<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521</id><updated>2012-01-21T20:08:42.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson Bernardo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dihelson Mendonça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117220893847799287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/Sms9DRUYKCI/AAAAAAAAKtg/KNrKRTz1h00/S220/dih3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-5601587380040892487</id><published>2011-08-29T00:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T00:29:15.694-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fotografia dos Poemas...Mosaicos e Palavras-Wilson Bernardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No tempo das palavras o sonho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vislumbra parábolas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;templo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um senhor de meias paragens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbcGVoFn3gQ/TlsCfzj7pxI/AAAAAAAABn0/8wZYdaoJz2Q/s1600/picasabackground.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbcGVoFn3gQ/TlsCfzj7pxI/AAAAAAAABn0/8wZYdaoJz2Q/s400/picasabackground.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;assombra a idade da velhice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0HP2rwNTCA/TlsE60_ICLI/AAAAAAAABn4/5TiXypthXbo/s1600/DSC_0052-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0HP2rwNTCA/TlsE60_ICLI/AAAAAAAABn4/5TiXypthXbo/s400/DSC_0052-6.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no limite de um consentimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o reino encantado de danças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o sonho confinado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no interior da fantasia dos reisados.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9UGE9tLf9_Y/TlsFGxi7o9I/AAAAAAAABn8/T1DUygt3WvM/s1600/sesc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9UGE9tLf9_Y/TlsFGxi7o9I/AAAAAAAABn8/T1DUygt3WvM/s400/sesc.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilson Bernardo(Poema &amp;amp; Fotografias)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-5601587380040892487?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/5601587380040892487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=5601587380040892487' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/5601587380040892487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/5601587380040892487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2011/08/fotografia-dos-poemasmosaicos-e.html' title='A Fotografia dos Poemas...Mosaicos e Palavras-Wilson Bernardo'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbcGVoFn3gQ/TlsCfzj7pxI/AAAAAAAABn0/8wZYdaoJz2Q/s72-c/picasabackground.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-3042731862674642939</id><published>2011-07-28T00:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T00:26:40.795-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soledad Angeu...No Encantar-Wilson Bernardo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DENTRO DA BOCA...O SUMO DA MÚSICA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Em teu semblante me desperta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;o poder que contempla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;a ingenuidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;na sabedoria de que o corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;é apenas a contemplação do espírito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4NGc2VbFhA/TjDVgCk7KSI/AAAAAAAABgg/x4exKqfVFHI/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4NGc2VbFhA/TjDVgCk7KSI/AAAAAAAABgg/x4exKqfVFHI/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saborear o suor do orvalho&lt;br /&gt;na pureza de tua pele&lt;br /&gt;confabulada no desejo de se degustar&lt;br /&gt;na fruta amadurecida no orvalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilson Bernardo(Poema &amp;amp; Fotografia)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-3042731862674642939?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/3042731862674642939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=3042731862674642939' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/3042731862674642939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/3042731862674642939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2011/07/soledad-angeuno-encantar-wilson.html' title='Soledad Angeu...No Encantar-Wilson Bernardo.'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4NGc2VbFhA/TjDVgCk7KSI/AAAAAAAABgg/x4exKqfVFHI/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-1537905326359039412</id><published>2011-07-21T16:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:49:23.847-03:00</updated><title type='text'>100 ANOS:Juazeiro do Padre Cícero do Crato...Um Poema Fotográfico-Wilson Bernardo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As mão&amp;nbsp; rachadas pelo cabo da lida a enxada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agX9pzexBOg/Tih504tFLII/AAAAAAAABfI/sc3MzI1ydHA/s1600/DSC_0162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agX9pzexBOg/Tih504tFLII/AAAAAAAABfI/sc3MzI1ydHA/s400/DSC_0162.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Os lamentos e a graça desejada,na espera que se alcança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;ao pé da estátua imóvel concretude na fé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVlOr9Vqtvg/Tih62elnU-I/AAAAAAAABfM/AN6p_riovmY/s1600/DSC_0161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVlOr9Vqtvg/Tih62elnU-I/AAAAAAAABfM/AN6p_riovmY/s400/DSC_0161.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O mundo tem a distancia das penitencias, a língua da mesma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;palavra que se faz da fé parábolas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMgfVGs6X6U/Tih7WGE12hI/AAAAAAAABfQ/L6G-QdVQRTk/s1600/DSC_0101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMgfVGs6X6U/Tih7WGE12hI/AAAAAAAABfQ/L6G-QdVQRTk/s400/DSC_0101.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O milagre tem a sabedoria das andanças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;de quem espera não se alcança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;fronteiras do imaginário,a trilha que os pés ferida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vPeLlBIGYE/Tih8LfJi2fI/AAAAAAAABfU/ykQVIvZQ7zI/s1600/DSC_00950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vPeLlBIGYE/Tih8LfJi2fI/AAAAAAAABfU/ykQVIvZQ7zI/s400/DSC_00950.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Embalagens de plástico de viagens e longas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;distancias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;o inverno determina o cumprimento das promessas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQcMEm8Jybg/Tih8nJch_hI/AAAAAAAABfY/iJOWZo6GBj0/s1600/DSC_067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQcMEm8Jybg/Tih8nJch_hI/AAAAAAAABfY/iJOWZo6GBj0/s400/DSC_067.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;a fome &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;a sede&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;bulachas de goma mascada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;o sacramento do organismo em lágrimas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIWUc8cEGlg/Tih9T2rEwSI/AAAAAAAABfc/pNcrh0xh5Ss/s1600/DSC_0204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIWUc8cEGlg/Tih9T2rEwSI/AAAAAAAABfc/pNcrh0xh5Ss/s400/DSC_0204.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O Cícero de todas as imagens e penitencias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q9Xlv6xHS3U/Tih9fkPoVsI/AAAAAAAABfg/TV2bnwKgJzQ/s1600/DSC_00141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q9Xlv6xHS3U/Tih9fkPoVsI/AAAAAAAABfg/TV2bnwKgJzQ/s400/DSC_00141.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilson Bernardo(Poemas &amp;amp; Fotografia)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-1537905326359039412?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/1537905326359039412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=1537905326359039412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/1537905326359039412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/1537905326359039412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2011/07/100-anosjuazeiro-do-padre-cicero-do.html' title='100 ANOS:Juazeiro do Padre Cícero do Crato...Um Poema Fotográfico-Wilson Bernardo.'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agX9pzexBOg/Tih504tFLII/AAAAAAAABfI/sc3MzI1ydHA/s72-c/DSC_0162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-1939866529556899060</id><published>2011-05-28T09:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T09:43:45.