tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785603147858544602012-01-31T00:58:26.641-08:00Labirintos da AlmaIane Rubens de Mellohttps://profiles.google.com/101176683768854691627noreply@blogger.comBlogger6241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-34606521100003148862012-01-30T19:06:00.000-08:002012-01-30T19:22:04.182-08:00PORTA FECHADA<div class="MsoNormal"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"> <v:shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"> <v:stroke joinstyle="miter"> <v:formulas> <v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"> <v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"> <v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"> <v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"> <v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"> <v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"> <v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"> <v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"> <v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcvWB2EPZB8/TwuUy75-qkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bCeOstR3gXY/s400/Pavel+Mirchuk.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Eu grito</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">grito para as paredes</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que não respondem</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">grito para ouvidos</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que são surdos...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">entre quatro paredes</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">aprisionada</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sem janela para respirar</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e uma porta fechada</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um corpo fechado</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">na dor de ser</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">grito...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um grito sentido</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um grito catártico</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um grito de dor</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um urro animalesco</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">mas a porta fechada</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">não se abre</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">meu grito não será ouvido</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">longe de tudo</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">longe de todos</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tão longe que nem sei</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">aonde eu estou</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">longe até de mim mesma</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">do que em mim reconhecia</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nisto em que me tornei</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- SOCORROOO!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Preciso que me escutem!</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">não, ninguém pode escutar</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">todos estão muito longe</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">todos estão alheios </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">dentro de si mesmos</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">... encimesmados</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Grito, grito, grito...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">até calar minha própria voz </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que vem de dentro</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">até gastar as palavras...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Grito até perder a voz</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">mas todos estão tão longe</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">você está tão distante</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sequer me vê</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tampouco me ouve</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">mas grito mesmo assim</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">o que me resta</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">além do grito?</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">essa angústia no peito</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">essa dor que me consome</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">essa vida que não me vale?</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Porque continuar a luta</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">porque acreditar</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em que acreditar</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em quem?</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Meu grito ecoa</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">grita dentro de mim</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">reverbera em meu corpo</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ensurdece a mim mesma</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">mas em vão...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ninguém escuta...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">meu grito se vai </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no vento</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em parte fora</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">noutra parte dentro</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em mim</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">são palavras vazias</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que se perdem </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no silêncio</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que me devora</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me encolho num canto</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">entre quatro paredes</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sem janela para respirar</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e uma porta que permanece fechada</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">uma lágrima escorre </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sobre minha face</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sinto seu gosto</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em minha boca entreaberta</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me calo.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><span style="color: #990000;"><b>Crédito de Imagem: Fotografia de Pavel Mirchuk</b></span><br /></span></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*<br /><span style="color: #990000;"><b><br />Inspirado na música Meu Coração (Arnaldo Antunes)</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/3n5Nbive2Dw/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3n5Nbive2Dw&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3n5Nbive2Dw&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-3460652110000314886?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iane Rubens de Mellohttps://profiles.google.com/101176683768854691627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-66551386026736964382012-01-30T18:57:00.000-08:002012-01-30T18:57:28.434-08:00UM DIA PLENO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXnTKQijphA/TydX4E8WxQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/FisJT1YCtt0/s1600/Um+dia+pleno.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXnTKQijphA/TydX4E8WxQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/FisJT1YCtt0/s400/Um+dia+pleno.gif" width="366" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 9.6pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><br /></b></span> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><!--[endif]--></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 9.6pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Um dia perfeito...<br />Um dia qualquer,<br />mas diferente </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de todos os dias,<br />dias tão iguais! ...<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Outro dia,<br />apenas um dia,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em que eu pudesse sentir<br />no meu coração a pulsar <br />a alegria de estar viva.<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Em que minha alma</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">pudesse estar em paz<br />e meus olhos ao se abrirem</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">pudessem enxergar<br />tudo, tudo diferente...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />Outra realidade <br />menos morta...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Outra realidade...<br /><br /><br />Um dia perfeito...<br />simples e unicamente um dia,<br />onde a paz fosse meu conforto.<br /><br /><br />Onde um sorriso <br />brotasse de meus lábios...<br />docemente.<br /><br /><br />Onde meus olhos,<br />já cansados,<br /> enxergassem além...<br /><br /><br />Ah, meu Deus, <br />como eu queria<br />poder viver esse dia!<br /><br /><br />Não mais que um dia,<br />apenas um único dia,<br />que de tão pleno me contentaria<br />e me deixaria fechar meus olhos<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...<br /><br /><br />suavemente, num suspiro...<br /><br />adormecer ...<br /><br /><b><br />Ianê Mello</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> *</span></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Crédito de Imagem: Foto de <a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/profile/katzehelena">katzehelena</a> )<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> *<br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b>Inspirado em </b></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nspirado em Lou Reed – Perfect Day </span> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/pgviDNeXQ2w/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgviDNeXQ2w&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgviDNeXQ2w&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-6655138602673696438?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iane Rubens de Mellohttps://profiles.google.com/101176683768854691627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-88304015325165891182012-01-13T13:53:00.000-08:002012-01-13T13:53:28.360-08:00SUAVE SINFONIA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_cCsqQiPVs/TxCnueYFu_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/CLvNBa4qXmU/s1600/SUAVE+SINFONIA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="311" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_cCsqQiPVs/TxCnueYFu_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/CLvNBa4qXmU/s400/SUAVE+SINFONIA.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Grupo: Grito Criativo</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Tema: Um Grito ao Som da Loucura<br />Músico: Mozart (Mozart Mozart Violin Concerto in D KV 211 – Andante)</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><br /><b> SUAVE SINFONIA</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sinto um som ...<br />um som que vem de longe...<br />suave, puro, apaixonado...<br />quase um murmúrio<br />em meus ouvidos... </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">fecho os olhos<br />a melodia me invade...<br />doces notas<br />em acordes <br />tocam meu corpo...<br />posso senti-lo...<br />vibrante, entregue, lânguido<br />envolvido num abraço...<br />minha alma se enleva</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">num ritmo descompassado...<br />inevitável a entrega <br />em tão suaves acordes <br />me desnudo...<br />me desfaço...<br />corpo em sinfonia</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em mim se revela<br />vestido de fantasia</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">docemente eu sou<br /><br />...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />ELA.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><br /><span style="color: #990000;"><b> Ianê Mello</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>Crédito de Imagem: Pintura de Lucie Geffre</i></b></span></span> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/m5zzbd7Cs1I/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5zzbd7Cs1I&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5zzbd7Cs1I&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /><!--[endif]--></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-8830401532516589118?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iane Rubens de Mellohttps://profiles.google.com/101176683768854691627noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-21048138421581065122012-01-09T05:24:00.000-08:002012-01-09T05:24:20.477-08:00NO TEMPO CERTO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdhMrbjaoEI/Twrp3Ez_7OI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WY8F9XleSzs/s1600/No+Tempo+certo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdhMrbjaoEI/Twrp3Ez_7OI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WY8F9XleSzs/s400/No+Tempo+certo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><br /><br /><br />Lavrar o amor,<br />revolver a terra<br />... terra-mãe<br /><br />Lavrar o amor...<br />enxada na mão,<br />ancinho e pá<br />Mãos em concha,<br />sementes despejar<br />em solo fértil<br /><br />Regar de afeto<br />e sem pressa,<br />com o tempo certo,<br />ver dela brotar<br />pequenos frutos<br /><br />Assim, a cada dia,<br />dia a dia, sem cessar<br />cuidar da plantação<br /><br />O calor do sol,<br />a abençoada chuva,<br />dádivas naturais,<br />farão dela brotar<br />frutos de esperança<br />que a mão humana<br />dedicou-se a plantar<br />...<br />e, agora, no tempo certo,<br />os frutos poderá saborear.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-2104813842158106512?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iane Rubens de Mellohttps://profiles.google.com/101176683768854691627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-62343725472936223322012-01-09T05:16:00.000-08:002012-01-09T05:19:41.073-08:00SOLIDÃO EM PRETO E BRANCO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwkwSyOEysE/Twrnv6g5SPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/WcfAPIC1YkY/s1600/Solid%25C3%25A3o+em+preto+e+Branco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" height="290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwkwSyOEysE/Twrnv6g5SPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/WcfAPIC1YkY/s400/Solid%25C3%25A3o+em+preto+e+Branco.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />Pedro e seus dois cachorros,<br />um preto e um branco<br />Pedro vivia só<br />Ele e seus dois cachorros<br />Esquecia do pão de cada dia,<br />esquecia de viver<br />... apenas vivia<br />cada dia de uma vez<br />Esquecia que sentia,<br />esquecia que chorava,<br />de sorrir se esquecia<br />Pedro não sentia<br />e a vida assim passava<br />como apenas mais um dia<br />e Pedro nela vagava<br />ele sequer pensava<br />se era vida o que vivia<br />Pedro não mais sonhava<br />Pedro só enxergava<br />o preto e o branco,<br />sem cores,<br />naqueles dias vazios.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-6234372547293622332?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iane Rubens de Mellohttps://profiles.google.com/101176683768854691627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-49413263831523606372012-01-06T17:33:00.000-08:002012-01-06T17:34:56.176-08:00Camille Claudel - Cartão-poema<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1jpylHY3Vw/Twef-lrafkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QI-7ZUdPaqw/s1600/Cart%25C3%25A3o-poema+-+Camille+Claudel%2528+feito+por+Lux+Iris+Lux.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1jpylHY3Vw/Twef-lrafkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QI-7ZUdPaqw/s400/Cart%25C3%25A3o-poema+-+Camille+Claudel%2528+feito+por+Lux+Iris+Lux.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">"Obrigada Ianê Mello por emprestar tuas palavras."</span><br style="color: #333333; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><br /><br style="color: #333333; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">Lux Iris Lux</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><br style="color: #333333; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #333333; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">Em seu álbum sobre Camille Claudel:</span><br style="color: #333333; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #333333; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.301174816586832.63779.100000829497356&type=1)">Facebook de Lux Iris Lux</a></span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-4941326383152360637?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iane Rubens de Mellohttps://profiles.google.com/101176683768854691627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-16470759019159450982012-01-06T17:28:00.000-08:002012-01-06T17:28:03.933-08:00SENTIDOS DIVERSOS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xO3sPn33UCI/Tweff0T3adI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7gPAtJnJ0Dc/s1600/Sentidos+Diversos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xO3sPn33UCI/Tweff0T3adI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7gPAtJnJ0Dc/s320/Sentidos+Diversos.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nem tudo é<br />o que se deseja<br />Nem tudo que brilha<br />é beleza<br />Nem tudo que cheira<br />cheira mal<br />Nem tudo que se espera<br />acontece<br />Nem tudo que vem<br />é o que se quer<br />Nem tudo que some<br />inexistiu<br />Nem tudo o que começa<br />tem um fim<br />Nem tudo o que existe<br />é verdadeiro<br />Nem tudo o que se despe<br />está nu<br />Nem tudo que se fala<br />se pensa<br />Nem tudo que se pensa<br />se fala<br />Nem tudo que está mudo<br />se cala<br />Nem tudo que se grita<br />é ouvido<br />Nem todo que silencia<br />é dor<br />Nem tudo que causa dor<br />é mal<br />Nem tudo que faz bem<br />agrada<br />Nem tudo que se sente<br />existe<br />Nem tudo que reluz<br />é ouro.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello, em UM GRITO FUTURO, no Grupo Grito Criativo( facebook).<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #990000;"><b><br /><br />(* Pintura de Magritte)</b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-1647075901915945098?