2iV7v5adTgYRU7G6u/s1600/wescley+e+iago.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span style="font-size: small;">Wescley ao lado dos amigos e parceiros do Grupo Casarão de Poesia</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvKI5Of8xsq8ZJaFgf8MMsef9PMhLerQArroDaIcWXRHoOYE2QZTm4j4Q8Gm4aKkmUslxoFYwHp2nUzd2jgILZ7xhHgDEKVjjLtLOMMyaTuxOJGr57zXzdl9hsjy2iV7v5adTgYRU7G6u/s1600/wescley+e+iago.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvKI5Of8xsq8ZJaFgf8MMsef9PMhLerQArroDaIcWXRHoOYE2QZTm4j4Q8Gm4aKkmUslxoFYwHp2nUzd2jgILZ7xhHgDEKVjjLtLOMMyaTuxOJGr57zXzdl9hsjy2iV7v5adTgYRU7G6u/s400/wescley+e+iago.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wescley ao lado de seu menininho lindo: Iaguinho</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
<br />
<br />
</div>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-74958058435778795522011-05-24T05:48:00.000-07:002011-05-24T05:48:35.386-07:00releituras...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4M1M4F6WCYvoekcL0rLJWlej6AJ5JcoOhePXXqt8LqwGTvxajQi7Sesb4IhCnGEXSz4OSN2962fkACR9lpR9UiefOM2EEoYGdVsEIwF53xZfG_iH7bSJKdSqN-VyF04pqxftJhu7nVNMo/s1600/imagem+crian%25C3%25A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4M1M4F6WCYvoekcL0rLJWlej6AJ5JcoOhePXXqt8LqwGTvxajQi7Sesb4IhCnGEXSz4OSN2962fkACR9lpR9UiefOM2EEoYGdVsEIwF53xZfG_iH7bSJKdSqN-VyF04pqxftJhu7nVNMo/s400/imagem+crian%25C3%25A7a.jpg" width="292" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">depois de conversar com quintana...</span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">no retrato que me traço</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">quase sempre me atrapalho</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">às vezes me rabisco pipa</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">outras vezes me rabisco pássaro</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">às vezes me pinto séria</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">mulher madura</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">salto alto</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">mas quando me vejo assim:</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">tão comedida senhora</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">pego o rabisco às pressas</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">e num só tempo o estilhaço</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">o jogo para o alto</span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">me agarro então às cores da aquarela</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">e pouco a pouco</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">me pinto na imensa tela</span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">no final, o que verei?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">uma menina equilibrista</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">boneca na mão</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">vestido de chita</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">brincando de ser mulher</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">cai não cai do salto alto</span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Luma Carvalho </span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-89071174726764691612011-03-16T19:48:00.000-07:002011-03-16T19:48:37.525-07:004ª Edição da Comemoração ao Dia da Poesia em Currais Novos<strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-large;">"Não é o dia da vovó</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-large;">não é o dia da titia</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-large;">é o Dia da Poesia</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-large;">no Casarão de Poesia"</span></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-large;">Palhaço Bicolino (Rodrigo Bico)</span></strong><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cJDroGIaagUBo7QaOcJXpe521bl8dbxI2hzvmrePLqlx23pTThzSSQSPBvSJPl4MUmrM6OQj4JnQO4G0d_CQKbqQjoNKnnJBb6uft7n_SINBMB_nzIsqIbFshKqntiVMu03wrMA4Ck1K/s1600/a+poeta+e+o+palha%25C3%25A7o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cJDroGIaagUBo7QaOcJXpe521bl8dbxI2hzvmrePLqlx23pTThzSSQSPBvSJPl4MUmrM6OQj4JnQO4G0d_CQKbqQjoNKnnJBb6uft7n_SINBMB_nzIsqIbFshKqntiVMu03wrMA4Ck1K/s320/a+poeta+e+o+palha%25C3%25A7o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghhitq59RMsp1Ogqocqc31nA9zNDIvIIL1TmD3LR5KXgI1PJ2jAMiJfjf1aDL_F40jzgAAis4FyX5JTNiap63IqewHDreH8fKb1SDwSlnfKjla6RDXbCCmqwNaoi1ufNptzdfFEuA5lNLM/s1600/humm...