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleilson Ribeiro:Em Breve Lançamento de Um Grande Livro-Wilson Bernardo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dos maiores poetas do Cariri e porque não dizer do Brasil,lançara em breve um de seus grandes livros de poemas.Eu tive a felicidade de fotografar e fazer a capa do seu livro,e afirmo é com certeza um dos melhores livros de poemas que eu já li.Grande luz espiritual para um grande poeta Cleilson Ribeiro,que é Professor de literatura e compositor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do equilíbrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O equilíbrio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;a escolha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;o insulto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;como subterfúgio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;e distende seu bigode íngreme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;dentre farpas e horizontes engaiolados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sua língua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;sua sargaços contidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;na tensa vastidão da geometria do medo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z012jEEkqlo/TeDm9e6wCgI/AAAAAAAAEV0/NwF-ADlofbI/s1600/capa+livro+poesia+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z012jEEkqlo/TeDm9e6wCgI/AAAAAAAAEV0/NwF-ADlofbI/s400/capa+livro+poesia+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No estômago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;não guarda claridão alguma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;mas auspicia o remorso de um pássaro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;em repouso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;planejando derreter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;os resíduos da linguagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;dos caminhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cleilson Ribeiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotografia e capa do livro:Wilson Bernardo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-1939866529556899060?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/1939866529556899060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=1939866529556899060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/1939866529556899060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/1939866529556899060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2011/05/cleilson-ribeiroem-breve-lancamento-de.html' title='Cleilson Ribeiro:Em Breve Lançamento de Um Grande Livro-Wilson Bernardo.'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z012jEEkqlo/TeDm9e6wCgI/AAAAAAAAEV0/NwF-ADlofbI/s72-c/capa+livro+poesia+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-8803021005957517146</id><published>2011-05-14T11:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T11:07:10.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema Urbano:A Poética da Vida Besta-Wilson Bernardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OLHARES DA JANELA VIRTUAL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FbOtpwN4aaY/Tc6GQOSWzvI/AAAAAAAAETU/sIm0L1dLFfk/s1600/DSC_235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FbOtpwN4aaY/Tc6GQOSWzvI/AAAAAAAAETU/sIm0L1dLFfk/s640/DSC_235.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dentro de todas as casas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;o segredo das portas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ik6dVdDKno/Tc6GYTdVFnI/AAAAAAAAETY/Auv-HDB8Tio/s1600/DSC_236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ik6dVdDKno/Tc6GYTdVFnI/AAAAAAAAETY/Auv-HDB8Tio/s640/DSC_236.jpg" width="528" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Se faz das janelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A curiosidade da vida alheia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qjARnxe3IvU/Tc6GjCr0tfI/AAAAAAAAETc/joKoJ6_eIMU/s1600/DSC_237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qjARnxe3IvU/Tc6GjCr0tfI/AAAAAAAAETc/joKoJ6_eIMU/s640/DSC_237.jpg" width="524" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilson Bernardo(Poema &amp;amp; Fotografia)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-8803021005957517146?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/8803021005957517146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=8803021005957517146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/8803021005957517146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/8803021005957517146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2011/05/poema-urbanoa-poetica-da-vida-besta.html' title='Poema Urbano:A Poética da Vida Besta-Wilson Bernardo'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FbOtpwN4aaY/Tc6GQOSWzvI/AAAAAAAAETU/sIm0L1dLFfk/s72-c/DSC_235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-993380494838570685</id><published>2011-05-08T10:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T10:20:05.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gota Que Gato Engata os Desejos...Wilson Bernardo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;CONSELHEIRO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHmtJU68tkM/TcaT7KXIAZI/AAAAAAAABao/hWEeGa2HHSI/s1600/DSC_0168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHmtJU68tkM/TcaT7KXIAZI/AAAAAAAABao/hWEeGa2HHSI/s640/DSC_0168.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gato snobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;só toma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;mingau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;de flocos de ratos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UAARoVbWMho/TcaULCBcZYI/AAAAAAAABas/IPmC6tMYuow/s1600/DSC_0173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UAARoVbWMho/TcaULCBcZYI/AAAAAAAABas/IPmC6tMYuow/s640/DSC_0173.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilson Bernardo(Poema &amp;amp; Fotografia)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-993380494838570685?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/993380494838570685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=993380494838570685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/993380494838570685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/993380494838570685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2011/05/gota-que-gato-engata-os-desejoswilson.html' title='A Gota Que Gato Engata os Desejos...Wilson Bernardo.'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHmtJU68tkM/TcaT7KXIAZI/AAAAAAAABao/hWEeGa2HHSI/s72-c/DSC_0168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-5474675448571155692</id><published>2011-04-28T10:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:23:21.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Padre Cícero do Crato:O Milagre Que as Cartas Santificam os Bilhetes-Wilson Bernardo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; concepção materialista de um milagre se faz pela sabedoria da crença e na força da fé no que se acredita. São muitos os caminhos que se trilha pelo misticismo dos pedidos e crenças desejadas pelas agruras do sertão nordestino. Na colina do horto, são muitas materializações de um povo esperançoso pela graça e a satisfação dos seus pedidos ofertados pelo divino espírito santo, nos bilhetes e cartas enviados ao santo padre do nordeste, o Cícero Romão. As castas sociais se diversificam, e os preconceitos inexistentes, quando se quer alcançar a graça do milagre, e ai os pedidos vão desde os pessoais e de estéticas como cirurgias plásticas, como também ao que mais se deseja, que são as chuvas de um inverno de farturas. O milagre das águas, de bom inverno de mandiocas, que se faz a farinha e a hóstia, consumada em sangue, que se fez a Meca de peregrinações um sertão estiado em que as farturas estarão sempre no misticismo das imagens santificadas pela crença popular do santo romeiro Padre Cícero Romão Batista. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3dNb9Z43t0/TbcRzjVFdPI/AAAAAAAAEQM/AEMrGB4zY_0/s1600/DSC_0103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3dNb9Z43t0/TbcRzjVFdPI/AAAAAAAAEQM/AEMrGB4zY_0/s640/DSC_0103.jpg" style="height: 365px; width: 551px;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Imagem viva do Santo Padre Cícero na colina do Horto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vqfq4aR7RA/TbcR9IPQYZI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/dARAO-Vke4I/s1600/DSC_0105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vqfq4aR7RA/TbcR9IPQYZI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/dARAO-Vke4I/s640/DSC_0105.jpg" style="height: 363px; width: 548px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A urna em que os romeiros devotos,guardam os pedidos em bilhetes,para a consagração do milagre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lofu2_L0SNw/TbcSFygD1_I/AAAAAAAAEQU/DOS7gJNL0KM/s1600/DSC_0109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lofu2_L0SNw/TbcSFygD1_I/AAAAAAAAEQU/DOS7gJNL0KM/s640/DSC_0109.jpg" style="height: 360px; width: 544px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orações ao Pé da estátua do meu Padim Cíço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bEFdTFEEMHQ/TbcSWu10WiI/AAAAAAAAEQY/ldzG7fzMH9w/s1600/DSC_010601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bEFdTFEEMHQ/TbcSWu10WiI/AAAAAAAAEQY/ldzG7fzMH9w/s400/DSC_010601.jpg" style="height: 359px; width: 543px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhes de uma estátua sobrecarregada com o tempo dos cajados messiânicos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUoy86Y4CNI/TbcSfBbYciI/AAAAAAAAEQc/zhwKoz7fBEc/s1600/DSC_014005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUoy86Y4CNI/TbcSfBbYciI/AAAAAAAAEQc/zhwKoz7fBEc/s400/DSC_014005.jpg" style="height: 361px; width: 545px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O milagre da hóstia são todas as comungações na feitura do místico,sagrado e profano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4XzFmwCwaw/TbcSoOXjVmI/AAAAAAAAEQg/F7LT1VwFZRA/s1600/DSC_0540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4XzFmwCwaw/TbcSoOXjVmI/AAAAAAAAEQg/F7LT1VwFZRA/s400/DSC_0540.jpg" style="height: 360px; width: 544px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilson Bernardo (Fotografia &amp;amp; Texto)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-5474675448571155692?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/5474675448571155692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=5474675448571155692' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/5474675448571155692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/5474675448571155692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2011/04/padre-cicero-do-cratoo-milagre-que-as.html' title='Padre Cícero do Crato:O Milagre Que as Cartas Santificam os Bilhetes-Wilson Bernardo.'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3dNb9Z43t0/TbcRzjVFdPI/AAAAAAAAEQM/AEMrGB4zY_0/s72-c/DSC_0103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-1057735538762378877</id><published>2011-03-22T00:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T00:15:54.545-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poética Marginal de Wilson Bernardo...Palavras e  a sua Nudez.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;OS FELINOS DE MAO TSÉ-TUNG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-epHYqNjL3QQ/TYgPa2_BzcI/AAAAAAAAEK4/pDnSjBqyPM0/s1600/DSC_0603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-epHYqNjL3QQ/TYgPa2_BzcI/AAAAAAAAEK4/pDnSjBqyPM0/s400/DSC_0603.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;O gato não se suicidou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;não acertou foi o pulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Caiu da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;muralha&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;um&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;chinês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-arMyC07O3oI/TYgPhCZ4UzI/AAAAAAAAEK8/z-Jp64x5K1E/s1600/DSC_0145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-arMyC07O3oI/TYgPhCZ4UzI/AAAAAAAAEK8/z-Jp64x5K1E/s400/DSC_0145.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Wilson Bernardo(Poema &amp;amp; Fotografia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-1057735538762378877?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/1057735538762378877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=1057735538762378877' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/1057735538762378877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/1057735538762378877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2011/03/poetica-marginal-de-wilson.html' title='A Poética Marginal de Wilson Bernardo...Palavras e  a sua Nudez.'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-epHYqNjL3QQ/TYgPa2_BzcI/AAAAAAAAEK4/pDnSjBqyPM0/s72-c/DSC_0603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-912984013285382702</id><published>2011-03-16T07:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T07:36:19.195-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poética dos Incompletos...Wilson Bernardo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAS VERDADES DO ILUSIONISMO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos casomos e ela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca acreditou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na minha máxima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KGG2Uquo_wI/TX0Gpzf0G0I/AAAAAAAABZc/N_OLocaKtPg/s1600/DSC_1006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KGG2Uquo_wI/TX0Gpzf0G0I/AAAAAAAABZc/N_OLocaKtPg/s400/DSC_1006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de quem gosta de mentiras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é magico.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UkHA-i1Wg7w/TX0HWvzAhTI/AAAAAAAABZg/bNl7DIcVxpM/s1600/DSC_0036+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UkHA-i1Wg7w/TX0HWvzAhTI/AAAAAAAABZg/bNl7DIcVxpM/s400/DSC_0036+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INVENÇÃO DA PALAVRA DEUSES NO SEXO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulheres e poesia são todos os dias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poema e fantasia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se vestem de tardes e orgias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nOmUmRd6CbQ/TX0Hk_lG2DI/AAAAAAAABZk/ZuilyIn8hks/s1600/DSC_09910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nOmUmRd6CbQ/TX0Hk_lG2DI/AAAAAAAABZk/ZuilyIn8hks/s400/DSC_09910.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Palavras!&lt;br /&gt;Mastigadas parábolas no cio,&lt;br /&gt;o barro que se faz panelas&lt;br /&gt;é o mesmo que se molda a espécie&lt;br /&gt;Eva&lt;br /&gt;que se Adão todas as costelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson Bernardo(Poemas &amp;amp; Fotografias)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-912984013285382702?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/912984013285382702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=912984013285382702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/912984013285382702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/912984013285382702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2011/03/poetica-dos-incompletoswilson-bernardo.html' title='A Poética dos Incompletos...Wilson Bernardo.'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KGG2Uquo_wI/TX0Gpzf0G0I/AAAAAAAABZc/N_OLocaKtPg/s72-c/DSC_1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-5873058816810472046</id><published>2011-03-11T00:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:47:00.792-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As Palavras Se Alimentam de Falos...Wilson Bernardo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS PALAVRAS DO FALO EGÍPCIO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ataduras no corpo da múmia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pedra mole,tanto falo até que fura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1z5_qtq9kAM/TXmWq-f5I3I/AAAAAAAABZQ/c9JB5gwbeg8/s1600/DSC_073800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1z5_qtq9kAM/TXmWq-f5I3I/AAAAAAAABZQ/c9JB5gwbeg8/s400/DSC_073800.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Comer na mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;comer na cama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;comer no chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--y5VOBzI86k/TXmW0PUZs0I/AAAAAAAABZU/imag6-RbYYs/s1600/DSC07900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--y5VOBzI86k/TXmW0PUZs0I/AAAAAAAABZU/imag6-RbYYs/s400/DSC07900.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amanhecer com os joelhos&lt;br /&gt;em frangalho&lt;br /&gt;sangrando os amores sangrados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilson Bernardo(Poema &amp;amp; Fotografia)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-5873058816810472046?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/5873058816810472046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=5873058816810472046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/5873058816810472046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/5873058816810472046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-palavras-se-alimentam-de-faloswilson.html' title='As Palavras Se Alimentam de Falos...Wilson Bernardo.'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1z5_qtq9kAM/TXmWq-f5I3I/AAAAAAAABZQ/c9JB5gwbeg8/s72-c/DSC_073800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-2518015520052043511</id><published>2011-02-07T17:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:15:58.