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iane Rubens de Mellohttps://profiles.google.com/101176683768854691627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-62031063420406409072012-01-06T16:42:00.000-08:002012-01-06T16:55:09.489-08:00A BELA E A FERA<div 18px;="" class="date-posts" left;"="" line-height:="" text-align:=""><div class="post-outer"><div class="post hentry" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="post-body entry-content" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; letter-spacing: 0.02em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 60px; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zn6Lrv3xU/TweVyItJDDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/HWiWnqhBboE/s1600/Charming-Baker_art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0.02em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="330" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zn6Lrv3xU/TweVyItJDDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/HWiWnqhBboE/s400/Charming-Baker_art.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><pintura baker<="" charming="" de="" span=""></pintura></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><o:p><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></b></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A bela não ama uma fera?</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ela viu dentro da fera</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A beleza que a fera tinha.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Não conhece a estória da Bela e a Fera?</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É a mesma coisa... Entendeu?</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Entendeu ou não entendeu?</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #c00000;">Ianê Mello<o:p></o:p></span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">( Originalmente postado no blog <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://litteratour.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: red;">Litteratour</span></a></span> de Beto Palaio)</span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Créditos de Imagem: <span style="color: #990000;"><b>Pintura de Charming Baker</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-6203106342040640907?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iane Rubens de Mellohttps://profiles.google.com/101176683768854691627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-9023392538386991662012-01-03T18:22:00.000-08:002012-01-03T18:25:47.692-08:00ENREDANDO VERSOS<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oeWgzAClYeM/TwO3sV64BrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/I6x4EXDlxxo/s1600/Enredando+Versos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oeWgzAClYeM/TwO3sV64BrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/I6x4EXDlxxo/s320/Enredando+Versos.jpg" width="282" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Ah, versos que caem</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>em gotas de chuva</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>versos que se esvaem</i><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>em lágrimas contidas</i><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>em folhas nuas</i><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">brancas e sem vida<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em palavras cruas<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ah, versos que se nutrem<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de dores e de amores<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Versos que fluem<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">transbordando em cores<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ah, versos que são puros<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que transpõem muros<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Versos que se quedam<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Versos que se enredam<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/iane.mello"><i><span style="color: #990000;">Ianê Mello</span></i></a><i><o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.8pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span style="color: #990000;">Crédito de Imagem: Foto de <b>Cartier Bresson</b></span></i><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-902339253838699166?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iane Rubens de Mellohttps://profiles.google.com/101176683768854691627noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-17123782914649645062012-01-03T17:54:00.000-08:002012-01-03T17:57:18.836-08:00EM (CANTO)<div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/KJzBxJ8ExRk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJzBxJ8ExRk&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJzBxJ8ExRk&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cadência que me fascina<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">docilidade no olhar<br />num sorriso de menina<br />Coração bate mais forte<br />somente ao vê-la passar<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">perco até mesmo meu norte<br /><br /><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">De ternura e encantamento<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">se debruça meu olhar<br />canto num só lamento<br />para teu sonho embalar<br />eternizando o momento<br />em águas profundas de mar<br /><br /><br />Deixas em mim teu rastro<br />mulher-menina em flor<br />sigo buscando teu lastro<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">até perder-me de amor<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Embriago-me em teu perfume<br />em noites insones em vão<br />quem dera fosses o lume<br />que alumia minha paixão<br /><br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Música: Garota de Ipanema - Tom Jobim<br />Evento: Um Grito no Tom do Amor<br />Grupo Grito Criativo ( Facebook)</span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-1712378291464964506?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iane Rubens de Mellohttps://profiles.google.com/101176683768854691627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-66786479797874025012012-01-03T14:19:00.000-08:002012-01-03T14:19:16.510-08:00VAZIO IMENSO<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXO1MrMXj78/TwN-mpj2acI/AAAAAAAAALo/Xc92upLUoso/s1600/Jean_Jacques_Henner_-_Solitude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXO1MrMXj78/TwN-mpj2acI/AAAAAAAAALo/Xc92upLUoso/s400/Jean_Jacques_Henner_-_Solitude.jpg" width="282" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Solidão...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">fome de tudo</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">fome de muito</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">fome de sempre</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">eterna fome...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">presença tua</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">resgate nosso</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">amantes únicos</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">apartados no caminho</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">dor que dói</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">na alma dentro</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">atrelada a anseios</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que permeiam vestes</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sombras e névoa</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">querência sem fim</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">amargura densa</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">aprisionada</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em Mim.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Pintura de Jean Jacques Henner) </span><br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-6678647979787402501?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iane Rubens de Mellohttps://profiles.google.com/101176683768854691627noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-28630304295031923272012-01-03T14:03:00.000-08:002012-01-03T14:04:28.778-08:00Em nós<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/SzsDHtzx6tI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzsDHtzx6tI&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzsDHtzx6tI&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />Meu corpo inerte<br />por suaves mãos tocado<br />mãos de afeto<br />mãos de amor<br /><br /><br />renasço em mim...<br />em suas mãos<br /><br /><br />a vida pulsa<br />... novamente<br /><br />nada mais importa<br /><br /><br />em você há paz<br />nós somos um<br />ungidos pelo amor<br /><br /><br />a distância não existe<br />moramos em nós<br /><br /><br />em cada amanhecer<br />e quando a noite cai...<br />...mansa.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><br />Ianê Mello, inspirado na música <span style="color: #990000;">Nothing Else Matters, Metallica.</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-2863030429503192327?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iane Rubens de Mellohttps://profiles.google.com/101176683768854691627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-6381962053252929112012-01-03T08:37:00.000-08:002012-01-03T08:37:28.772-08:00Avassalador<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHlJg5k-AQU/TwMuqpYZuZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/NaSfLpAxGCo/s1600/Avassalador.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHlJg5k-AQU/TwMuqpYZuZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/NaSfLpAxGCo/s400/Avassalador.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />Em teu corpo derramo suores<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">odores, perfumes<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e minha flor se abre em pétalas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">carnudas e doces<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">para em tua boca estremecer<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">derramar-se<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em rios caudalosos<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">saciando tua sede<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">encontro de línguas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sedutoras e ousadas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que vorazmente sorvem<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a delícia do gozo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em nossos corpos<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">saciados de amor.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></o:p></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></o:p></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Ianê Mello</b></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-638196205325292911?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iane Rubens de Mellohttps://profiles.google.com/101176683768854691627noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-23653057388233817932011-12-15T10:57:00.000-08:002012-01-02T08:48:22.424-08:00Sentir Poético<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E66dkAknsRU/TwHfyNSvFgI/AAAAAAAAALA/IRHBx7Ws8E8/s1600/Cla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E66dkAknsRU/TwHfyNSvFgI/AAAAAAAAALA/IRHBx7Ws8E8/s320/Cla.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Para Clarice Lispector</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Escrever é rasgar os véus</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Desvendar mistérios ocultos em minh'alma</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Desnudar-me de qualquer roupagem</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Num livre processo de criação</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ficar nua, alma limpa, exposta</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Entregue à fonte que inspira</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">As palavras a fluirem no branco papel</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Linhas do meu interno</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Meu mais profundo êxtase</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Onde encontro várias faces</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">E como minhas as reconheço</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Próprias de um ser multifacetado</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Escrever é transpor fronteiras</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Desvelar sentimentos ocultos</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Enxergar-me por dentro...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Minha lucidez, minha loucura</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Na força da poesia encontro</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Alento ao meu intenso sentir</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Expressão pura do meu silêncio</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">No verbo que ganha vida</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: #330000;">Ianê Mello</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-2365305738823381793?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-25714389140747988252011-12-15T06:00:00.000-08:002011-12-15T00:03:30.289-08:00Mensagem de Natal<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://blogmacao.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/NATAL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: #fff2cc; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://blogmacao.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/NATAL.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b><br />Que este Natal seja farto</b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>em sorrisos, em abraços, em amor</b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Que esse Natal seja simples</b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>como simples são os sentimentos</b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Que esse Natal seja terno</b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>com a ternura das crianças que sonham</b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Que esse Natal seja doce</b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>como doce é o cálice de vinho que sorvemos</b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Que esse Natal seja pleno</b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>em vida, em esperança, em calor humano.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Quero agradecer a cada um de vocês que aqui esteve desde o nascimento desse espaço, uns como visitantes eventuais, outros mais assíduos, outros "seguidores" fiéis. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Agradeço pelo carinho a mim ofertado em suas visitas e comentários, aos seus sinceros elogios, as suas palavras de compreensão.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sem a presença de vocês esse espaço não continuaria a existir e a crescer de forma harmoniosa e plena.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Obrigada, meus amigos!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />Um Natal iluminado à todos vocês e que o novo ano que se inicia seja repleto em paz, esperança e amor.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />Um grande beijo e abraço fraterno.<br /><br />Paz e Luz!<br /><br /><b> NAMASTÊ!!!</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />Ianê Mello</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><object height="285" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYhaZ2pV0CQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYhaZ2pV0CQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-2571438914074798825?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-5493180349017660542011-12-14T07:48:00.000-08:002012-01-06T16:59:53.779-08:00POEMA....EXPRESSÃO DA ALMA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkR7pPSJeqA/TweY9lVJ8UI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sRE3lkQZLRA/s1600/calrice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkR7pPSJeqA/TweY9lVJ8UI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sRE3lkQZLRA/s400/calrice.jpg" width="307" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Poetas que somos, em nossos versos expurgamos a dor, numa catarse.</span></b></i><br /><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>E que bem faz esse dilúvio de emoções contidas, represadas pelo silêncio.</b></i><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span> </span></b></i></span><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: small;"> <br /> Ianê Mello</span></i></b></div><i><b><span style="color: #990000; font-size: small;"></span></b></i><br /><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Quando se escreve com a alma</span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">com as vísceras</span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">o poema é puro sentir</span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Não importa a técnica </span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">a rima, a exata construção </span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">O que importa é a emoção que vibra</span></i></b></div><br /><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">É catarse da alma </span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">é sentimento que aflora</span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">de dentro pra fora</span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">colorindo em linhas </span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">o branco e pálido papel</span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">dando-lhe vida</span></i></b><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"></span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">E assim é belo</span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">por sua crueza </span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Sensibilidade expressa</span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">à flor da pele.</span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"></span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Não há que julgá-lo</span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Se bom ou ruim</span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Não há que decifrá-lo</span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Há, apenas, que sentí-lo...</span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b></b></div><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Ianê Mello</b></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://fulviodetoni.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/clarice-lispector-23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="http://fulviodetoni.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/clarice-lispector-23.