+inxirida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghhitq59RMsp1Ogqocqc31nA9zNDIvIIL1TmD3LR5KXgI1PJ2jAMiJfjf1aDL_F40jzgAAis4FyX5JTNiap63IqewHDreH8fKb1SDwSlnfKjla6RDXbCCmqwNaoi1ufNptzdfFEuA5lNLM/s320/humm...+inxirida.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEq_HcOr_QweIm2e67bvHS0SGcDo4nkbcayIyhLx2_8qpx4pSnTOp-YPmKKdJI4aynE_CtIA9ZUDbw0U08nhyKzFHLjVDfd0XO-rxjhPOi8cNp9aSelKOFAdRYTgVtTQAfpFxiSa6BigPI/s1600/luma+e+o+pandeiro.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEq_HcOr_QweIm2e67bvHS0SGcDo4nkbcayIyhLx2_8qpx4pSnTOp-YPmKKdJI4aynE_CtIA9ZUDbw0U08nhyKzFHLjVDfd0XO-rxjhPOi8cNp9aSelKOFAdRYTgVtTQAfpFxiSa6BigPI/s320/luma+e+o+pandeiro.bmp" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4FDQZatquDyHAHFICZh6EIlZD2v4hAIJjvyglmLMFs0oyDQcFqlW4iXXWJDjy71oaLSgeMoZuKToL1JpDhHk00L74upE7toZ_7WIu2MGwjmmr1nKO3Hp7oc9YNH6Xx9sn3PtsbBHu8er/s1600/antonio+e+maria.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4FDQZatquDyHAHFICZh6EIlZD2v4hAIJjvyglmLMFs0oyDQcFqlW4iXXWJDjy71oaLSgeMoZuKToL1JpDhHk00L74upE7toZ_7WIu2MGwjmmr1nKO3Hp7oc9YNH6Xx9sn3PtsbBHu8er/s320/antonio+e+maria.bmp" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5KEzt9VAWIDoST8AAnzdJdHk-gkHihwMBB_yuNA8MVju2aJcMXLUZUtbSI0XJNExjuABChJo4bq_olCRioyJOVsJlHra-I50JcIEkpMC_CwvfPKmVYuJIFECcWeqdsI11kD5yVem0YhH/s1600/o+poeta+e+o+palha%25C3%25A7o.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5KEzt9VAWIDoST8AAnzdJdHk-gkHihwMBB_yuNA8MVju2aJcMXLUZUtbSI0XJNExjuABChJo4bq_olCRioyJOVsJlHra-I50JcIEkpMC_CwvfPKmVYuJIFECcWeqdsI11kD5yVem0YhH/s320/o+poeta+e+o+palha%25C3%25A7o.bmp" width="320" /></a></div>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-26347175949463581092011-02-07T19:06:00.000-08:002011-02-07T19:10:20.340-08:00Em breve, novidades quentinhas e poéticas! Ainda é segredo...<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Sumida por boas razões...</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Estou trabalhando em um novo projeto que além de me instigar bastante, anda me pedindo tempo, colo, cuidados...</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Em breve, apresento a novidade por aqui!!!</span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-efEgPtj3eozJfdbpFyR_eymFp8rlr1gQGuFdXh0Y3WbN50jJj_rCPWNyTnka9zXycahI4_i6CwOcfwIklypehs9-p58GQej6Z0cSKVHzQ_L5gpJ2mWqb2rC8Yngfd9FBV69bFFK86gwM/s1600/eu5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-efEgPtj3eozJfdbpFyR_eymFp8rlr1gQGuFdXh0Y3WbN50jJj_rCPWNyTnka9zXycahI4_i6CwOcfwIklypehs9-p58GQej6Z0cSKVHzQ_L5gpJ2mWqb2rC8Yngfd9FBV69bFFK86gwM/s400/eu5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-65080144258977294892011-01-21T07:58:00.000-08:002011-01-26T17:42:31.911-08:00Inspirações poéticas...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Essa mulher belíssima é Alice Ruiz, poeta paranaense, nascida em Curitiba, em 22 de Janeiro de 1946.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDc7j5tw-qhIeaCH17Qx-zWnuN2Nhup272X_0GKR23vLm0UYx7hUBOHYBoFDbY59fqGsJRoAS1NOf05lg_zMROSykDHDtNy-v9Y8kgWE_jyKXDvyWI-DCUhfttkBaH7ujlFu1PjAlUj1d/s1600/Alice_Recorte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDc7j5tw-qhIeaCH17Qx-zWnuN2Nhup272X_0GKR23vLm0UYx7hUBOHYBoFDbY59fqGsJRoAS1NOf05lg_zMROSykDHDtNy-v9Y8kgWE_jyKXDvyWI-DCUhfttkBaH7ujlFu1PjAlUj1d/s1600/Alice_Recorte.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Essa é Luma Carvalho, belíssima quando amada, poeta currais-novense, nascida em 22 de Janeiro de 1979.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpZylrpt_bmjKo_cdeB0cHVnhyphenhyphen-R53N7Y3PYZ_3y_42JITjaIcb9Mt47S643-oehik8NAkiCDnDyUt_qbQiXt-BkiSPobrPV_a1HcyH8Y8Up5wljFb1d4wsj8ZUE68MB-X4A2_9sjeP1J/s1600/escarlate+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpZylrpt_bmjKo_cdeB0cHVnhyphenhyphen-R53N7Y3PYZ_3y_42JITjaIcb9Mt47S643-oehik8NAkiCDnDyUt_qbQiXt-BkiSPobrPV_a1HcyH8Y8Up5wljFb1d4wsj8ZUE68MB-X4A2_9sjeP1J/s200/escarlate+2.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Alice começou a escrever versos aos dezesseis anos e por muito tempo os guardou na gaveta. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aos 22 anos casou-se com Paulo Leminski, também poeta, com quem viveu uma linda história de amor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb8F_bL6Z-OIDu0SjzH1962YRo-XZjOt7M1gn4kt6HzGh0nnqmktCiIAy6fP1JvKIV4q5WPC8u4BU64wsCdpWmf_nT_MtALk6clPoxbK-xdwR3RbDpUIRlXhZwVWPGZtf8o2k7SDL9cEov/s1600/Alice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb8F_bL6Z-OIDu0SjzH1962YRo-XZjOt7M1gn4kt6HzGh0nnqmktCiIAy6fP1JvKIV4q5WPC8u4BU64wsCdpWmf_nT_MtALk6clPoxbK-xdwR3RbDpUIRlXhZwVWPGZtf8o2k7SDL9cEov/s320/Alice.jpg" width="233" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Luma começou a escrever aos doze anos alguns ensaios do que depois seriam poesias.