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Cariri Encantado de Místicas-Wilson Bernardo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O LAMENTO DAS ÁGUAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um9RBi_ENNA/TUvwKf1R07I/AAAAAAAAD_4/hmbp2NZRags/s1600/DSC_139+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um9RBi_ENNA/TUvwKf1R07I/AAAAAAAAD_4/hmbp2NZRags/s400/DSC_139+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No fundo dos teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma cacimba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lamenta a escassez de rãs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Música concebida no silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lágrimas de carne seca nos olhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que a fome alimenta mortes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wilson Bernardo (Poema &amp;amp; Fotografia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-2518015520052043511?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/2518015520052043511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=2518015520052043511' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/2518015520052043511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/2518015520052043511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-cariri-encantado-de-misticas-wilson.html' title='O Cariri Encantado de Místicas-Wilson Bernardo.'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um9RBi_ENNA/TUvwKf1R07I/AAAAAAAAD_4/hmbp2NZRags/s72-c/DSC_139+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-6980906291159730956</id><published>2011-02-07T17:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:30:03.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Pés na Baixa Rasa...Wilson Bernardo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulheres em busca de crenças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as cores que fazem o sentido da vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alegria de encontrar as virtudes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TU9bZnz2qkI/AAAAAAAABXI/a2TH_TOH-cc/s1600/DSC_0173+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TU9bZnz2qkI/AAAAAAAABXI/a2TH_TOH-cc/s640/DSC_0173+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senhoras penitentes ao som das ladainhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chuva para graça alcançada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flores invernadas no fruto doce das aves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;piqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laranjais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maracujás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A festa da crença e a fartura garantida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para os que morrem de fome e sede.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TU9b7nlx0HI/AAAAAAAABXM/vbZjEmSuXGk/s1600/DSC_175+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TU9b7nlx0HI/AAAAAAAABXM/vbZjEmSuXGk/s640/DSC_175+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;﻿Wilson Bernardo(Poema &amp;amp; Fotografia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-6980906291159730956?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/6980906291159730956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=6980906291159730956' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/6980906291159730956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/6980906291159730956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2011/02/os-pes-na-baixa-rasawilson-bernardo.html' title='Os Pés na Baixa Rasa...Wilson Bernardo.'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TU9bZnz2qkI/AAAAAAAABXI/a2TH_TOH-cc/s72-c/DSC_0173+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-9183768631130934579</id><published>2011-01-19T17:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:46:24.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sepulcro e o Paraiso no Caminhar dos Pés.</title><content type='html'>O sacramento mente as razões, que os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;da fé estimula as  distãncias o que a carne confabula&lt;br /&gt;o prazer a curta distancias na  cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUXqzt08jI/AAAAAAAABQo/Z-03CkNJ1rE/s1600/DSC02894%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 267px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563378938890482226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUXqzt08jI/AAAAAAAABQo/Z-03CkNJ1rE/s400/DSC02894%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sagrado!&lt;br /&gt;Profano!&lt;br /&gt;Confabulando o peregrino  desalento engano&lt;br /&gt;no caminhar dos pés aos desencantos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUXgljeQSI/AAAAAAAABQg/E9BWSOgg2HA/s1600/DSC04118%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 267px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563378763290263842" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUXgljeQSI/AAAAAAAABQg/E9BWSOgg2HA/s400/DSC04118%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A velhice e a pureza dos calcanhares&lt;br /&gt;na morna tarde  que inverna sensatez,&lt;br /&gt;dos olhares peregrinos em promessas&lt;br /&gt;de  amores desfeitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUXYQjHd8I/AAAAAAAABQY/6F4uNTs1DsM/s1600/DSC04505%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 267px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563378620212672450" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUXYQjHd8I/AAAAAAAABQY/6F4uNTs1DsM/s400/DSC04505%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Salobras águas ,banhadas de mares adocicados&lt;br /&gt;no  milagre da travessia dos pés descalços.&lt;br /&gt;Flutuando  na  impossibilidade do imagístico&lt;br /&gt;Pés de senhores do ilusionismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUXQeO2TZI/AAAAAAAABQQ/M9KDDLMpV2w/s1600/DSC00901%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563378486446804370" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUXQeO2TZI/AAAAAAAABQQ/M9KDDLMpV2w/s400/DSC00901%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ritos e cantares ladainhas,&lt;br /&gt;senhoras carpideiras  descalças&lt;br /&gt;pés nos caminhos de Compostela,&lt;br /&gt;colares do sepulcro   sertão dos padrinhos&lt;br /&gt;o que todo santo tem o sobrenome Jozeres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUXGOs8CZI/AAAAAAAABQI/q1Log9K2Pjk/s1600/DSC04374%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563378310479350162" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUXGOs8CZI/AAAAAAAABQI/q1Log9K2Pjk/s400/DSC04374%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enfeites de concubinas&lt;br /&gt;fronhas umedecidas do  sacramento,&lt;br /&gt;a fertilidade das frutas no sexo mordidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUW9DM-cEI/AAAAAAAABQA/9KsxhL_WpGE/s1600/DSC03524%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563378152773677122" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUW9DM-cEI/AAAAAAAABQA/9KsxhL_WpGE/s400/DSC03524%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anjos!&lt;br /&gt;Fetos!&lt;br /&gt;Orações da santa irmandade&lt;br /&gt;Purificando  o pecado no belo orgasmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUWz02kCrI/AAAAAAAABP4/cLSMUICgsGo/s1600/DSC07039%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563377994302753458" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUWz02kCrI/AAAAAAAABP4/cLSMUICgsGo/s400/DSC07039%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perigrinações agrestes de pedintes flagelos&lt;br /&gt;a fome  do espirito na carne o manifesto.&lt;br /&gt;Deitar sobre pétalas de senhoras  benzederas&lt;br /&gt;as flores nos altares desfalecidas&lt;br /&gt;na pureza do perfume  que a pele excita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUWreiNJlI/AAAAAAAABPw/HsIjgom7ZK4/s1600/DSC08509%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563377850872833618" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUWreiNJlI/AAAAAAAABPw/HsIjgom7ZK4/s400/DSC08509%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O prezer e a relva na promesssa cumprida&lt;br /&gt;caminhares  para bem distante das graças concebidas,&lt;br /&gt;amanhecer afrodite&lt;br /&gt;água  de cheiro,Maria Bonita.&lt;br /&gt;O pecado da alma nos pés,na infinitude das  distancias&lt;br /&gt;o que entre duas almas o orgasmo sera sempre&lt;br /&gt;a menor  distancia dos caminhares desejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUWi_jixnI/AAAAAAAABPo/p0v-INz8yHU/s1600/DSC08562%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563377705117992562" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUWi_jixnI/AAAAAAAABPo/p0v-INz8yHU/s400/DSC08562%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wilson Bernardo(Poema &amp;amp; Fotografia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-9183768631130934579?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/9183768631130934579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=9183768631130934579' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/9183768631130934579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/9183768631130934579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-sepulcro-e-o-paraiso-no-caminhar-dos.html' title='O Sepulcro e o Paraiso no Caminhar dos Pés.'