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-549318034901766054?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-56233236522663494222011-12-14T00:00:00.000-08:002011-12-14T07:43:23.763-08:00A Dor da Criação<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-iQvpfFSMc/SusnBVy_AnI/AAAAAAAAAtA/g6Ohfmk6zPI/s1600-h/Clarice+Lispector.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-iQvpfFSMc/SusnBVy_AnI/AAAAAAAAAtA/g6Ohfmk6zPI/s320/Clarice+Lispector.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b> <br /></b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Já que se há de escrever, que pelo menos não se esmaguem com palavras as entrelinhas. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black;"> Clarice Lispector</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A palavra é a arma do poeta</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e a dor sua inspiração</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dela os versos se fazem puros</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">numa catarse de sentimentos</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">num transbordamento de emoção</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Brotam de sua alma flores de sangue</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que escorrem em pétalas no papel</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e a palavra se faz verbo</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">rasgando do rosto o véu</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ianê Mello</span></b><br /><b><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /></b><br /><b><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /></b><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Conheça um pouco sobre Clarice lispector e seu processo criativo</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://bravonline.abril.com.br/conteudo/literatura/clarice-lispector-infelicidade-inspiradora-510195.shtml">http://bravonline.abril.com.br/conteudo/literatura/clarice-lispector-infelicidade-inspiradora-510195.shtml</a></b></span><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><b></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b></b></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-5623323652266349422?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-2021737485266429082011-12-11T05:19:00.001-08:002011-12-11T05:22:28.011-08:00PINTANDO POESIAS<b><br /></b><br /><b>TELA EM BRANCO</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JB5b_c9ASkU/TuSpcU-ccTI/AAAAAAAAEDg/LoQg2--2tvc/s1600/Jerry+LoFaro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JB5b_c9ASkU/TuSpcU-ccTI/AAAAAAAAEDg/LoQg2--2tvc/s400/Jerry+LoFaro.jpg" width="313" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Peguei minhas tintas,<br />meus pincéis e minha tela,<br />cavalete e banquinho<br />e me sentei para pintar<br />Num sorriso percebi<br />quantas cores belas<br />a saltar em meus olhos<br />Azul, vermelho, amarelo<br />rosa, laranja, verde...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><br />Resolvi todas misturá-las<br />e procurar meu próprio tom<br />Algo que fosse entre<br />o laranja e vermelho,<br />o azul e o verde,<br />o rosa e o lilás...<br />uma cor especial<br />que expressasse meu ser</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><br />Olhei para a tela em branco,<br />a paz me iluminou<br />e, como, num encanto percebi,<br />minha cor já era aquela.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello<br /><br /><br />*</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />Créditos de imagem: <a href="http://jerrylofaro.com/">Jerry LoFaro</a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>ESQUADROS</b><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_T0PVywBD4/TskODLNcRPI/AAAAAAAAD-c/AhFZWpcJVT0/s1600/abstrato_kandinsky3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_T0PVywBD4/TskODLNcRPI/AAAAAAAAD-c/AhFZWpcJVT0/s400/abstrato_kandinsky3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />traço ângulos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">perpendiculares</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(tri) ângulos </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(re) ângulos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">circundo retas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(semi) círculos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">traço paralelas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(re) traio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(con) traio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">expando</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">espio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">esquadrinho</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(re) cantos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">recônditos<br />escaninhos </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">crio nichos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">esconderijos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">cavidades ocultas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(a) dentro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">por dentro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e fico.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Créditos de imagem :<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b> Pintura de Kandinsky</b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-202173748526642908?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-34807628953334832472011-12-07T11:09:00.001-08:002011-12-07T11:15:34.957-08:00Saudade Transversa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/sKIWpF6S_xQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sKIWpF6S_xQ&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sKIWpF6S_xQ&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">A saudade que sinto</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">é uma saudadeingrata</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">muito mais que umalembrança</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">daquilo que um diative</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">é saudade que seagiganta</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">e em meu peito fazmorada</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">saudade mais quedoída</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">saudade malvada</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">daquilo que nuncative</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">de tudo o que nãovivi</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">e essa saudade medilacera</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">faz sangrar o peito</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">e quem me dera</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">fosse possível nãosentir</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">arde como fogo</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">inflama como chama</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">me deixa emdesalinho</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">e a mim proclama</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">em versos quechoram</span></span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">em palavras queinundam.</span></span></b></span></span><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">Ianê Mello</span></span></b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Inspirada emSimples Saudade e Sangrando - Gonzaguinha- Intérp.: Selma Reis.</b></span></span></span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-3480762895333483247?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-5383059391651698412011-12-06T06:31:00.001-08:002011-12-06T06:33:58.692-08:00Alma silenciada<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/39DNaNAMKAU/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/39DNaNAMKAU&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/39DNaNAMKAU&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Solidão</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Alma nua</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Intenso vazio</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Uma doída saudade</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Uma ausência outonal</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Folhas amarelecidas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Pela passagem da estação</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Quedam ao chão em gotas </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de lágrimas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Poças d’água</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Refletem o semblante</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Esquecido e perdido</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No entornar das horas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Frias e impassíveis</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tempo que escorre</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">lento e feroz</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">enquanto a alma chora</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">cores desbotadas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">momentos perdidos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">na poeira do vento</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">lembranças </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que escapam das mãos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em mares de águas profundas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">vida que se esvai</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e não volta...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Inspirado na música: Silêncio - Bethoven.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-538305939165169841?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-42544005301183752342011-12-05T13:07:00.001-08:002011-12-05T13:11:58.824-08:00ALVORECER<br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: margin-bottom: 3.0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 6.0pt; mso-outline-level: 6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/BQOLzXxqxWA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BQOLzXxqxWA&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BQOLzXxqxWA&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: margin-bottom: 3.0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 6.0pt; mso-outline-level: 6;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O dia amanhece<br />o sol doura o céu<br />azul anil<br />num leve planar<br />somos pássaros<br />a voar...<br /><br />pássaros livres<br />voando no céu...<br /><br />abaixo de nós<br />o chão de pedras<br /><br />o leito do rio convida<br />com suas mansaságuas<br />a um suave mergulho</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: margin-bottom: 3.0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 6.0pt; mso-outline-level: 6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><br />Ianê Mello, inspirado namúsica <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Lama Khen.</span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-4254400530118375234?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-17756013631782362942011-12-05T12:40:00.000-08:002011-12-05T16:30:01.129-08:00Invasão Consentida<span style="background-color: black;"></span><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJHgcvL0Az4/RiluhRVQa2I/AAAAAAAAABk/NLUu6q0Wu0U/s1600/LinguaPescoco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: #fff2cc; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="317" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJHgcvL0Az4/RiluhRVQa2I/AAAAAAAAABk/NLUu6q0Wu0U/s400/LinguaPescoco.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Língua</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Morna, cálida</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Úmida...</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Invasora língua</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Adentra, penetra</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Lambe, sorve</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Língua</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Dentro da boca</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Paladar</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Gosto</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Azedo, doce</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Degusta</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Prazeres</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Suores</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Deleites</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>A pele</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>O pelo</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>O corpo</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Consente</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Que adentre</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>...Língua...</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Ianê Mello</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div></div></div><i><b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: black;">Ouça: Zelia Duncan "Sexo"</span></span></b></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,18,0" height="28" id="divmp3" width="325"><param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=9959510-74d" /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=9959510-74d" width="325" height="28" name="divmp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>(Publicada originalmente em 29.12.09)</b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-1775601363178236294?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-45153505623647933952011-12-05T00:00:00.000-08:002011-12-05T06:09:27.842-08:00Singelos Versos<div style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;"></span></div><div style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rV2miAj_PIc/SqWJtlX_7NI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2ohfkHAt15o/S220/gueixa_by_ladyroll%2Bpb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: #fce5cd; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rV2miAj_PIc/SqWJtlX_7NI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2ohfkHAt15o/S220/gueixa_by_ladyroll%2Bpb.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><div style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><b style="background-color: #fff2cc;">Na suavidade de seus versos</b></i><br /><i><b style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><br />me vi pura e criança</b></i><br /><i><b style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><br />num mar de sonhos líricos</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><div><i><b style="background-color: #fff2cc;">Ianê Mello</b></i></div><div style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: white;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Em homenagem à Lírica e sua doce e singela poesia</span></b></span>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://liricadocastelo.blogspot.com/">http://liricadocastelo.blogspot.com/</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-4515350562364793395?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-13584014498285251042011-12-02T21:00:00.000-08:002012-01-15T19:36:25.587-08:00EFEMERIDADE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5TZ3aOl6ck/TtlpgfyA7sI/AAAAAAAAEBc/s-YtsyjdaPA/s1600/sd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5TZ3aOl6ck/TtlpgfyA7sI/AAAAAAAAEBc/s-YtsyjdaPA/s320/sd.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No transpassar das horas</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">minutos infindos</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">segundos infinitesimais</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no escoar das horas</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ponteiros que se desmancham</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em relógios imaginários, dalilescos</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">relógios que se derretem</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">na efemeridade do tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em sua completa relatividade</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tempo que escorre</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tempo que morre</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tempo, tempo, tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no diluir das horas</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no correr dos dias</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">onde nos perdemos</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a eternidade dura um único instante</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nos pequenos momentos vividos</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e naqueles que deixamos de viver.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Crédito de imagem: Pintura de Salvador Dali</span><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/dtBA2vGJqM8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtBA2vGJqM8&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtBA2vGJqM8&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-1358401449828525104?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-15335181830346720582011-12-02T00:05:00.000-08:002011-12-02T17:09:10.609-08:00Amores Gris<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://odisseus.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/rene-magritte-os%20amantes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="http://odisseus.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/rene-magritte-os%20amantes.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"> <span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Os amantes - René Magritte</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Nossos olhos não mais se vêem</b></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b>Cobertos nossos rostos pelo véu da indiferença</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b>E no vazio que entre nós se instalou</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b>enchi de versos sua presença</b></span></span><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></span><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b>Para me sentir mais perto construí</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b>pontes de palavras pelo chão</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b>Estreitando a distância que se fez</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b>nos corpos lado a lado no colchão</b></span></span><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></span><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b>E na penumbra da ausência distraída</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b>brinquei de me enganar que era feliz</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b>e numa ternura descabida</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b>teci com palavras amores gris</b></span></span></div></div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></span><br /><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></div></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"> Ianê Mello</span></span></b></span><span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-1533518183034672058?