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aos 31 anos casou-se com Edson Neto, músico, com quem vive uma história de amor linda, linda, linda...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMkp6y6z0uzM5J7J3IO9YVOzVx1xEQF0-a7lG8pe1JXCPjYYY4NfM7ta5k0iVrlH9gG6HiCGqsjbVY2QvkpZhkzySwpDWHSp9ZPbMt5Bhjs0RrS8LnEjQSMmUoSzt-USvPrNWYHus2KkqC/s1600/escarlate+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMkp6y6z0uzM5J7J3IO9YVOzVx1xEQF0-a7lG8pe1JXCPjYYY4NfM7ta5k0iVrlH9gG6HiCGqsjbVY2QvkpZhkzySwpDWHSp9ZPbMt5Bhjs0RrS8LnEjQSMmUoSzt-USvPrNWYHus2KkqC/s200/escarlate+6.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Alice Ruiz teve três filhos com o poeta Leminski e publicou até hoje 19 livros. Grande parte de sua obra já foi musicada por diversos artistas, dentre eles: Adriana Calcanhoto, Itamar Assumpção, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Alzira Espíndola, Arnaldo Antunes, Ceumar, dentre outros.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ce3U740eJn49Ms5Mteo9lhHoHIhi45g1jk-hIDUeT09K5tQE8kYib1nrLxDA6YV24ikchyphenhyphenIBYLzkLtt-_YPUB-rwzJUF2BUChiqshorq2RGGzjCUr5DRFRmPpKOnvNineKIWUEm7D1xh/s1600/Alice-Vilma_Slomp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ce3U740eJn49Ms5Mteo9lhHoHIhi45g1jk-hIDUeT09K5tQE8kYib1nrLxDA6YV24ikchyphenhyphenIBYLzkLtt-_YPUB-rwzJUF2BUChiqshorq2RGGzjCUr5DRFRmPpKOnvNineKIWUEm7D1xh/s320/Alice-Vilma_Slomp.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center">Luma tem dois filhos e quatro gatos, criaturas a quem dedica horas, cuidados e afagos. Já teve alguns dos seus poemas publicados em algumas coletâneas e folhetos. É apaixonada por poesia e hoje dedica suas leituras aos versos de Alice Ruiz, poeta a quem dedica essa postagem e os versos abaixo.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SR_5tuquTx3ARxeiTHjYHZ54jID7875m6GlPHFsEMpK_LmiPANOGSUtyTd4-0NlZriPzkRx-CvPBv7XaBMvzGWfBGOgKm0WypM-MZerKOrPKNaRsk4xo02F4qvG-wvJjlGwUsJf2N92E/s1600/escarlate+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SR_5tuquTx3ARxeiTHjYHZ54jID7875m6GlPHFsEMpK_LmiPANOGSUtyTd4-0NlZriPzkRx-CvPBv7XaBMvzGWfBGOgKm0WypM-MZerKOrPKNaRsk4xo02F4qvG-wvJjlGwUsJf2N92E/s1600/escarlate+4.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">se me perguntar mais uma vez se te amo,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">me nego a responder!</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">me derramo inteiro em você...</span><br />
<br />
<div align="center"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;">Luma Carvalho</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCUcoS4eBtMfIZDgxpHi1uyt17ySwcxzgSMB83-UROSSWI4qmxeYof_lI_KSzLg6dESteXhpeeoiztdzXWknkBt3qP6OyyDJkYujfUd88mXiJOKqINwzljFk2KRYbGdIv8T7jKn1AFGk0k/s1600/A_IMAGEM_DO_CASAL_NA_CAMA-PRETO_E_BRANCO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCUcoS4eBtMfIZDgxpHi1uyt17ySwcxzgSMB83-UROSSWI4qmxeYof_lI_KSzLg6dESteXhpeeoiztdzXWknkBt3qP6OyyDJkYujfUd88mXiJOKqINwzljFk2KRYbGdIv8T7jKn1AFGk0k/s320/A_IMAGEM_DO_CASAL_NA_CAMA-PRETO_E_BRANCO.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">quer saber se o gato está feliz?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">é só olhar pro rabo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">que ele diz...</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia;">Luma Carvalho</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdC9ArGGstSf6PbftO-1BagkD0dIqAn0AXTDZ_TKHYxwoeqiuBvVaVYmK8srXyrXIMzP0oSLuv5hyRZ1RedNu_BhtAN5mC4-xSuPcKcvhrqP4vL2-NOW50H9Cedxnz8jg0nBrNLAHJd5G9/s1600/preto-e-branco-gatinho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdC9ArGGstSf6PbftO-1BagkD0dIqAn0AXTDZ_TKHYxwoeqiuBvVaVYmK8srXyrXIMzP0oSLuv5hyRZ1RedNu_BhtAN5mC4-xSuPcKcvhrqP4vL2-NOW50H9Cedxnz8jg0nBrNLAHJd5G9/s320/preto-e-branco-gatinho.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="right"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-19027812757525215112010-11-23T11:06:00.000-08:002010-11-23T11:06:15.283-08:00a uma menina muito especial...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">Era uma vez uma menina bem menina...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEi9NSE7G1FZCyTwBVnAwiLm8KzgnytT1K_xFd-HV3jB2Pv9SAngbjokmC5AXXdQkeM3dTfiNqdcoNMTYCtphq5QnMNKyjd6Mz3D478ScoTLKCbqWs54cjBbmmlSlmxbn5gkKH1LXdo2j/s1600/SDC10342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEi9NSE7G1FZCyTwBVnAwiLm8KzgnytT1K_xFd-HV3jB2Pv9SAngbjokmC5AXXdQkeM3dTfiNqdcoNMTYCtphq5QnMNKyjd6Mz3D478ScoTLKCbqWs54cjBbmmlSlmxbn5gkKH1LXdo2j/s320/SDC10342.