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TTUXqzt08jI/AAAAAAAABQo/Z-03CkNJ1rE/s72-c/DSC02894%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-121915708407836515</id><published>2011-01-19T17:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:33:30.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poética Marginal de Wilson Bernardo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ORDEM&lt;/span&gt; GRAMÁTICA  DAS COISAS PEQUENAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um9RBi_ENNA/TTEpNkCrR-I/AAAAAAAADs0/6tyPCAMaoww/s1600/164870_184455714913109_100000460440431_600814_5134368_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 266px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562272327769212898" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um9RBi_ENNA/TTEpNkCrR-I/AAAAAAAADs0/6tyPCAMaoww/s400/164870_184455714913109_100000460440431_600814_5134368_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Um exército se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aproxima&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O  açucareiro desperta pela manhã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dento de um vazio  azedo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No formigueiro festejam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doces  e brigadeiros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson Bernardo(Poema &amp;amp;Fotografia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-121915708407836515?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/121915708407836515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=121915708407836515' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/121915708407836515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/121915708407836515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2011/01/poetica-marginal-de-wilson-bernardo.html' title='A Poética Marginal de Wilson Bernardo...'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Um9RBi_ENNA/TTEpNkCrR-I/AAAAAAAADs0/6tyPCAMaoww/s72-c/164870_184455714913109_100000460440431_600814_5134368_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-9198067405919451015</id><published>2010-06-12T07:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T07:25:05.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A POÉTICA DE WILSON BERNARDO...CARIRI ENCANTADO DE MISTICAS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;UMA CERCA NO CAMINHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TBNfkrxwgnI/AAAAAAAABCM/o1hkgIXYoWk/s1600/DSC01281+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481830255271379570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TBNfkrxwgnI/AAAAAAAABCM/o1hkgIXYoWk/s400/DSC01281+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Uma revolução também&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se faz com as garras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TBNfab3I7NI/AAAAAAAABCE/J7Er_HthXt0/s1600/DSC0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481830079200292050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TBNfab3I7NI/AAAAAAAABCE/J7Er_HthXt0/s400/DSC0281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Deum arame farpado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TBNfQPcbMPI/AAAAAAAABB8/8xHEAKGj7MY/s1600/DSC81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481829904068325618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TBNfQPcbMPI/AAAAAAAABB8/8xHEAKGj7MY/s400/DSC81.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que sangra a alma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos latifundiários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TBNfGb2I0FI/AAAAAAAABB0/8_nZF6uVneo/s1600/DSC081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481829735598706770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TBNfGb2I0FI/AAAAAAAABB0/8_nZF6uVneo/s400/DSC081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wilson Bernardo(Poema,Fotografia &amp;amp; Arte)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-9198067405919451015?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/9198067405919451015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=9198067405919451015' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/9198067405919451015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/9198067405919451015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2010/06/poetica-de-wilson-bernardocariri.html' title='A POÉTICA DE WILSON BERNARDO...CARIRI ENCANTADO DE MISTICAS.'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/TBNfkrxwgnI/AAAAAAAABCM/o1hkgIXYoWk/s72-c/DSC01281+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-5661433327995303042</id><published>2010-05-16T14:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:17:14.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Convite à População do Crato - Visita de José Serra Amanhã ao Crato - Por: Samuel Araripe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11001724@N06/4049556456/" title="Image12 por Dihelson Mendonça, no Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 474px; height: 329px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2760/4049556456_6b8627a5ce_o.jpg" alt="Image12" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Amanha o senador Tasso jereissati e o Pré-Candidato  José Serra estarão no Crato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"No  dia 17 de maio ( segunda-Feira ), estaremos recebendo no Crato Tênis  Clube às 18h, o nosso pré-candidato à presidente da república José Serra  e o  senador Tasso Jereissati. Eles participarão de suas experiências e  propostas para a solução dos problemas Brasileiros. Sua presença será  fundamental."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/S_AoNJBfF8I/AAAAAAAARL0/Py-8v_d7eQs/s1600/samuel+e+monica150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/S_AoNJBfF8I/AAAAAAAARL0/Py-8v_d7eQs/s400/samuel+e+monica150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471917753480714178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Samuel  Araripe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( texto enviado para publicação por  Samuel Araripe )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-5661433327995303042?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/5661433327995303042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=5661433327995303042' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/5661433327995303042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/5661433327995303042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2010/05/convite-populacao-do-crato-visita-de.html' title='Convite à População do Crato - Visita de José Serra Amanhã ao Crato - Por: Samuel Araripe'/><author><name>Dihelson Mendonça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117220893847799287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/Sms9DRUYKCI/AAAAAAAAKtg/KNrKRTz1h00/S220/dih3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/S_AoNJBfF8I/AAAAAAAARL0/Py-8v_d7eQs/s72-c/samuel+e+monica150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-4768631612570484254</id><published>2010-03-16T16:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:51:20.708-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UM TEMPLO MEDIEVAL:A Caricia e o Riso no Semblante do Fogo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/S5_frSmgIRI/AAAAAAAAA34/wRo4QzUQg7g/s1600-h/DSC0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449320008962285842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/S5_frSmgIRI/AAAAAAAAA34/wRo4QzUQg7g/s400/DSC0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Uma velha senhora de tempos concebidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na colheita de verduras...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decote&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma jovem sedução de frescura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na colheita de amores...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sensualidade do corpo não envelhece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com as rugas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O prazer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sedenta&lt;/span&gt; o doce molhado visceral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Papoulas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vaginais&lt;/span&gt;,acariciados na sede da língua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/S5_fiBr-2QI/AAAAAAAAA3w/QQ98bLOjZX4/s1600-h/DSC03252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449319849803045122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/S5_fiBr-2QI/AAAAAAAAA3w/QQ98bLOjZX4/s400/DSC03252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wilson Bernardo(Poema &amp;amp; Fotografia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-4768631612570484254?