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-33993170591652310212011-11-30T06:32:00.001-08:002011-11-30T06:39:46.703-08:00MULHER PÁSSARO<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6K7KvpXkaqE/TtY_lplxIyI/AAAAAAAAEA8/7x0si0I5a9I/s1600/m+p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6K7KvpXkaqE/TtY_lplxIyI/AAAAAAAAEA8/7x0si0I5a9I/s400/m+p.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Há muito tempo procuro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">por minhas asas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sei que as tenho</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">desde que nasci</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">acredito que posso voar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">agora</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">meu coração</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sinto pulsar </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em minhas mãos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">minha alma flutua</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">... leve</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sinto que renascerei</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">das cinzas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em breve, o céu...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sou uma mulher-pássaro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e mulheres-pássaros podem voar...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O céu é meu limite...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello, em <i><b>"Um Grito Poético", inspirado em René Magritte.</b></i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Escutem meu GRITO!!!!</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>VENHAM GRITAR TAMBÉM!!!!!!</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />Visitem o grupo no facebook:<br /><a href="http://draft.blogger.com/(https://www.facebook.com/umgritopoetico)">Um Grito Poético</a></b></span><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-3399317059165231021?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-63694951887943614642011-11-28T06:45:00.001-08:002011-11-28T06:50:23.002-08:00Delirante Desejo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ3hrfjFaXI/TtOfWZpgNCI/AAAAAAAAEAw/2czyMxVhVCw/s1600/Delirante+Desejo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ3hrfjFaXI/TtOfWZpgNCI/AAAAAAAAEAw/2czyMxVhVCw/s400/Delirante+Desejo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te quero</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te espero </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te espreito</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no escuro do quarto</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no aconchego da cama</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te busco</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tateio no escuro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te pego </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te toco</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te mordo o pescoço</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te lambo a nuca</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te sussurro no ouvido</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras nuas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras cruas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras suas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te aperto</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te cheiro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te prendo em meus braços</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te enlaço em minhas pernas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te quero agora</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sem demora</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">vem, meu amor</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">com calma</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">com alma</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me toma...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sem pressa.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-6369495188794361464?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-52177649107051909132011-11-25T07:30:00.001-08:002011-11-25T07:45:44.100-08:00Palavra Liberta<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMR4mpBjZjs/Ts-1EArNniI/AAAAAAAAEAk/osfsiUg7dnA/s1600/Borodin+Alexey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMR4mpBjZjs/Ts-1EArNniI/AAAAAAAAEAk/osfsiUg7dnA/s320/Borodin+Alexey.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras...palavras...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nem sempre exatas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">imprecisas palavras</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras comedidas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras sufocadas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras enjauladas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras perdidas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras mutiladas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras nutridas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras em botão</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras sim</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras não</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras de bom tom</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras semitonadas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras desafinadas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras soltas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">palavras asas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">....</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>AVE PALAVRA!!!!!!</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Créditos de Imagem: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Borodin Alexey</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/2RsxsOvumDI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2RsxsOvumDI&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2RsxsOvumDI&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-5217764910705190913?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-16363169603332543092011-11-23T16:00:00.001-08:002011-11-23T09:41:06.577-08:00Diálogos Poéticos " Círculo Vicioso "<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ikgeFbpAvo/S2rUpMk-tPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/IfKiyoedFpA/s1600/circulo_vicioso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ikgeFbpAvo/S2rUpMk-tPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/IfKiyoedFpA/s320/circulo_vicioso.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Venha conferir essse excelente diálogo em <a href="http://dialogospoeticosimello.blogspot.com/" style="color: #990000;">"Diálogos Poéticos"</a></span></b></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #990000;">Colaboradores</span>: Joe Brazuca, J.F. de Souza, Ianê Mello, Fred Matos, Lara Amaral</span></i></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-1636316960333254309?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-63301796974874235132011-11-23T16:00:00.000-08:002011-11-23T09:37:22.272-08:00Natureza Animal<div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-pG7Myu5P8/SKXBLjlGVgI/AAAAAAAABks/fLoDEzF7Vtk/s1600/lobos+e+mulher.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-pG7Myu5P8/SKXBLjlGVgI/AAAAAAAABks/fLoDEzF7Vtk/s320/lobos+e+mulher.bmp" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Ouço esse som que pouco a pouco,</b><br /><b> a cada acorde,</b><br /><b> penetra pelos meus poros,</b><br /><b> tomando meu corpo</b><br /><b> e minha alma de súbito, </b><br /><b>sem que eu possa controlar.</b></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Fecho os olhos e a viagem começa,</b><br /><b> longa e profunda,</b><br /><b>para dentro de mim mesma, </b><br /><b>ao vibrar desses acordes.</b><br /><b>Me perco em meus labirintos e me entrego</b><br /><b> aos meus instintos.</b></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Meu lado humano, pouco a pouco, </b><br /><b>cede lugar ao animal que em mim habita, </b><br /><b>louco para se libertar.</b></div></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Não, não preciso de nenhum alucinógeno,</b><br /><b> nem de nenhuma bebida alcoólica.</b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Não preciso de nada que embote </b><br /><b>ou entorpeça</b><br /><b> meus sentidos.</b><br /><b>Pelo contrário, quero-os cada vez </b><br /><b>mais aguçados.</b><br /><b> Como aguçados os sentidos de um animal</b><br /><b> que fareja, </b><br /><b>sentindo cada odor, pressentindo </b><br /><b>cada perigo e segue em busca de seu território.</b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Minha viagem é pura, pois que puro é o instinto</b><br /><b> que nos move, nos protege, ao mesmo tempo </b><br /><b>que nos impele à aventura.</b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>É o pulsar do sangue em minhas veias.</b><br /><b>É o sentir intenso; pela minha própria natureza. </b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>As notas entram, vibram, uma a uma, </b><br /><b>fervilhando o sangue em minhas veias. </b><br /><b>Se espalham por todo o meu corpo como partículas</b><br /><b> sonoras de cores vivas e penetrantes.</b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Agora eu sou a música; nela me transmuto.</b><br /><b>Sou as cordas da guitarra que vibram.</b><br /><b>Sou os dedos que as tocam com agilidade e destreza.</b><br /><b>Sou ela.</b><br /><b>Sou ânima e animus.</b><br /><b>Masculino e feminino. </b><br /><b>Mulher e animal.</b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Sou alma pura que transcende a identidade,</b><br /><b> a dualidade do ser, o humano e o animal, o racional</b><br /><b> e o instinto. </b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Sou meio mulher, meio loba, a correr livremente </b><br /><b>pelos vastos campos ao som dessas dissonantes </b><br /><b> notas musicais.</b><br /><b>Notas que oscilam, que vibram e se elevam </b><br /><b>e se retraem como um coração a pulsar, </b><br /><b>em seu eterno movimento, em seu batimento</b><br /><b> que traduz a vida.</b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Ah! Que poder a música exerce sobre mim, </b><br /><b>quando ao sentí-la me liberto dos grilhões </b><br /><b>que me acorrentam, das grades que me contem: </b><br /><b>animal aprisionado. </b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Sou o puro sentir.</b><br /><b> Os sentidos cada vez mais aguçados, o</b><br /><b> sangue a fluir pelas veias...quente.</b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Por todo o meu corpo, posso sentí-lo correr</b><br /><b> acelerando meus batimentos cardíacos.</b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Abro meu peito sem medo e com todas </b><br /><b>as minhas forças deixo sair de mim um grito</b><br /><b> gutural, que provêm das entranhas do meu ser. </b><br /><b>Um grito animal, selvagem, que se liberta... </b><br /><b>e ouve-se um uivo profundo que se espalha pelo ar...</b><br /><b> nessa noite em que do alto do escuro céu a lua brilha.</b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b></b><br /><b>Ianê Mello</b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L20ziBk3kEI/Sbt08Dg8AOI/AAAAAAAACkI/qFiejzDenuo/s1600/wolf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L20ziBk3kEI/Sbt08Dg8AOI/AAAAAAAACkI/qFiejzDenuo/s400/wolf.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"><i><b>Ouça: Pink Floyd - Shine on your crazy diamonds</b></i> </div><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,18,0" height="28" id="divmp3" width="325"><param name="movie" 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ez4EWEIlH_8/TskR08atJWI/AAAAAAAAD-o/TebUifx8kk8/s1600/images+%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ez4EWEIlH_8/TskR08atJWI/AAAAAAAAD-o/TebUifx8kk8/s400/images+%25287%2529.jpg" width="281" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me abstenho</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me abasteço</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me anulo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me mostro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me perco</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me acho</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me invado</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me acovardo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me gosto</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me odeio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me visto </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me dispo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me abro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me tranco</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me surpreendo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me espanto</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me calo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me olho...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">não me vejo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Créditos de imagem:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b> Foto de Devian Art</b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-2381833794576895702?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-49607779735163273382011-11-20T06:13:00.001-08:002011-12-11T05:18:52.176-08:00Esquadros<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_T0PVywBD4/TskODLNcRPI/AAAAAAAAD-c/AhFZWpcJVT0/s1600/abstrato_kandinsky3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_T0PVywBD4/TskODLNcRPI/AAAAAAAAD-c/AhFZWpcJVT0/s400/abstrato_kandinsky3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />traço ângulos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">perpendiculares</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(tri) ângulos </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(re) ângulos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">circundo retas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(semi) círculos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">traço paralelas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(re) traio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(con) traio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">expando</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">espio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">esquadrinho</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(re) cantos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">recônditos<br />escaninhos </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">crio nichos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">esconderijos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">cavidades ocultas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(a) dentro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">por dentro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e fico.<br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Créditos de imagem :<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b> Pintura de Kandinsky</b></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b><br /></b></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b><br /></b></span></span><br /><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*Inspirado na música<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"> Esquadros </span></b><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b><br /></b></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/UG_rkMvS0fE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UG_rkMvS0fE&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UG_rkMvS0fE&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></b></span><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-4960777973516327338?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-64121162460419216142011-11-19T13:25:00.001-08:002011-11-19T13:31:29.784-08:00Cores Interditas<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_fBun6pN-No/Tsge8DkVUUI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/Wmv5sQcZK1A/s1600/Cores+Interditas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_fBun6pN-No/Tsge8DkVUUI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/Wmv5sQcZK1A/s400/Cores+Interditas.jpg" width="306" /></a></div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">mãos abertas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em feridas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que não cicatrizam</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">perdestes a fé</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">o tempo passa</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">anos sem sentido</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">guerra insana</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">milhares dão a vida</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">por você...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e tudo morre</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">amor em cores proibidas...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">... vermelho amor ...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">emoções despertas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">mãos enterradas no solo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">mãos cravadas em mim</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">dentro de mim </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sujas de terra</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">lavadas em sangue</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a vida em círculos inúteis</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">perco o chão</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">não o sinto sob meus pés</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">meu amor veste </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">cores proibidas...