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Era uma vez uma menina muito linda e muito calma. Carregava no nome a meninice do mundo inteiro: </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">era conhecida como maria menina. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Gostava de ir à escola, ajudar sua mãe, fazer as lições de casa e brincar com sua irmãzinha. </span></span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjahvWbBpRTrDpNW6frnpsANqOl3N4d1MQbH4IlB1qCmI9xYM0bPjZ8TsGJ1FX8ZoUm8XEFPxM5S1idI4XrNenaH1Po24seoKFyE-d166XIVNdhm1vk9nD2oWwzWHClPBre_Zo6jNlSZnaZ/s1600/SDC10399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjahvWbBpRTrDpNW6frnpsANqOl3N4d1MQbH4IlB1qCmI9xYM0bPjZ8TsGJ1FX8ZoUm8XEFPxM5S1idI4XrNenaH1Po24seoKFyE-d166XIVNdhm1vk9nD2oWwzWHClPBre_Zo6jNlSZnaZ/s320/SDC10399.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Todas as tardes maria menina afrouxava a imaginação e a deixava ganhar outros mundos voando, bem alto. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Nesse instante, chamava sua irmã para brincar de reinventar a vida: costumavam brincar de tudo um pouquinho, mas nada era mais fascinante do que brincar de casinha. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Maria menina assumia logo o posto de cuidadora, a senhorinha da casa, e pronto: lançava-se aos infinitos cuidados e afagos com a sua à irmã mais nova. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Tanto que não tardou em ganhar de sua irmã um outro nome: c<i>umade</i>. Maria menina não gostava muito, mas logo começou a entender que aquele nome era só um jeitinho carinhoso que sua irmã tinha de dizer que a amava. Mas maria menina era curiosa e logo cedo inventou de conhecer outros mundos. Tanto que cresceu loguinho, loguinho. <br />
<br />
Virou menina-moça. </span></span></div><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_rF3rgHOgeau8hOImWne4vxyHTh_6VqZ48pX564VpPgjvnz1bMCFXh-b8Bg_kFxBZYYqmZIDGjcdnLYaWc9Cl7amOCeL2GLk5RpLilvSn2bjyy6-JzTNWq7uOisUGJSeerCP-zoyK5sBY/s1600/SDC10354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_rF3rgHOgeau8hOImWne4vxyHTh_6VqZ48pX564VpPgjvnz1bMCFXh-b8Bg_kFxBZYYqmZIDGjcdnLYaWc9Cl7amOCeL2GLk5RpLilvSn2bjyy6-JzTNWq7uOisUGJSeerCP-zoyK5sBY/s320/SDC10354.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Foi aí que maria menina começou a perceber o quanto era bom ter pessoas por perto que a amassem e </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">que gostassem de receber um pouco daqueles </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">cuidados e</span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> afagos, </span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">como sua irmã. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Maria menina viu que precisava conhecer outras pessoas, fazer novos amigos com quem pudesse brincar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">e ofertar cuidar. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Deu então pra inventar poesias...</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmwTG2Pdq_OrCkukI6bp4vihEuoRrwuBLBlzfStUZzFofizwNOa22qav9vKoGyHV0ZVKyeT8rGCyl3T1ga7E-U_ckCwAOy9_xziEGH74urZh2WXmszb_3sCgcUNkolHCptLKmVv4PxUKLj/s1600/SDC10410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmwTG2Pdq_OrCkukI6bp4vihEuoRrwuBLBlzfStUZzFofizwNOa22qav9vKoGyHV0ZVKyeT8rGCyl3T1ga7E-U_ckCwAOy9_xziEGH74urZh2WXmszb_3sCgcUNkolHCptLKmVv4PxUKLj/s320/SDC10410.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">OBS.: (Observe Bastante Sim?!) </span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Preparei esse texto com muito carinho para contar um pouquinho apenas da história dessa criatura que amo e admiro tanto: Elina Carvalho, irmã, amiga, mãe de uma menina linda, Leilinha , casada com um homem bem especial, Mendes, poeta que fotografa e pinta o cotidiano, assistente social de grande competência e uma mulher dona de muitos encantos e sabedoria..</span>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-48919800682458161962010-11-07T15:58:00.000-08:002010-12-01T06:30:49.055-08:00Proseando...<span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 180%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVANHu_1XP9K7Ma1W1QEcK5nq1kn-z3hK04kDeIloyAZdJa9_z46qLQ5hARldN7BPTxyNhwBB15xQ5mjS5HF0oQXypPgB2pQgfT_AxVf4nGN-O9jxYOhlu7aU_OAi0QWIQ6T1ymTTXnAGC/s1600/mulher.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536967569251448674" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVANHu_1XP9K7Ma1W1QEcK5nq1kn-z3hK04kDeIloyAZdJa9_z46qLQ5hARldN7BPTxyNhwBB15xQ5mjS5HF0oQXypPgB2pQgfT_AxVf4nGN-O9jxYOhlu7aU_OAi0QWIQ6T1ymTTXnAGC/s320/mulher.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 307px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div><div><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 180%;">Gosto da palavra senhora. Principalmente se for dita por alguém mais velho ou mais velha que eu. De cabelos brancos, então, meu deus... </span></div><br />