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/4768631612570484254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=4768631612570484254' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/4768631612570484254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/4768631612570484254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-templo-medievala-caricia-e-o-riso-no.html' title='UM TEMPLO MEDIEVAL:A Caricia e o Riso no Semblante do Fogo...'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/S5_frSmgIRI/AAAAAAAAA34/wRo4QzUQg7g/s72-c/DSC0353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-7255765396112497781</id><published>2010-03-16T16:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:40:09.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMA MALDITO:O Sacrilégio é a Mãe das Virtudes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/S5_dQAvAR5I/AAAAAAAAA3o/RK4uGqKCPZg/s1600-h/DSC07027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449317341286385554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 472px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/S5_dQAvAR5I/AAAAAAAAA3o/RK4uGqKCPZg/s400/DSC07027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Todas as mãos são &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sacros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando dedos indicadores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alimentam as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vaginas&lt;/span&gt; de sedentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sagradas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;falanges&lt;/span&gt; da carne santificados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson Bernardo(Poema &amp;amp; Fotografia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-7255765396112497781?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/7255765396112497781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=7255765396112497781' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/7255765396112497781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/7255765396112497781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2010/03/poema-malditoo-sacrilegio-e-mae-das.html' title='POEMA MALDITO:O Sacrilégio é a Mãe das Virtudes...'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/S5_dQAvAR5I/AAAAAAAAA3o/RK4uGqKCPZg/s72-c/DSC07027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-8905852225607888050</id><published>2009-10-17T09:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:18:44.147-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Inventário das Palavras...Wilson Bernardo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;UM PACOTE DE SANTA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a virgem que já foi&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se comércio&lt;br /&gt;de mercearia&lt;br /&gt;Bolachas Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/Stm0VfQl9CI/AAAAAAAAAag/_qhoVgpbWTA/s1600-h/DSC_057921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393540310014227490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 449px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/Stm0VfQl9CI/AAAAAAAAAag/_qhoVgpbWTA/s400/DSC_057921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;VINAGRE NA REFEIÇÃO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que de fato uma ironia&lt;br /&gt;A paixão de Cristo&lt;br /&gt;É uma crucificação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/Stmz9Yu9IiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/PXzF0k2VL3s/s1600-h/DSC_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393539895945667106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 484px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/Stmz9Yu9IiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/PXzF0k2VL3s/s400/DSC_0610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Wilson Bernardo&lt;/strong&gt;(Poemas &amp;amp; Fotografias)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-8905852225607888050?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/8905852225607888050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=8905852225607888050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/8905852225607888050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/8905852225607888050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-inventario-das-palavraswilson.html' title='O Inventário das Palavras...Wilson Bernardo!'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/Stm0VfQl9CI/AAAAAAAAAag/_qhoVgpbWTA/s72-c/DSC_057921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-3640029019637751364</id><published>2009-10-05T21:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:27:37.605-03:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMAS DE UMA NOITE DE VERÃO...Wilson Bernardo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/SsqOk0S1CjI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VjOwDZIjDkg/s1600-h/DSC_0565m,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389276667266271794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/SsqOk0S1CjI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VjOwDZIjDkg/s400/DSC_0565m,.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CÃES SEM DENTES!&lt;br /&gt;Se correr o bicho corre&lt;br /&gt;Se ficar o bicho espera.&lt;br /&gt;O cão não morde&lt;br /&gt;Dependendo da situação&lt;br /&gt;O homem também não.&lt;br /&gt;Wilson Bernardo(Poema &amp;amp; Fotografia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-3640029019637751364?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/3640029019637751364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=3640029019637751364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/3640029019637751364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/3640029019637751364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2009/10/poemas-de-uma-noite-de-veraowilson.html' title='POEMAS DE UMA NOITE DE VERÃO...Wilson Bernardo!'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/SsqOk0S1CjI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VjOwDZIjDkg/s72-c/DSC_0565m,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-4157319744053701549</id><published>2009-09-02T00:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:14:50.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BRASILANDIA...Senhoras e senhores hoje tem espetaculo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TEM SIM SENHOR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/Sp3hIYQx84I/AAAAAAAAARQ/rJTpahUEyac/s1600-h/bibi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376701064218276738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/Sp3hIYQx84I/AAAAAAAAARQ/rJTpahUEyac/s400/bibi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM PLANALTO DE GULOSEIMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O circo tem duas conchas&lt;br /&gt;invertidas&lt;br /&gt;na similar balança da&lt;br /&gt;justiça.&lt;br /&gt;Somos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eternamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caras pintadas&lt;br /&gt;e a vergonha estará sempre&lt;br /&gt;no fundo do prato&lt;br /&gt;o preço da fome.&lt;br /&gt;Wilson Bernardo(poema &amp;amp; Fotoartgrafia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-4157319744053701549?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/4157319744053701549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=4157319744053701549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/4157319744053701549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/4157319744053701549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2009/09/brasilandiasenhoras-e-senhores-hoje-tem.html' title='BRASILANDIA...Senhoras e senhores hoje tem espetaculo.'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/Sp3hIYQx84I/AAAAAAAAARQ/rJTpahUEyac/s72-c/bibi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-3982475961834259585</id><published>2009-06-05T17:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:03:04.379-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NA BOCA DO TEMPLO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/SimHd2TbVxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CeJRiXnJcOc/s1600-h/CSC_0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343951379714758418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/SimHd2TbVxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CeJRiXnJcOc/s400/CSC_0645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/SimF1H3BWEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Te2IrDtiyHw/s1600-h/DSC_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343949580541188162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/SimF1H3BWEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Te2IrDtiyHw/s400/DSC_0557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No sorriso &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;descarnado&lt;/span&gt; da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;liturgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;os deuses de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;múltiplas&lt;/span&gt; faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tripudia o semblante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;da fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;no ego e nos desejos da carne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bocas confinadas na fome dormida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de orgasmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wilson&lt;/span&gt; bernardo9poema &amp;amp; foto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-3982475961834259585?