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;">Inspirado na música </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"> <strong style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://youtu.be/WjTPltVPwhw" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Forbidden Colours...Ryuichi Sakamoto & David Sylvian</a></strong> </span> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/WjTPltVPwhw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WjTPltVPwhw&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WjTPltVPwhw&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="mvm uiStreamAttachments clearfix fbMainStreamAttachment" data-ft="{"type":10}" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: left; zoom: 1;"><div class="UIImageBlock clearfix" style="zoom: 1;"><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_MED_Content fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey; display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px;"><div class="uiAttachmentTitle" data-ft="{"type":11}" style="color: #333333; word-wrap: break-word;"><b><br /></b></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-6412116246041921614?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-3837214717225377592011-11-14T15:58:00.001-08:002011-11-14T16:01:35.049-08:00"Je ne regrete rien"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oE56t9v36W0/TsGrQ_DfF9I/AAAAAAAAD7w/JdT6cuIglyQ/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oE56t9v36W0/TsGrQ_DfF9I/AAAAAAAAD7w/JdT6cuIglyQ/s400/images.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Para Mario Lago</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">dizia jamais lamentar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">pois foi movido a paixão</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e por ela tudo fez</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sua vida um etermo espetáculo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">não foi como "Carolina" de Chico</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que a vida viu passar pela janela,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tampouco assistiu de camarote,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sempre esteve na passarela</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Grande Mario, lago fértil</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">profundo em suas águas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em tudo se fez intenso</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">por tudo se fez amante.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello, em Vozes em Madrigal, homenagem à Mário Lago.</span><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-383721471722537759?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-16981779798231284012011-11-13T14:04:00.001-08:002011-11-13T14:10:04.874-08:00Moinho Vermelho<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIZaFX6pqAM/TsA_DPwcB5I/AAAAAAAAD7k/lKbysygChpg/s1600/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIZaFX6pqAM/TsA_DPwcB5I/AAAAAAAAD7k/lKbysygChpg/s400/download.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O Moinho Vermelho gira</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">mulheres dançam can-can</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no cabaré a meia luz</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">brilhos e paetês</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">homens endinheirados</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">boêmios confessos</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">artistas empobrecidos</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">poetas embriagados</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">olhos de cobiça</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no palco iluminado</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a noite é festa</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">na cidade parisiense</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no terraço enluarado</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">casais trocam carícias</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">preliminares do amor</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Moulin Rouge</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">onde Paris se espelha</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em desejos e delícias</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">* Créditos de imagem : <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Pintura de Toulouse Lautrec</span></b></span></span><br /><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-1698177979823128401?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-45923754164478035272011-11-12T09:00:00.000-08:002011-11-14T15:52:33.187-08:00Música que liberta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.levinson-concerts.com/content/e2/e104/downloads214/Joubran2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.levinson-concerts.com/content/e2/e104/downloads214/Joubran2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>Feche os olhos e sinta</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>O toque penetrante </b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>dessas cordas vibrantes</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>na pungência da emoção</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>Deixe penetrar em seu coração</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>e a alma flutuar leve</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>Libere seu sentir</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>Não contenha os sentimentos</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>Simplesmente sinta</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>...deixe-se fluir</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>e será como um rio caudaloso</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>escorrendo e lavando a dor</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>Sinta o sangue a correr em suas veias</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>Sim...você está vivo!</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>Deixe-se tomar por inteiro</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>A música invadindo seu corpo</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>e penetranto em sua alma</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>Apenas sinta...</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>Solte seu corpo</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>Se liberte das amarras </b><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>... Se solte...</b><br /><b> </b> </div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>e numa explosão de amor</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><br /></b> </div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><br /></b> </div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>..... dance</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>........ dance</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>............... dance .........</b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><br /></b> </div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><br /></b> </div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>a dança do amor sem fronteiras</b><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><br /></b> </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Ianê Mello</span></b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />*Inspirado em <b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Trio Joubran - The music is from album "Sou' Fahm"- Samir Joubran</span></b><br /><div style="color: black; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">Ouça: </span></b></div><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErO4mWN8GaE&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErO4mWN8GaE&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-4592375416447803527?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-69002784721693752112011-11-11T05:52:00.001-08:002011-11-11T06:21:12.451-08:00Vinho de Verão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/qSxQN2E_FPM/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSxQN2E_FPM&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSxQN2E_FPM&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">caminho na cidade</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">numa terra estranha, inóspita</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">os pés calejados</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">vestidos em botas de couro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">armado de esporas de prata</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que soavam no silêncio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">das ruas nuas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">das casas fechadas:</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">cidade fantasma</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ela me avistou ao longe</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ouviu o som de minhas esporas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">caminhou serena em minha direção</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">cabelos ao vento</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">pés descalços, alma nua...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...desarmada...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">era a visão de um anjo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em meio a aridez desértica</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ofereceu-me vinho,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">morangos, cerejas e</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um doce beijo,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de um anjo,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em meus lábios deitou...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sorvi o frescor do vinho</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...vinho de verão.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>*Inspirado em <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Summer Wine - The Corrs e Bono Vox</span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-6900278472169375211?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-60322551315444155282011-11-10T17:08:00.001-08:002011-11-10T17:35:33.460-08:00Adormecer em Mim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQacf6F9INo/Trx7ZV5JGMI/AAAAAAAAD4U/hAr-Cr4PNs4/s1600/Monalli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQacf6F9INo/Trx7ZV5JGMI/AAAAAAAAD4U/hAr-Cr4PNs4/s400/Monalli.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Não, não quero mais palavras rotas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">despidas de significado</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">quero o silêncio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que embala as madrugadas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">solitárias ...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">quero a ausência de som</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">preciso me ouvir</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">meus batimentos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">meu pulsar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">meu ritmo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">quero a solidão das horas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">do tempo presente</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">quero tempo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">pra ter tempo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de pensar no futuro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">quero o escuro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">apague...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">apague essas luzes que me cegam</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">para que eu possa melhor me ver</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a claridade não me permite</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">olhar pra dentro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">são muitas as distrações</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">os convites aos olhares curiosos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">preciso de mim mesma</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de meus próprios olhos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">fechados em mim</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">voltados pra dentro de mim</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">preciso de mim</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">para encontrar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">minha paz</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">meu remanso</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">minha sintonia</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e depois, quem sabe,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">adormecer...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Créditos de imagem: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Foto de Monalli</span></span><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-6032255131544415528?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-26762394836270349312011-11-07T16:58:00.000-08:002011-11-07T17:01:17.850-08:00Moçambique chama...<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kb5zDiJ0oFk/Trh-rn62xJI/AAAAAAAADzI/FMyOB01Pnto/s1600/6a00d8341d53d453ef010536243d20970b-320wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="293" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kb5zDiJ0oFk/Trh-rn62xJI/AAAAAAAADzI/FMyOB01Pnto/s320/6a00d8341d53d453ef010536243d20970b-320wi.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"></span></b></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">" A vida é demasiado preciosa</span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"></span></b></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; line-height: 10px;">para ser esbanjada num mundo desencantado."</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; line-height: 10px;"><br /></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; line-height: 10px;"></span></b></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><br /></b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b style="background-color: #fff2cc;">Mia Couto, in Jerusalém</b></span></span></div><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Moçambique clama por suas palavras<br />por sua presença amorosa<br />pela visão de seus olhos profundos:<br />olhos da infância querida.</span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 10px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 10px;">Clama por aqueles dias</span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">dias de intenso viver<br />em que o tempo era infinito<br />e a esperança sorria em seus lábios</span></span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />Você que teve no medo seu primeiro mestre<br />temendo monstros, fantasmas e demônios<br />só conhecendo os anjos tempos depois<br />quando vieram para guardar sua alma</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 10px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 10px;">Você que crê no amadurecimento da dor</span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em seu intenso sentir, corpo e alma,<br />para que se dilua no correr do tempo infinito,<br />no choro que escorre dos olhos em lágrimas sentidas</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 10px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 10px;">Você que com o próprio sangue escreveria</span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e até mesmo em seu próprio corpo,<br />caso tinta e papel não houvessem,<br />mas não calaria a sua voz jamais</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 10px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 10px;">Você, que cantou a África, em versos,</span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">como tradutor fiel de suas dores,<br />dando voz ao seu silêncio negro,<br />transmutando morte em vida. </span></span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><br />Ianê Mello, em Homenagem a Mia Couto.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-2676239483627034931?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-5637831987485421222011-11-07T06:20:00.000-08:002011-11-07T06:38:25.883-08:00Centelha Divina<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/Dzyg_BVZ6sE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dzyg_BVZ6sE&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dzyg_BVZ6sE&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i></i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>"Não somos mais</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Que uma gota de luz</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Uma estrela que cai</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Uma fagulha tão só</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Na idade do céu..."</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>A Idade do Céu - Paulinho Moska</i></b></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Somos um grão de areia</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">na imensidão do mar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Somos uma pequena fagulha</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">rápido clarão no fogo do céu</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Somos uma centelha de luz</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">uma breve aparição</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Somos uma voz difusa</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no silêncio do mundo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Somos uma presença breve</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no vasto universo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um lampejo divino</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um sopro de calor </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Somos um pequeno coração</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">pulsando na imensidão</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no bater das horas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nas explosões estelares</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Deixe que o tempo passe</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">apenas sinta o pulsar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">da vida que sempre renasce</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">independente de nós.