<br />
<div><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 180%;">É como se eu me transportasse para um outro estado de espírito, um outro universo, e uma certeza de si me tomasse por inteira. E aí, finalmente, compreendo dentro dos meus 30 e poucos anos de idade o que tanto teimam alguns em explicar e poucos dedicam-se a entender: não é velho o que ficamos com o tempo. Não. </span></div><br />
<div><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 180%;">Ficamos, sim, prontos pra vida. E prontos porque já aprendemos a esperar e a entender porque o agora é chamado de presente. </span></div><br />
<br />
<div><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 180%;">Ficamos mais livres de todas as amarras que a juventude nos impõe e nem precisamos mais gritar, berrar aos quatro cantos a nossa liberdade, porque ela existe, é real - e isso basta. </span></div><br />
<br />
<div><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 180%;">Ficamos mais abertos, inclusive ao novo, e se esse mesmo novo não nos atrai, somos tranquilos em simplesmente deixá-lo passar.</span></div><br />
<br />
<div><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 180%;">Ah! Como gosto da palavra senhora. Muito.</span></div><div><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 180%;">Sou sim, senhora. Sim senhora!</span></div><div><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 180%;">Mas, senhora de mim.</span></div><br />
<br />
<div><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 180%;"></span></div><br />
<br />
<div></div></div>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-26123260759917887362010-11-02T04:45:00.000-07:002010-11-02T05:26:28.952-07:00Ah... Tenho orgulho de ser brasileira!<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Peço licença para escrever rapidinho sobre um fato que, na minha opinião, não há como não ser percebido, comentado e festejado...</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvC73k98-yFv3pFRYJVp6vzpVwCss-fjrNS5oMWfT1PoCTjJpxvGnaYVXu0a05owEGa94NviuS9ZBjjTjl9y9snbmHwhl82FD7q3_64lqpl9gsiokiKfISsk23qGZakHJOqJVKJauzrSoy/s1600/Dilma+Roussef.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534924052214482274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvC73k98-yFv3pFRYJVp6vzpVwCss-fjrNS5oMWfT1PoCTjJpxvGnaYVXu0a05owEGa94NviuS9ZBjjTjl9y9snbmHwhl82FD7q3_64lqpl9gsiokiKfISsk23qGZakHJOqJVKJauzrSoy/s320/Dilma+Roussef.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres que sonham...</span></p><p> </p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">Ah! Os mais radicais, ou esquerdistas, ou mesmo os que não estão nem aí para os novos fatos acontecidos no Brasil que me perdoem, mas ver uma mulher eleita presidente da república brasileira me enche de orgulho, sabia?</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">Ah, sei lá, é como se tudo agora ganhasse uma nova cara, uma certa nuance de suavidade e ao mesmo tempo firmeza. </span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">O quê? Se eu sou feminista e por isso estou assim toda feliz por ver que o Brasil será governado por uma mulher? Não. Não é isso. </span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">Sou simplesmente mais uma mulher que enche as estatísticas brasileiras de números, mas que também preenche o nosso país, ao lado de tantas outras mulheres, da certeza de que vale a pena vir ao mundo e dizer quem é. Sou também uma mulher, assim como muitas outras, que luta pelo meu espaço, minha voz, minha vez, mesmo que esse espaço, essa voz, essa vez, seja dentro da minha própria casa.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ah! Sabe de uma coisa. Sou, não simplesmente, mas inteiramente e verdadeiramente, uma mulher que sonha com um mundo melhor e que espera que esse passo tão gigantesco dado pelo povo brasileiro no último domingo, um povo ainda tão machista, seja mais uma prova de que o Brasil está no caminho certo e que será um lugar bem melhor pra se viver. Um país com mais oportunidade e menos preconceito.</span> </span></div>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477572306535956662.post-34784069514512850812010-10-27T13:53:00.000-07:002010-10-29T11:00:53.772-07:00Só um jeitinho bem meu de lhes dizer quem sou eu...