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Inspirado em <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>A Idade do Céu (Jorge Drexler - vs. Paulinho Moska)</b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-563783198748542122?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-40291257305428434682011-11-06T19:03:00.000-08:002011-11-07T06:39:58.059-08:00Natureza Selvagem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/6H8optu9rTU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6H8optu9rTU&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6H8optu9rTU&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><i>"Há um prazer nas florestas desconhecidas;</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><i>Um entusiasmo na costa solitária;</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><i>Uma sociedade onde ninguém penetra;</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><i>Pelo mar profundo e música em seu rugir;</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><i>Amo não menos o homem, mas mais a natureza..."</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><i><b>Lord Byron</b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">na natureza selvagem</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">agora eu caminho</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">mistérios me acompanham</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">desconhecidas rotas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">sinto que estou caindo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">caindo em segurança</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">de um mundo produzido</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">que não era meu</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">para um mundo natural</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">cada vez mais para dentro</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">para dentro de mim</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">protegido pelo animal </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">que me habita</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">pela minha natureza selvagem</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">as luzes do que um dia fui </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">se apagaram</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">não sei mais quem sou</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">não, mas não tenho medo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">eu tenho essa luz que me guia</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">que está dentro de mim</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">na solidão das minhas noites</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">em que me encontro comigo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">com a minha natureza selvagem</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">longas noites passarei</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">lobo solitário</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">a uivar para a lua.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ianê Mello</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Inspirado em <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Long Nigh - Eddie Vedder</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-4029125730542843468?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-33999955814896490052011-11-06T13:25:00.000-08:002011-11-06T13:30:23.074-08:00Gozo Profundo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhfM8bn6F94/Trb7MGbonkI/AAAAAAAADxk/_QK5JAMc7ow/s1600/fotos_eroticas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhfM8bn6F94/Trb7MGbonkI/AAAAAAAADxk/_QK5JAMc7ow/s320/fotos_eroticas.jpg" width="284" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A carne trêmula</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">desejos febris</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">bocas arfantes</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">se procuram...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">mãos em carícias</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">dedos, línguas, pele</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nos corpos nus</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">liquefeitos em suores</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">odores de almiscares</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um cheiro de amor</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">espalhado no ar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a enlouquecer...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">amor sem fronteiras</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">busca do prazer</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sem limites</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">seu corpo no meu</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">meu corpo no seu</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">......</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">dentro...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">......</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">estremecem num só</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">amantes em uníssono</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">explodem num gozo </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que lentamente escorre</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">... </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">manchando os lençóis.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-3399995581489649005?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-63899962543076909402011-11-06T13:14:00.000-08:002011-11-06T13:29:33.774-08:00Proibido Ultrapassar<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img fbid="272275272814061" height="317" hmac="ATq8gwqV2SHMh7tM" src="https://fbcdn-photos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/315605_272275272814061_100000947718661_743662_1906074682_a.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" width="320" /></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><br /></span></div><div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Olha, tenha cuidado,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">não venha ultrapassar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">o limite que é meu.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nem deves ousar tentar:</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">esse campo não é seu.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Se público ele fosse</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">estaria a céu aberto</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">para qualquer um transitar,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">mas estás vendo, decerto,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">porque teimas em avançar.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Venha com calma, seu moço,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que os cães podem ladrar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e não pense que não mordem,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">é melhor não provocar...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Se queres ser bem vindo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">achegue-se bem devagar,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um pouco de cada vez...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">... observe com o olhar...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">depois de um tempo talvez</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">possa deixar-te entrar.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mas que fique já bem claro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que lutei por esse espaço </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e sempre o defenderei,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">pois me é caro e raro.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Não o entregarei a ninguém.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">pois com minhas mãos eu faço</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a cerca que me convêm.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-6389996254307690940?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-17589232114870670072011-11-06T07:33:00.000-08:002011-11-07T06:40:50.055-08:00Tela em Branco<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3cAYDpRtD8/TraoorqngXI/AAAAAAAADxY/-e37Qc1We0Y/s1600/tumblr_ll9or7TAex1qhttpto1_r1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3cAYDpRtD8/TraoorqngXI/AAAAAAAADxY/-e37Qc1We0Y/s400/tumblr_ll9or7TAex1qhttpto1_r1_500.jpg" width="313" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Peguei minhas tintas,<br />meus pincéis e minha tela,<br />cavalete e banquinho<br />e me sentei para pintar<br />Num sorriso percebi<br />quantas cores belas<br />a saltar em meus olhos<br />Azul, vermelho, amarelo<br />rosa, laranja, verde<br />......<br /><br />Resolvi todas misturá-las<br />e procurar meu próprio tom<br />Algo que fosse entre<br />o laranja e vermelho,<br />o azul e o verde,<br />o rosa e o lilás...<br />uma cor especial<br />que expressasse meu ser<br /><br />Olhei para a tela em branco,<br />a paz me iluminou<br />e, como, num encanto percebi,<br />minha cor já era aquela.<br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello<br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-transition-delay: initial; -webkit-transition-duration: 0.5s; -webkit-transition-property: color; -webkit-transition-timing-function: ease-out; background-color: #fff2cc; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: left;">Créditos de imagem: <a href="http://jerrylofaro.com/" style="-webkit-transition-delay: initial; -webkit-transition-duration: 0.5s; -webkit-transition-property: color; -webkit-transition-timing-function: ease-out; text-align: left;">Jerry LoFaro</a></span><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/2-V21HepcgY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-V21HepcgY&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-V21HepcgY&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-1758923211487067007?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-82837128904648647312011-11-05T17:43:00.000-07:002011-11-05T15:28:24.966-07:00O BEIJO DE UM ANJO<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/QcmsoYLjVXk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QcmsoYLjVXk&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QcmsoYLjVXk&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><h1 id="watch-headline-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold; height: 1.1363em; line-height: 1.1363em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-height: 1.1363em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Philip Glass - The Kiss (HD)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"> Philip Glass - The Kiss (HD)</span></span></h1><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br />Na rua um corpo de mulher<br />nu... atirado ao chão<br />a chuva a encobrí-lo<br />como um manto<br />em pesadas gotas<br />faz muito frio...<br />parece adormecido<br />entregue a dor tão profunda<br />que não se move<br />deixando a água a fluir sobre si<br />como um rio que banha<br />momentaneamente se move<br />aparentemente desperto<br />de um sono profundo<br />mas não encontra<br />forças para se erguer<br />e assim se mantem ao chão<br />mas seu espírito se eleva<br />nas asas de uma libélula<br />um anjo de luz<br />que voeja em raios de sol<br />num vôo de libertação<br />O sol perpassa<br />as gotículas de chuva<br />e nuvens se formam<br />e se avolumam<br />cálidas, alvas e envolventes<br />e brilham como estrelas<br />que pouco a pouco vestem<br />esse corpo de mulher<br />envolvendo sua nudez<br />em flocos brilhantes<br />enquanto seu corpo<br />antes inerte se ergue mais e mais<br />e ao ir se erguendo<br />quando completamente<br />coberta por uma veste<br />de nuvens algodoadas<br />de uma brancura alva<br />e purificadora<br />começa lentamente a caminhar<br />em direção a branca luz<br />e dela se aproxima<br />compreendendo o real sentido<br />compreendendo que sua vida findara<br />entrega seu corpo ao negro pássaro<br />e sem mais resistência<br />liberta seu corpo que jaz<br />Assim...<br />Inicia-se o bailado da vida e da morte<br />e a alma, enfim, se liberta.<br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello<br /><br /><br />Inspirado em<b> Philip Glass "The Kiss".</b><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-8283712890464864731?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-49984282238503277722011-11-03T08:05:00.001-07:002011-11-03T08:05:56.783-07:00Falsa Imagem<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWPdJ_EhZP0/TrKtr9ZHa5I/AAAAAAAADu8/wWucgJd5xpo/s1600/Falsa+Imagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWPdJ_EhZP0/TrKtr9ZHa5I/AAAAAAAADu8/wWucgJd5xpo/s400/Falsa+Imagem.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><br /><br />Cai dessa pose<br />será que você não vê<br />orgulho não leva a nada<br />somos todos iguais<br />carne e osso<br />filhos do pó de estrelas<br />nascidos para brilhar<br />então me olha<br />e me vê<br />além da aparência<br />sou humana como você<br />tire a máscara da vaidade<br />que sua face encobre<br />mostra seu eu verdadeiro<br />sua essência mais nobre<br />pois no fim de tudo<br />pó que somos<br />ao pó retornaremos<br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-4998428223850327772?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-7576256655297579542011-11-03T07:46:00.000-07:002011-11-03T07:46:36.587-07:00Terapia do Ócio<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Jepnwr28Do/TrKpHo7rSvI/AAAAAAAADuw/T7b8TVvhlO0/s1600/Terapia+do+%25C3%2593cio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Jepnwr28Do/TrKpHo7rSvI/AAAAAAAADuw/T7b8TVvhlO0/s400/Terapia+do+%25C3%2593cio.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />Tem coisa mais gostosa<br />do que deitar numa rede<br />e adivinhar desenhos nas nuves?<br />Ficar de papo pro ar<br />sem ver o tempo passar<br />em verdadeira preguiça?<br />Entregar-se ao ócio<br />e dele fazer terapia<br />descansando dessa vida<br />de eterna correria?<br /><br />Ah, vai dizer que não<br />que é pecado então<br />e pura perda de tempo<br />deixar escorrer as horas<br />esquecer o mundo lá fora<br />e na cama se aninhar<br />deitar o corpo no gramado<br />fechar os olhos bem fechados<br />e ouvir os pássaros a cantar<br />sentindo a doce brisa<br />seu rosto acarinhar<br /><br />Quero ser bicho-preguiça<br />e viver esses momentos<br />sem culpa, nem ressentimentos<br />pois se a vida é para ser curtida<br />vamos fazê-la valer a pena.<br /><br />Ianê Mello, em Sábado Poético, Os sete Pecados Capitais - Preguiça.<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-757625665529757954?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-72637456249464661562011-11-03T07:42:00.000-07:002011-11-03T07:42:13.466-07:00Conversa com Drummond<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzMlajBlVBA/TrKn-5tAa6I/AAAAAAAADuc/TAbpGwya0vE/s1600/Conversa+com+Drummond.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzMlajBlVBA/TrKn-5tAa6I/AAAAAAAADuc/TAbpGwya0vE/s400/Conversa+com+Drummond.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />Para Carlos Drummond de Andrade<br /><br /><br />O quanto você riria, poeta<br />um riso frouxo e feliz<br />de ver sua estatueta<br />em plena praia de copacabana<br />você, mineiro de Itabira,<br />tendo a seu lado, simplório,<br />debaixo de pleno sol,<br />sem pruridos ou vergonha,<br />sem com nada se importar,<br />homem de origem simples<br />sentado a conversar<br />vai se saber que prosa<br />ele está a entoar<br />mas parece animado<br />de contigo prosear! ...<br /><br />Há, como ririas, poeta,<br />ao ver seus pequenos óculos,<br />aquele mesmo com que lias<br />ser retirado na madrugada<br />sabe-se lá com que intuito<br />por uma pessoa qualquer,<br />e, ao amanhecer, numa faixa,<br />você riria ao ler:<br />"não roubem meus óculos,<br />leiam meus livros" !<br /><br />Mas que povo engraçado,<br />você certamante pensaria,<br />roubar um óculos<br />apenas por puro prazer<br />já que nem servem para ler!<br /><br />Querido poeta, que saudade<br />de seus versos que universos<br />desvendaram para mim<br />em meu coração permaneces,<br />mineirinho de itabira,<br />e com carinho me recordo:<br />"Vai, Carlos! ser gauche na vida."<br /><br />Ianê Mello<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snIs8t5RZgw/TrKoDZMt0CI/AAAAAAAADuk/kp5dmCY_cng/s1600/Conversa+com+Drummond+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snIs8t5RZgw/TrKoDZMt0CI/AAAAAAAADuk/kp5dmCY_cng/s320/Conversa+com+Drummond+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-7263745624946466156?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-54163707842235636232011-11-02T09:30:00.000-07:002011-11-02T04:33:36.300-07:00Inconsistência<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kT9ruXSwPQk/TrEoAvHGZ_I/AAAAAAAADs4/p8aHTI5FIGA/s1600/cralo+russoDeepPinkRoses2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="143" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kT9ruXSwPQk/TrEoAvHGZ_I/AAAAAAAADs4/p8aHTI5FIGA/s400/cralo+russoDeepPinkRoses2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>a rosa</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>não é mais que uma rosa<br />não é mais que</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>não é mais<br />não é<br />não...</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Ianê Mello </b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;">*Créditos de imagem: Carlo Russo</span><span style="color: #741b47;"></span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/hUmuD4a81hs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hUmuD4a81hs&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hUmuD4a81hs&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-5416370784223563623?