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6G5cK52sJKmd7CD0eXvUkovJlvIGVGwenmlViBTykc3H-1VZ_TW3cqUMIqo6cdD99RzY6Zl4xvumtI9WqTcMDqKAV0bjFVWmu62864apiSXmNA76BIjL7Xg0ndaT6x3AgHVlDzgkKfG84/s1600/a+menina+avoada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533517966799386706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6G5cK52sJKmd7CD0eXvUkovJlvIGVGwenmlViBTykc3H-1VZ_TW3cqUMIqo6cdD99RzY6Zl4xvumtI9WqTcMDqKAV0bjFVWmu62864apiSXmNA76BIjL7Xg0ndaT6x3AgHVlDzgkKfG84/s320/a+menina+avoada.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Trecho do livro escrito por Luma Carvalho "Era uma vez Era uma vez" ilustrado por Maria José)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Era uma vez a menina avoada. A menina avoada era assim chamada por todos no lugarzinho onde morava porque, desde sempre, quando ainda era bem pequena, era dada às esquisitices.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Gostava de gatos, palavras, lua, rimas, baú e bigodes.</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Em dias de chuva, sentia uma vontade meio esquisita de voar pelo afora e como não podia satisfazia-se em ouvir o canto dos passarinhos, soltar pipa, e ouvir os discos que sua mãe colocava na vitrola.</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">É que a menina sentia um sabor de saudade em tudo o que a rodeava. Até pra escola a menina carregava saudades!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Tanto que foi baú a primeira palvrinha que escreveu.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTPhmC4BcCwVYxQr5xaEKCglJ5NnIy9Qi082EXIqfq5nNP2ewreJGL-IV6s6T1IupWMtaIFVVxhFr-NHyl-NC9nMWxSvAbmXSkOE_Tc3l2Z291vfCZJeVQVdPXcJtY6e1q2n7ddXnTkmPN/s1600/luma+no+abc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533517956216625714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTPhmC4BcCwVYxQr5xaEKCglJ5NnIy9Qi082EXIqfq5nNP2ewreJGL-IV6s6T1IupWMtaIFVVxhFr-NHyl-NC9nMWxSvAbmXSkOE_Tc3l2Z291vfCZJeVQVdPXcJtY6e1q2n7ddXnTkmPN/s320/luma+no+abc.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Euzinha, aos<span style="font-family:arial;"> 05 anos na pré- escola</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">A menina avoada foi crescendo e a saudade teimava em estar presente em todos os espaços que ela frequentava. Foi aí que um dia a menina deu de cara com umas palavras que a tomaram por inteiro. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Palavras. Palavras, apenas. Mas escritas de um jeito especial. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Quanto mais a menina lia, mais sentia vontade de voar. É, de voar pelo afora. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">E foi então que a menina avoada descobriu que tudo aquilo se chamava POESIA.</span><br /></span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8VpUVE8PETLOy6cMMgRL_EtCQvsAvsD4w1IRacZyurQGqR9SlhSIRBxAmR-56hgMghSCdsdEwpxDg1_RIoqfFDL1O18zMqqPFUNsMyUqtzSsXEwW-Dk8ngvK5nKaMirXxFyk2PtXeQja/s1600/primeiro+poema+mario+quintana.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533517954421503186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8VpUVE8PETLOy6cMMgRL_EtCQvsAvsD4w1IRacZyurQGqR9SlhSIRBxAmR-56hgMghSCdsdEwpxDg1_RIoqfFDL1O18zMqqPFUNsMyUqtzSsXEwW-Dk8ngvK5nKaMirXxFyk2PtXeQja/s320/primeiro+poema+mario+quintana.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"> Primeira vez que li Mário Quintana (O adolescente), aos 13 anos, em uma avaliação de Língua Portuguesa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">A menina avoada descobriu que não podia mais viver sem poesia em suas horas. E assim, saiu pelo mundo afora em busca de poesia.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Começou a ver poesia em coisas tão simples e que estavam bem perto dela: na beleza do sol que nasce, no cheiro do café que a mãe preparava, no rabo dançante do cachorro feliz, no cheiro dos livros novos... ah! e em tantas coisas mais.</span><br /></span><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0vaRxB6Q4bkoswc4Tel6D4f93fXExg_G17-j2ImHyEobAcPehGaFpgrM4fhhzLm7A26ZrbJG8lRTiI-8G4PFs-JIv6S693fyrU-gcZ_RahTR3Xrhegv0A67ZNp__R7kLYXzoyH0mlKhr/s1600/luma+e+ivanildo+vilanova.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533516981944427858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0vaRxB6Q4bkoswc4Tel6D4f93fXExg_G17-j2ImHyEobAcPehGaFpgrM4fhhzLm7A26ZrbJG8lRTiI-8G4PFs-JIv6S693fyrU-gcZ_RahTR3Xrhegv0A67ZNp__R7kLYXzoyH0mlKhr/s320/luma+e+ivanildo+vilanova.