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-48796394846261237662011-11-02T07:00:00.000-07:002011-11-02T01:55:42.582-07:00Palavra<div 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/></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;">Palavra fala</span><br style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">palavra cala</span><br style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">palavra consente</span><br style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">palavra ausente</span><br style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">palavra viva</span><br style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">palavra morta</span><br style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">palavrAção</span><br style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">palavra sente</span><br style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">palavra mente</span><br style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">Palavra lava</span><br style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">Pá lavra.</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><br style="line-height: 10px; text-align: left;" /><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000947718661" href="https://www.facebook.com/iane.mello" style="cursor: pointer; line-height: 10px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">I</a>anê Mello</b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-4879639484626123766?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-15055709913797351602011-11-02T06:00:00.000-07:002011-11-02T01:42:25.496-07:00Da Luz e do Sol<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/YWLCr_701c4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YWLCr_701c4&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YWLCr_701c4&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"></span><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Aos poucos </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">o corpo inerte</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a fala pouca</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">o gesto mínimo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Aos poucos </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a vida</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">por um fio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">centelha de vida</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mortalha humana</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Aos poucos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">o sol</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">o brilho</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a noite que se apaga</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a vida</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que renasce</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Viva a vida!</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Vida viva.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ianê Mello</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-1505570991379735160?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-14363982132585375172011-11-02T04:37:00.001-07:002011-11-02T04:37:14.328-07:00<br /><div style="color: #bfbfbf; font-family: 'IM Fell Great Primer'; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px; text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-small;">«Quero mundo… terra firme..</span></div><div style="color: #bfbfbf; font-family: 'IM Fell Great Primer'; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px; text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-small;">… ruas com lama.»</span></div><div style="color: #bfbfbf; font-family: 'IM Fell Great Primer'; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px; text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #bfbfbf; font-family: 'IM Fell Great Primer'; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px; text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-small;">José Gomes Ferreira</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-1436398213258537517?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-72441413010480422852011-11-01T17:48:00.000-07:002011-11-02T01:44:23.813-07:00Nós Atados<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TIbIL-Mk-Q/TrCTKfpEGkI/AAAAAAAADsI/YdgRiowbZqk/s1600/ThE_EmPtY_EsPaCe_by_deadlybuterfly+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TIbIL-Mk-Q/TrCTKfpEGkI/AAAAAAAADsI/YdgRiowbZqk/s320/ThE_EmPtY_EsPaCe_by_deadlybuterfly+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />efêmeras amizades<br />...<br />um dia flores<br />noutro espinhos<br />um dia amigos<br />noutro...<br />o silêncio<br />não espero mais<br />do que vier,<br />se vier...<br />cansei de ser autêntica<br />e ser incompreendida<br />cansei de palavras vãs<br />que não se cumprem<br />cansei de meias palavras<br />que nada acrescentam<br />cansei de sorrisos<br />em rostos vazios<br />cansei de preparativos<br />para uma festa<br />que depois não se realiza<br />e fica apenas o vazio<br />a incompletude<br />o nada.<br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-7244141301048042285?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-77117825406249017552011-11-01T08:28:00.000-07:002011-11-01T08:30:56.628-07:00Sonata do Luar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/vQVeaIHWWck/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vQVeaIHWWck&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vQVeaIHWWck&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 10px;"><b>Lua prata</b></span><br /><b style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 10px;">solidão azul</b><br /><b style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 10px; text-align: left;">estrelas cintilantes</b><br /><b style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;">brilham como luz</span></b><br /><b style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;">nos olhos que choram</span></b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"></span></b></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><br /></span></b></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"></span></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; line-height: 10px;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b>Ianê Mello</b></span></div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-7711782540624901755?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-39942147603797555952011-10-29T17:01:00.000-07:002011-10-29T17:04:53.463-07:00Lonely Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVqMULUiRPA/TqyR_X7nLzI/AAAAAAAADq0/6a-350boaVk/s1600/images+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVqMULUiRPA/TqyR_X7nLzI/AAAAAAAADq0/6a-350boaVk/s400/images+%25284%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />amor solitário<br />na noite que avança<br />em desejos tardios<br />corpo que se entrega<br />a conhecidos carinhos<br />de mãos que são suas<br />já acostumadas<br />a se dar prazer<br />cansaço vencido<br />desejo satisfeito<br />corpo que queda<br />inerte e nu<br />entre almofadas<br />e em sua solidão<br />...<br /><br />adormece.<br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello<br /><br /><br />Créditos de imagem: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Pintura de Malcolm T. Liepke</span><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-3994214760379755595?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-14826483305711098492011-10-29T16:45:00.000-07:002011-10-30T07:00:53.533-07:00Mulher Esfinge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdIhF1toBDs/TqyNagROmTI/AAAAAAAADqo/z6yeIZGgmFU/s1600/Touseled+Hair%252C+Malcolm+T.+Liepke..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdIhF1toBDs/TqyNagROmTI/AAAAAAAADqo/z6yeIZGgmFU/s400/Touseled+Hair%252C+Malcolm+T.+Liepke..jpg" width="392" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Lânguida<br />cabelos revoltos<br />acobreados<br />sobre lençóis de cetim<br />vermelhos<br />verdes e profundos<br />são seus olhos de mar<br />de fêmea<br />que espera<br />o seu homem<br />boca entreaberta<br />rubra<br />num convite<br />ao prazer<br />corpo nu<br />que se insinua<br />numa pose<br />sensual e convidativa<br />mulher fêmea amante<br />traz em seu corpo<br />promessas desejos<br />segredos...<br />decifra-me<br />ou te devoro...<br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello<br /><br /><br /><br />Créditos de imagem: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Pintura de Malcolm T. Liepke</span><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-1482648330571109849?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-87142123835030523482011-10-28T18:00:00.000-07:002011-10-28T13:09:10.314-07:00A Espera do Adeus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/oan_WhqoD10/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oan_WhqoD10&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oan_WhqoD10&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i></i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Amantes nunca deveriam</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>dizer adeus</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>quando o amor </i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>ainda sorri</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>ante seus olhos</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>quando a paixão</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>ainda queima</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>por dentro</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>quando a chama</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>do amor</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>ainda brilha</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>mas o adeus</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>espreita com olhos ferinos</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>os momentos </i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>mal vividos</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>vívidos na memória</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>calando desejos</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>desatando laços</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>rompendo nós</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>e a ausência se faz</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>no correr das horas rotas</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>no beijo não dado</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>na palavra não dita</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>no amor não revelado</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>nos insanos pecados</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>por nós cometidos</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>na crueza da realidade</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>na maldita rotina.</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br /></i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br /></i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br /></i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Ianê Mello</i></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-8714212383503052348?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-68361751348801076712011-10-28T12:08:00.000-07:002011-10-28T12:09:08.608-07:00O Homem que Amo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/uzJMTSaAl8g/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzJMTSaAl8g&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzJMTSaAl8g&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div>o homem que amo</div><div>já está ao meu lado</div><div>não preciso mais esperar </div><div>ele é forte e puro</div><div>coração todo amor</div><div>em seus braços</div><div>me protege<br />me embala em doce sono<br />sonho acordada</div><div>nos braços </div><div>do homem que amo</div><div>ele me olha e sorri<br />em nossa sintonia </div><div>compreendemos o sentir</div><div>sem palavras...</div><div>juntos nosso lar</div><div>construímos</div><div>tijolo por tijolo</div><div>suor e lágrimas</div><div>amor e sorrisos</div><div>com argamassa</div><div>firme e seguro</div><div>não, não preciso esperar</div><div>nem domingo, nem segunda</div><div>o homem que eu amo chegar</div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ianê Mello</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-6836175134880107671?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-86862867260048386042011-10-28T11:00:00.000-07:002011-10-28T07:56:31.777-07:00Desejo de Amar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ9x2HcNt2E/TqqpDFLlK6I/AAAAAAAADo4/KzrUbq7Qrbg/s1600/amantes+0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ9x2HcNt2E/TqqpDFLlK6I/AAAAAAAADo4/KzrUbq7Qrbg/s320/amantes+0.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Me pega pelos flancos<br />me vira do avesso<br />me morde<br />me lambe<br />desvenda segredos...<br /><br />desbrava meu corpo<br /><br />...<br /><br />sussurra em meu ouvido<br />beija minha nuca<br />me arrepia<br />o pelo, a pele...<br /><br />...<br /><br />me toma<br />em seus braços<br />me beija na boca<br />e eu<br />lânguida e entregue<br /><br />sou tua...<br /><br />perfumes, suores<br />exalam no quarto<br />cheiro de amor<br />nos lençóis<br />em nossos corpos<br /><br /><br />desejos guardados<br />na espera do tempo<br />os beijos sonhados<br />carícias precisas<br /><br /><br />em nós dois<br />o pecado<br />se perde de vista<br />no amor que invade<br /><br />....<br /><br />e fica.<br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Billie Holiday - My Man</span></b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/IQlehVpcAes/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQlehVpcAes&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQlehVpcAes&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-8686286726004838604?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-38399065677003538092011-10-28T10:02:00.000-07:002011-10-28T10:28:30.266-07:00Cálice Sagrado<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DLFgVPWArDQ/Tqrf0XaLg3I/AAAAAAAADps/6isO_LhvnjQ/s1600/martin12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DLFgVPWArDQ/Tqrf0XaLg3I/AAAAAAAADps/6isO_LhvnjQ/s400/martin12.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />em teu corpo fluir<br />corredeira<br />fluidificar suores<br />escorrer como veio<br />leito de rio<br />...<br />nas margens<br />mansamente<br />repousar<br />...<br />amores desejosos<br />sem freios<br />sem diques<br />rumo ao mar<br />...<br />liquefeitos ardentes<br />tremores vulcânicos<br />lavas incandescentes<br />...<br />leite derramado<br />cálice sagrado<br />vinho licoroso<br />entre pernas e delícias<br />gozos sem fim<br />...<br />urros<br />gritos<br />gemidos abafados<br />bicho solto<br />fera em mim<br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello<br /><br /><br />Créditos de imagem: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Foto de Cartier Bresson</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span><br /><br /><h1 id="watch-headline-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.8333em; height: 1.1363em; line-height: 1.1363em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-height: 1.1363em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Norah Jones - Lover Man"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Norah Jones - Lover Man</span></span></h1><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/jmf6Oehm1OA/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmf6Oehm1OA&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmf6Oehm1OA&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-3839906567700353809?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-3588503179799527762011-10-28T09:30:00.000-07:002011-10-28T06:19:49.874-07:00AMANTES<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"></span><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLbPKi46xVU/ToY0yVFZHNI/AAAAAAAADDE/IGDsX5ayERo/s1600/amantes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLbPKi46xVU/ToY0yVFZHNI/AAAAAAAADDE/IGDsX5ayERo/s320/amantes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">Em teu corpo nu</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">passeia minha língua</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">úmida </span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">cada vez mais atrevida</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">sorvendo seu suor</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">perfumes, odores</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">inebriam a paixão</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">nossos corpos molhados</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">em êxtase</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">pernas que se entrelaçam</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">mãos que se buscam</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">bocas que se beijam</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">entorpecendo os sentidos</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">amantes na entrega</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">dança sensual</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">gemidos roucos</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">abafados</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">gritos emudecidos</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">entre dentes</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">explodem</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">em profundo gozo.</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"> </span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">Ianê Mello</span></h6></span></span></h6><div class="mvm uiStreamAttachments clearfix" data-ft="{"type":10}" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; zoom: 1;"><div class="UIImageBlock clearfix" style="zoom: 1;"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-358850317979952776?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-36879193894728490472011-10-28T09:00:00.000-07:002011-12-05T16:22:12.514-08:00AVASSALADOR<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--imAjNCvqYQ/ToYpJB14LOI/AAAAAAAADC8/eKOGZGyqCRU/s1600/casal-na-cama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--imAjNCvqYQ/ToYpJB14LOI/AAAAAAAADC8/eKOGZGyqCRU/s320/casal-na-cama.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Em teu corpo derramo suores</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>odores, perfumes</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>e minha flor se abre em pétalas</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>carnudas e doces</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>para em tua boca estremecer</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>derramar-se</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>em rios caudalosos</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>saciando tua sede</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>encontro de línguas</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>sedutoras e ousadas</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>que vorazmente sorvem</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>a delícia do gozo</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>em nossos corpos</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>saciados de amor.