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Aqui, aos 13 anos, em um Festival de Violeiros em Campina Grande - PB </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ao lado do grande mestre Ivanildo Vilanova</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Procurou poesia nas rimas tão bem pensadas e desafiadoras dos violeiros repentistas.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbDtz1nnZaLoldsAs5Amfb0x2SyRkBrTNGd1JL05wicEytQ55c8LIOS4dR7F7A1yfP5cyuzPu7jB9g_22CiB1G0DKMh8xJI3YGOZehX8Q1QHjZCz0DWLtqrATGMIkD-glIz3jOL2xof1y1/s1600/luma+e+sivuca.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533516977529641266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbDtz1nnZaLoldsAs5Amfb0x2SyRkBrTNGd1JL05wicEytQ55c8LIOS4dR7F7A1yfP5cyuzPu7jB9g_22CiB1G0DKMh8xJI3YGOZehX8Q1QHjZCz0DWLtqrATGMIkD-glIz3jOL2xof1y1/s320/luma+e+sivuca.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Aos 15 anos ao lado do grande Sivuca</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Na beleza das canções e de todas as suas belas notas.<br />E de tanto caminhar pelo mundo procurando por ela, pela poesia, </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">conheceu outras pessoas, bem especiais, que assim como a menina avoada também procuravam pela poesia em cada instante de vida.<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6C6lWNg8JiX8SjW7br3UNLelbbUrsFXZbtB0NR-7tjkBTi7xFkFIbltPxDqciriwSbKmGizRtxXveJ4Jkdp_oRHodQN0Lui6-xwCZBQBia3cJ40kmcyXn24Nj_6sJKdnmDGHg4X6IHaPg/s1600/28.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533516973303173954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6C6lWNg8JiX8SjW7br3UNLelbbUrsFXZbtB0NR-7tjkBTi7xFkFIbltPxDqciriwSbKmGizRtxXveJ4Jkdp_oRHodQN0Lui6-xwCZBQBia3cJ40kmcyXn24Nj_6sJKdnmDGHg4X6IHaPg/s320/28.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Grupo Casarão de Poesia no comecinho... ixi! Aí já estava nascendo uma linda história </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">E ao lado dessas pessoas tão especiais continou a seguir por esta vida carregados da certeza que</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">"a poesia purifica a alma e um belo poema, ainda que de deus se aparte", </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">um belo poema sempre leva a deus"<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeDr4AqjoPBWbVkXAZ3gBdUDj-nfhFiuqk_88nlUYSNY_NkYBgrZb7RBFu3AvgUo0zRcnnzF-ZT5DDgiqgTvmK0OzHwdYtiG1E-VAM4Ksvfd0HrJxog1ETnzXH8mnWU5vJu6bOBop7kOm/s1600/SDC10107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533516967401268610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeDr4AqjoPBWbVkXAZ3gBdUDj-nfhFiuqk_88nlUYSNY_NkYBgrZb7RBFu3AvgUo0zRcnnzF-ZT5DDgiqgTvmK0OzHwdYtiG1E-VAM4Ksvfd0HrJxog1ETnzXH8mnWU5vJu6bOBop7kOm/s320/SDC10107.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Casarão de Poesia em apresentação da performance "e o que é a Poesia?" na Aliança Francesa</span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4oKnsYBvFX5s-KP1H2n_4Gyt4h02JttwViRdv6qUpeTUMgJ4oQiVH0hfxekW6jaRXzObLR-5IezgJWYgH9SqaneqPC-3rDiJxH3nK6kmb1WpPVPN2XpplsnIdEDX4y3uVnPCmSM4859vk/s1600/meus+30+anos+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533515285828778802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4oKnsYBvFX5s-KP1H2n_4Gyt4h02JttwViRdv6qUpeTUMgJ4oQiVH0hfxekW6jaRXzObLR-5IezgJWYgH9SqaneqPC-3rDiJxH3nK6kmb1WpPVPN2XpplsnIdEDX4y3uVnPCmSM4859vk/s320/meus+30+anos+6.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Luma apresentando a 1ª versão da performance "e o que é a Poesia?"<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hyJR7T0CZLFsFMVnuKHBV2Px5fGeEB45T3MBpQIc8o7x4tXyrO7Nvk3fCYfIYNSpwkO3njTlaLGsrvFv9YvN_qIWlYExB9eUUGHiTIwNHYyf0ODfgPm-mArEdaSM2YKSTrpabSf3BU5u/s1600/luma+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533515280167086498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hyJR7T0CZLFsFMVnuKHBV2Px5fGeEB45T3MBpQIc8o7x4tXyrO7Nvk3fCYfIYNSpwkO3njTlaLGsrvFv9YvN_qIWlYExB9eUUGHiTIwNHYyf0ODfgPm-mArEdaSM2YKSTrpabSf3BU5u/s320/luma+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Luma recitando versos apaixonados em uma Noite de Poesia no Casarão de Poesia<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fRO7X6amoak5jh8wL0SQbynvlTXbVvHn2PwhYNX_xrmtmAqycHHSxZU0JdWYTxKhzR8h7L5Zye-P497-uVID9ePBPCYrMV4ERV2qOu-HOVYuvS7KOcTYJUTh5e-hgKkQwbSp6j2NeCB7/s1600/luma+e+iara+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533515272033066258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fRO7X6amoak5jh8wL0SQbynvlTXbVvHn2PwhYNX_xrmtmAqycHHSxZU0JdWYTxKhzR8h7L5Zye-P497-uVID9ePBPCYrMV4ERV2qOu-HOVYuvS7KOcTYJUTh5e-hgKkQwbSp6j2NeCB7/s320/luma+e+iara+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Luma ao lado da poeta Iara Carvalho</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wZNnNL2PMRs0T3Vr3AcM4G1fADyflBuwOFWACG0tZSYx78cxC70VlUH3S55zLxyrxjlOP_gBNdUgallDZjcSxFhk5OodqKyJY3mIYw7IjgdMG5hAnzTQR7Pv8_GjhIbJJGnBKi7KJuUH/s1600/SDC10075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533515267321083010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wZNnNL2PMRs0T3Vr3AcM4G1fADyflBuwOFWACG0tZSYx78cxC70VlUH3S55zLxyrxjlOP_gBNdUgallDZjcSxFhk5OodqKyJY3mIYw7IjgdMG5hAnzTQR7Pv8_GjhIbJJGnBKi7KJuUH/s320/SDC10075.