</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Ianê Mello</b></span><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-3687919389472849047?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-29921150652126633432011-10-27T11:19:00.000-07:002011-10-27T11:22:30.840-07:00Palavra Viva<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmiKXTxUuQs/TqmggSBqUtI/AAAAAAAADj4/8ih5vHRmgLE/s1600/escritor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmiKXTxUuQs/TqmggSBqUtI/AAAAAAAADj4/8ih5vHRmgLE/s1600/escritor.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />as palavras se perdem<br />...solitárias<br />sem ao menos serem lidas<br />o tempo corre...<br />o tempo morre...<br />...ninguém tem tempo<br /><br />...<br /><br />páginas viradas<br />emoções não contempladas<br />em branco passam...<br />o poeta sente<br />a solidão<br />da noite mal dormida<br />da expressão vã<br />de um sentir<br />sem ressonância<br /><br />...<br /><br />mas as palavras<br />teimosas em se expressar<br />voltam e pedem<br />para ganhar força<br />no branco papel<br />e o poeta-instrumento<br />sai de si e se debruça<br />e se rende ao seu encanto<br /><br />...<br /><br />ao menos poderia<br />o olhar que aqui pousa<br />ler essas poucas linhas<br />e dar-lhes a vida<br />de um sentir<br />compartilhado.<br /><br />...<br /><br />poderia?<br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello<br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-2992115065212663343?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-57952864715211178412011-10-26T06:26:00.001-07:002011-10-26T06:26:47.727-07:00Se...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBSc2hsO33E/TqgKW5PpYGI/AAAAAAAADjE/UCb8iK88Cyk/s1600/images+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBSc2hsO33E/TqgKW5PpYGI/AAAAAAAADjE/UCb8iK88Cyk/s320/images+%25283%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Se água tivesse nascido</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">escorreria em cascatas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sobre seu corpo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">banharia seu suor</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">límpida e fresca</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">corpo amado</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ao ser banhado</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">fresco e sereno</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te amaria ao relento</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em acordes doces</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">serenamente te preencheria</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">completude do amar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-5795286471521117841?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-73430813894241278452011-10-24T13:00:00.002-07:002011-10-24T13:00:44.807-07:00Fora de Mim<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TQxaOqmLATc/TqXDJNR9msI/AAAAAAAADiA/MP2iI6CKKxU/s1600/Fora+de+mim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TQxaOqmLATc/TqXDJNR9msI/AAAAAAAADiA/MP2iI6CKKxU/s320/Fora+de+mim.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Louca estou<br />a rasgar minha roupa<br />a gritar impropriedades<br />a vagar pelas ruas<br />completamente nua<br />exposta<br />olhos perdidos<br />vazios<br />sem controle<br />sem rédeas<br />cavalo solto<br />na garganta o grito<br />estrangulado<br />na alma o sentimento<br />encarcerado<br />peito cravejado<br />em solidões<br />fugas de mim<br />no poço sem fundo<br />o fim<br />vida que vagueia<br />impunemente<br />sem rumo<br />casa destelhada<br />minha frágil morada<br />ferrugem e pó<br />cactos retorcidos<br />tenho sede<br />corpo recolhido<br />entre os escombros<br />da vida<br />que jaz.<br /><br />Ianê Mello<br /><br /><br />Créditos de imagem: Pintura de Ans Markus<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-7343081389424127845?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-29892975653014883312011-10-24T12:38:00.001-07:002011-10-24T12:39:00.113-07:00Beleza de ser<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BZVrVAtoWs/TqW-tQVBsWI/AAAAAAAADho/arRr3QeN8m0/s1600/Beleza+de+ser.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BZVrVAtoWs/TqW-tQVBsWI/AAAAAAAADho/arRr3QeN8m0/s320/Beleza+de+ser.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Restringir a beleza no externo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">é um grande erro de visão</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Belo mesmo é o que por dentro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">se esconde...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a mais pura revelação</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dentro de si ela se guarda</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">incólume e imaculada</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">pronta para ser sentida</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">aguardando ser amada</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tal beleza é singular</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nem todos os olhos a vêem</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">há que se imaginar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">o esconderijo secreto</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">descobrindo num lampejo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a luz que dela provem</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">beleza que irradia</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que nada em si retem.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-2989297565301488331?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-40602236647194352092011-10-24T12:37:00.000-07:002011-10-24T12:37:44.498-07:00Sementes do Belo<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-buBoFPD5qeI/TqW-XwkviEI/AAAAAAAADhg/tmWM8SEGCwA/s1600/Sementes+do+Belo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-buBoFPD5qeI/TqW-XwkviEI/AAAAAAAADhg/tmWM8SEGCwA/s320/Sementes+do+Belo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Beleza que em si retem</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a pureza do existir</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">aos olhos faz refletir</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">o olhar do outro alguém</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Olhos que vêem além</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">do que a visão pode ver</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Olhos de bem querer </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que por dentro se detêm</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Beleza assim tão rara</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">guarda em si o brilho</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">como se fora um filho</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">como uma jóia cara</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E quem dela se apodera</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">guarda em si o mundo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">em seu íntimo fecundo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">brotam flores-primavera.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-4060223664719435209?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-60727680219573654292011-10-24T12:34:00.000-07:002011-10-24T12:35:42.628-07:00MISCIGENADA<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UjqQCDFp96E/TqW-Bqbr_rI/AAAAAAAADhQ/vouCl3NgvvU/s1600/MISCIGENADA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UjqQCDFp96E/TqW-Bqbr_rI/AAAAAAAADhQ/vouCl3NgvvU/s400/MISCIGENADA.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />Sou branca da pele alva<br />mas nome de índia tenho<br />"minha e tua, de nós dois"<br />contra senso de meus pais<br />mas não me importa, não<br />tenho a raça no coração<br />sou forte e bravia<br />sou de espírito guerreiro<br />gosto de pé no chão<br />e de uma rede pra balançar<br />influência do nome<br />podem dizer<br />numa chacota<br />pergunto, será?<br />Sou brasileira<br />e disso tenho orgulho<br />povo mais que sofrido<br />lutador, não perde a pose<br />mesmo morrendo de fome<br />preserva-se e sobrevive<br />nesses tempos de vacas magras<br />Sou feita de várias raças<br />sangue negro corre em minhas veias<br />portugueses, italianos e franceses<br />sou plural e mesmo assim única<br />humana como qualquer um<br />meio bicho, meio mulher<br />dócil e feroz<br />altiva e simples<br />sou de argila, barro, pó<br />e de estrelas incandescentes<br />sou viva, sou pecadora...<br />SOU GENTE.<br /><br /><br />Ianê Mello<br /><br /><br />Créditos de imagem: Pintura de Tarsila do Amaral<br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-6072768021957365429?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-30596925599126733732011-10-24T09:01:00.000-07:002011-10-24T09:01:00.616-07:00Menina- mulher<br /><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_kJqTgWI1ts/TqGW6XTNFYI/AAAAAAAADcQ/RTNtOEXODfw/s1600/Menina-mulher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="283" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_kJqTgWI1ts/TqGW6XTNFYI/AAAAAAAADcQ/RTNtOEXODfw/s400/Menina-mulher.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Como no céu a clara lua</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">refletindo sua imagem na água</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">revela em sua alma que desnuda</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">singela beleza que flutua</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">na pureza de uma gota orvalhada</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mulher- menina- rosa</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">em seus encantos decantada</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">em verso e em prosa</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">musa inspiradora dos poetas</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">em belos poemas retratada</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ianê Mello</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #990000;"><br /></div><div style="color: #990000;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ouça: Nuvens são cambraias (Improviso)</span><br style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">poema: Li T’ai Po</span><br style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tradução: <a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/haroldodecampos/">Haroldo de Campos</a></span><br style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">música: Madan</span></i></div><a href="http://literapurablog.blogspot.com/">http://literapurablog.blogspot.com</a><br /><br /><br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,18,0" height="28" id="divmp3" width="325"><param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7813073-12c" /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7813073-12c" width="325" height="28" name="divmp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-3059692559912673373?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-68672536927061231332011-10-23T12:49:00.000-07:002011-10-24T12:53:22.641-07:00Sem Máscaras<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 10px;"></span><br /><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZwh2QhBPPQ/TqXBSb7H8ZI/AAAAAAAADh0/UqhvrBH3xwU/s1600/mascaras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZwh2QhBPPQ/TqXBSb7H8ZI/AAAAAAAADh0/UqhvrBH3xwU/s320/mascaras.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tire essa máscara</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">dispa-se </span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sem pudor</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">quero ver seu rosto</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">límpido e sem mácula</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Olha-me nos olhos,</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">por dentro</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que a vida passa</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">num átimo</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de segundo</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Joga fora</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">essa vergonha</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">se mostre</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">se exponha,</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">aos meus olhos</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que te despem</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Minha máscara,</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">vertida ao chão</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">se encontra</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me olha, então,</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">me vê...</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A beleza em mim </span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">se mostra</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e busca </span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">esse encontro</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">entre você e eu.</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ianê Mello</span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-6867253692706123133?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-10220013291365996992011-10-22T23:00:00.000-07:002011-10-22T10:25:41.986-07:00Bem longe do paraíso<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9tdrKDWNlK4/SwCnnVwbveI/AAAAAAAAASY/On3rsbwSbQ8/s1600/mulherserpente.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9tdrKDWNlK4/SwCnnVwbveI/AAAAAAAAASY/On3rsbwSbQ8/s640/mulherserpente.bmp" width="318" /></a></div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"><i style="color: black; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>Pintura de John Collier "Lilith"</b></i></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /><br /><b>Fina pele de serpente</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>Doce e breve fantasia </b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>que ao olhar enfeitiça</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>Arisca e arredia </b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>sinuosa ela atiça</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>Mirando a sua presa</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>com destreza e cobiça</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>Conta ser experiente</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>nessa arte da conquista</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>Com falso sorriso mente</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>seduzindo a quem avista <br /></b> </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>De sua boca escorre</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>veneno doce e mortal</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>Quem provar dele morre</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b> e para ela é banal</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>Sua vítima escolhida</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>sem prever sua manobra,</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>com os lábios num sorriso</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>é picada pela cobra</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b> Destituída de seu juízo,</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>por um momento fugaz</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>sente-se acalentada</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>e nessa paixão voraz</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>de sua vida é privada</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b> </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ianê Mello</span></b><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878560314785854460-1022001329136599699?l=labirintosdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianê Mellonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878560314785854460.post-21129115381410145542011-10-22T19:19:00.000-07:002011-10-21T08:00:27.787-07:00Gueixa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0XwV1twMr10/R9HDHV3Ae3I/AAAAAAAABJI/iWYMxt0tnSw/s1600/gueixa2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0XwV1twMr10/R9HDHV3Ae3I/AAAAAAAABJI/iWYMxt0tnSw/s400/gueixa2.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Eu queria ser uma gueixa</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">...deixa...</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Seduzir-te com minha sutileza</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Aos teus pés seria rainha</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fazendo-te crer meu senhor</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Em teu corpo doces delícias</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de mãos feitas para o amor </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te perdendo em carícias</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">te sentirias senhor</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Na verdade, quando visses,</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de mim tu dependerias </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e serias capaz de tudo</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Meu escravo tu serias</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E nessa inversão de papéis</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a regra se quebraria</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de que a mulher foi feita</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">para ao homem dar serventia</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Deixar-se vestir de gueixa</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">para ao homem iludir</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e cumprir com seu propósito </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> de como mulher existir</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div 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