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Interpretação de Luma Carvalho do conto "Gargalhada d'água" de Iara Carvalho</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKkHz70Wkfeagjhqp60LZ4HYftX7nH8MIJdO0vFVDM_r-2enbqhIHYfLJghyphenhyphenfSsZA8O9J-Mq4BDv9AzpXrWwG1tH5IWh3DO3bm41OeXC0fWP6OZpbHdf7u7dfNbHeavd8IiKZTJjaSVM1/s1600/cleyton+bastos+e+eu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533513856586219250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKkHz70Wkfeagjhqp60LZ4HYftX7nH8MIJdO0vFVDM_r-2enbqhIHYfLJghyphenhyphenfSsZA8O9J-Mq4BDv9AzpXrWwG1tH5IWh3DO3bm41OeXC0fWP6OZpbHdf7u7dfNbHeavd8IiKZTJjaSVM1/s320/cleyton+bastos+e+eu.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Casarão de Poesia ao lado de Cleyton Bastos (Cordel do Fogo Encantado)<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhueblZp5Rb_TlB3On56Rzp0THPE5_Pky2mFTRuUVhBwWRWAQaUWidnVT2Nqlco-cd5pIucoVPOWVExdL5NZzDobtg2_mxagm3QfdHUyAy6mFRQqUqotH4oL_BpDb62KNr26f0AwdwFQ3Ae/s1600/sergio+maberti+e+eu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533513847820318834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhueblZp5Rb_TlB3On56Rzp0THPE5_Pky2mFTRuUVhBwWRWAQaUWidnVT2Nqlco-cd5pIucoVPOWVExdL5NZzDobtg2_mxagm3QfdHUyAy6mFRQqUqotH4oL_BpDb62KNr26f0AwdwFQ3Ae/s320/sergio+maberti+e+eu.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Bum! Bum! Bum! Castelo Rá tim bum! Luma ao lado de Sérgio Mamberti</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEEtiyW1zIDgslg0eweKX2Z_lRxLJx561RYxeoir_DhyphenhyphenU8nU5e1Xcaz_IWo30rFFifeqZvpfLvgbvJ32yLQL4v_nUWgMPGYUtuPjUrowMop_Wigsw6lEtao_ATtPAeJkClPuwWxR0RMdcM/s1600/krystal+e+eu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533513842133656386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEEtiyW1zIDgslg0eweKX2Z_lRxLJx561RYxeoir_DhyphenhyphenU8nU5e1Xcaz_IWo30rFFifeqZvpfLvgbvJ32yLQL4v_nUWgMPGYUtuPjUrowMop_Wigsw6lEtao_ATtPAeJkClPuwWxR0RMdcM/s320/krystal+e+eu.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Luma ao lado da maravilhosa Krystal</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_MuEtJFpic3hcR7fZFgXlAaqOcvutjmMAlS9W5Tr4U7mFRNDsySKurKvQO3-IbATH0O_pEqvd-_h36UCx9i8QCh0rT1hiBbxGI8hcGuy70fnmubaF9W6pGfX280ZedxDN-3oE5fWUyhbo/s1600/SDC10231.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533513349982299618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_MuEtJFpic3hcR7fZFgXlAaqOcvutjmMAlS9W5Tr4U7mFRNDsySKurKvQO3-IbATH0O_pEqvd-_h36UCx9i8QCh0rT1hiBbxGI8hcGuy70fnmubaF9W6pGfX280ZedxDN-3oE5fWUyhbo/s320/SDC10231.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Luma Carvalho e o cantor Geraldo Carvalho (esses Carvalho...)<br /></span><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRxb9h0Ly_6pJtf6mPnx9EQ_mWpQTpmSRlP26_mTkSG0_efrR7D0RJBUV6_WOQWTsJhldIqg8GP5pbfXnbsiJHChn_kfSgENdyhXgkzkAA26HuOCDYamzmy7d_L7HCsZfuo9x-OnOZxoHs/s1600/SDC10114.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533513336225132642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRxb9h0Ly_6pJtf6mPnx9EQ_mWpQTpmSRlP26_mTkSG0_efrR7D0RJBUV6_WOQWTsJhldIqg8GP5pbfXnbsiJHChn_kfSgENdyhXgkzkAA26HuOCDYamzmy7d_L7HCsZfuo9x-OnOZxoHs/s320/SDC10114.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Olha só, Wescley e eu juntos de Dorian Gray Caldas<br /></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Sei que haverá quem diga: "Mas que menina exibida! Egocêntrica.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Ah... mas é mesmo só uma vontadezinha de falar um pouquinho de mim, tá? </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#3333ff;">E a quem pensar assim, eu respondo como um amigo meu sempre dizia: "ôxi! qué que tem?!"</span></div></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Beijos a todos,</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Luma Carvalho</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Luma Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061261007616783620noreply@blogger.com5