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/3982475961834259585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=3982475961834259585' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/3982475961834259585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/3982475961834259585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-boca-do-templo.html' title='NA BOCA DO TEMPLO...'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/SimHd2TbVxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CeJRiXnJcOc/s72-c/CSC_0645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-5837954795700995120</id><published>2009-06-01T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:56:04.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMINHOS DO PARAISO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/SiPaOI45fdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jAzccEN3XBo/s1600-h/DSC_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 266px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342353519430696402" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/SiPaOI45fdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jAzccEN3XBo/s400/DSC_0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A fé de quem pede&lt;br /&gt;não é a mesma de quem dá...&lt;br /&gt;Wilson Bernardo(foto e texto)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-5837954795700995120?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/5837954795700995120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=5837954795700995120' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/5837954795700995120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/5837954795700995120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2009/06/caminhos-do-paraiso.html' title='CAMINHOS DO PARAISO'/><author><name>wilson bernardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xO27bAVmi54/SiPaOI45fdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jAzccEN3XBo/s72-c/DSC_0607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-3803130152810594133</id><published>2008-12-23T15:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:12:17.757-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;INVERNO DE PARABOLAS FOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de todos os espelhos&lt;br /&gt;os desertos do mundo&lt;br /&gt;e a sede adormecida dentro&lt;br /&gt;de todas as águas consumida&lt;br /&gt;o mar&lt;br /&gt;o rio&lt;br /&gt;o barreiro&lt;br /&gt;e os açudes provinciais&lt;br /&gt;cabem em toda necessidade orgânica&lt;br /&gt;em que se espera das cheias&lt;br /&gt;o inverno e a seca&lt;br /&gt;a fome que se veste de anjos&lt;br /&gt;na candura dos fetos.&lt;br /&gt;cuspir ainda que seja uma ação&lt;br /&gt;perdida no tempo da terra&lt;br /&gt;o chão agradece o azedume do vinagre&lt;br /&gt;o que christus padece a santa ceia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson Bernardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;O REBANHO E A RESSUREIÇÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacas morrem quando comem&lt;br /&gt;mangas&lt;br /&gt;politicos chupam os olhos&lt;br /&gt;do escrupulo&lt;br /&gt;a fortuna o pasto afagos&lt;br /&gt;a indignação o protesto manga&lt;br /&gt;no caroço da fruta paradisiaca&lt;br /&gt;o boi engasga ruminância&lt;br /&gt;politicos&lt;br /&gt;bois&lt;br /&gt;compativeis ruminântes orgânicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson Bernardo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-3803130152810594133?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/3803130152810594133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=3803130152810594133' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/3803130152810594133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/3803130152810594133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2008/12/inverno-de-parabolas-fome.html' title=''/><author><name>Dihelson Mendonça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117220893847799287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/Sms9DRUYKCI/AAAAAAAAKtg/KNrKRTz1h00/S220/dih3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-4681923806977695632</id><published>2008-12-23T15:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T05:03:25.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas dedicados aos Poetas que Adoram Elogios - Wilson Bernardo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/SVEmSB_facI/AAAAAAAAHcM/Rek0wO3iU5U/s1600-h/wilson+bernardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/SVEmSB_facI/AAAAAAAAHcM/Rek0wO3iU5U/s400/wilson+bernardo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283045929096538562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;UM CAMINHÃO DE FARPAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ford carregado de fezes&lt;br /&gt;para todos os poetas.&lt;br /&gt;a renovação da vida é a formação&lt;br /&gt;do estrume&lt;br /&gt;flores de Beijing&lt;br /&gt;cogumelos de Hiroshima&lt;br /&gt;cactus de Macambira&lt;br /&gt;dormir as tardes de Terezina&lt;br /&gt;acordar com o mel,adubo das meninas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;PASTO NOS QUINTAIS URBANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio do pasto tem um boi&lt;br /&gt;comendo verduras&lt;br /&gt;e o homem estrumes enlatados.&lt;br /&gt;orgânicas fezes&lt;br /&gt;o boi adormece na engorda&lt;br /&gt;o que seres apodrecem no glúten.&lt;br /&gt;o homem tem a plena certeza&lt;br /&gt;da fome&lt;br /&gt;os bois se contemplam na ruminância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Postado a pedido do Poeta: Wilson Bernardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-4681923806977695632?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/4681923806977695632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=4681923806977695632' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/4681923806977695632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/4681923806977695632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2008/12/poemas-dedicados-aos-poetas-que-adoram.html' title='Poemas dedicados aos Poetas que Adoram Elogios - Wilson Bernardo.'/><author><name>Dihelson Mendonça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117220893847799287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/Sms9DRUYKCI/AAAAAAAAKtg/KNrKRTz1h00/S220/dih3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/SVEmSB_facI/AAAAAAAAHcM/Rek0wO3iU5U/s72-c/wilson+bernardo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-7730560712441388572</id><published>2008-10-14T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:41:02.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Acredito em Política !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-RMGhgXPj8/SPU7JKuaowI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/PZLUdpxOuWU/s1600-h/citizens_rights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-RMGhgXPj8/SPU7JKuaowI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/PZLUdpxOuWU/s400/citizens_rights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257173168708821762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ão sou do time que torce contra um governo, independentemente do partido. Acredito na política porque ela é um instrumento de mudança, um meio para melhorar o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É possível que você, como a maior parte das pessoas, veja os políticos com maus olhos. E há vários motivos pra pensar assim - eu mesma já me decepcionei. Desde os tempos do colégio, ficava indignada com a poluição, a destruição dos recursos naturais, a miséria. Achava que entrar para administração pública seria um jeito de contribuir para que essa realidade fosse diferente. Como ainda vivíamos na época da ditadura, logo concluí que não iria adiantar, pois tudo era proibido. Mas não desacreditei não. Procurei fazer o que estava ao meu alcance: passei a colaborar com ONG´s, tempos depois trabalhei na tevê e tive oportunidade de falar sobre temas de interesse social para uma audiência de 40 mil pessoas. No entanto, me frustrei novamente. Imagine só você se engajar em projetos de conscientização sobre a separação do alumínio, papel... e não ter ninguém para coletar o material. Voltei à idéia original e me candidatei a vereadora. Embora vez ou outra bata aquela sensação de que não vou dar conta, tenho um lema:&lt;br /&gt;desânimo nunca dese ser sinônimo de desistência. Além do quê, não dá para ficar esperando os outros resolverem- é mais gostoso se descobrir capaz de agir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui entra aquela história de fazer o que está ao seu alcance. E para isso não preciso disputar as próximas eleições ou virar militante. Se quer ajudar, pode começar na sua casa, na sua família, com os seus vizinhos. Digamos que seu desejo seja melhorar a educação do país. Talvez haja funcionários no seu condomínio que nem sequer completaram o 1primeiro grau. Para esclarecê-los, valeria organizar um grupo, fazer reuniões no salão do prédio e debater assuntos como mensalão, desarmamento. Não vai resolver todos os problemas deles, mas, por mais banal que pareça, fará uma diferença enorme na vida dessas pessoas. Olha, nosso poder de mudança é tão grande; No entanto, não sabemos, ou não queremos usá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem perde com essa descrença na política é a população, que chega a querer ver o barco afundar só para provar que o governo é incompetente. Ou então se recusa a colaborar. Um caso típico é o trãnsito. O sujeito passa em sinal vermelho, dirige falando ao celular, e queno é penalizado, reclama da indústria da multa. Lógico que há multas injustas - eu já recorri de algumas - , mas esse é um instrumento de segurança, e não de violência do estado contra o cidadão. Outro caso foi o referendo. Muitos consideraram perda de tempo, mas, se o governo baixasse um decreto ou elaborasse uma lei, não teria tanto debate. Isso é democracia, e eu acredito nela. Você pode discordar, por causa dos políticos desonestos. Mas, se desconfia de tudo o que as autoridades fazem, acha que todos vão roubar, ignora os bons exemplos e desiste de fazer a sua parte, aí é que o resultado não aparece mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor antídoto contra o veneno do pessimismo é conhecer os dois lados, se informar. Entrar no site da prefeitura, de uma ONG e ver os projetos em andamento pode fazer com que pare de ver só buraco na rua e enxergue a árvore brotando. Quem sabe você passa a crer, como eu, em um futuro melhor ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia Francine Marmo&lt;br /&gt;Vereadora de São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Revista Nova - Novembro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Enviado por Mônica Araripe&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-7730560712441388572?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/7730560712441388572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=7730560712441388572' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/7730560712441388572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/7730560712441388572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-acredito-em-poltica.html' title='Eu Acredito em Política !'/><author><name>Dihelson Mendonça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117220893847799287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/Sms9DRUYKCI/AAAAAAAAKtg/KNrKRTz1h00/S220/dih3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-RMGhgXPj8/SPU7JKuaowI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/PZLUdpxOuWU/s72-c/citizens_rights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-5786145935273315750</id><published>2008-07-24T15:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:30:18.312-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto Poema 2 - A MARginalidade da Fotografia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Segurar o Pau é um fetiche - Mulheres Fantoche por Wilson Bernardo, no Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28908981@N04/2699307800/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Segurar o Pau é um fetiche - Mulheres Fantoche" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2021/2699307800_94ded07b7f.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Segurar o Pau é um fetiche - Mulheres Fantoche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pau da Bandeira - Barbalha - CE - Junho/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="A Condução da Fé nas cores do OURO por Wilson Bernardo, no Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28908981@N04/2699308292/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="333" alt="A Condução da Fé nas cores do OURO" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3269/2699308292_9bfe5db0b8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Condução da Fé nas cores do OURO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pau da Bandeira - Barbalha - CE - Junho/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Palavras de Fé no Silêncio do Sino - Penitentes de Barbalha por Wilson Bernardo, no Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28908981@N04/2699307392/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="333" alt="Palavras de Fé no Silêncio do Sino - Penitentes de Barbalha" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3175/2699307392_d33dcef9a4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Palavras de Fé no Silêncio do Sino - Penitentes de Barbalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pau da Bandeira - Barbalha - CE - Junho/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="A Reflexão do Rei - Reizados Narciso por Wilson Bernardo, no Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28908981@N04/2699306986/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="A Reflexão do Rei - Reizados Narciso" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/2699306986_eda3bebdc1.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Reflexão do Rei - Reizados Narciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pau da Bandeira - Barbalha - CE - Junho/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotos: Wilson Bernardo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Direitos Reservados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-5786145935273315750?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/5786145935273315750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=5786145935273315750' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/5786145935273315750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/5786145935273315750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2008/07/foto-poema-2-marginalidade-da.html' title='Foto Poema 2 - A MARginalidade da Fotografia'/><author><name>Ruben Mousinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06726720888764815805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2021/2699307800_94ded07b7f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-6792259371980918753</id><published>2008-01-22T02:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:23:18.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia viva poesia com Wilson Bernardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFgT5C4GLyA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFgT5C4GLyA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmado por L. 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Salatiel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-6792259371980918753?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/6792259371980918753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=6792259371980918753' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/6792259371980918753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/6792259371980918753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2008/01/poesia-viva-poesia-com-wilson-bernardo.html' title='Poesia viva poesia com Wilson Bernardo'/><author><name>Dihelson Mendonça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117220893847799287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/Sms9DRUYKCI/AAAAAAAAKtg/KNrKRTz1h00/S220/dih3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-2042987995592525574</id><published>2008-01-22T02:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:06:33.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMAS DE NATAL SERTÃO DAS FOMES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/R2lPh9y5QVI/AAAAAAAABdY/QWx_JUYegYw/s1600-h/wilson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/R2lPh9y5QVI/AAAAAAAABdY/QWx_JUYegYw/s400/wilson2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145731494189810002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;POEMAS DE NATAL SERTÃO DAS FOMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A FORTUNA É UMA COMPROVAÇÃO SUICIDA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;Diante de todos os prazeres&lt;br /&gt;o homem é um inseto&lt;br /&gt;o dinheiro ao que parece não será&lt;br /&gt;das fortunas um  princípio sincero.&lt;br /&gt;o homem dentro da alma consumida em valores&lt;br /&gt;o consumo se faz nascer com os fetos o precipício.&lt;br /&gt;desconhecemos a formação dos prazeres&lt;br /&gt;diante de que o medo é uma regra humana.&lt;br /&gt;os insetos fecundam a eternidade das espécies.&lt;br /&gt;o dinheiro acelera a vunerabilidade&lt;br /&gt;de que somos bacterihumanas desnecessárias.&lt;br /&gt;morte!&lt;br /&gt;a fortuna é apenas uma ideia de quantidade&lt;br /&gt;o prazer da felicidade é bem menor do que os insetos.&lt;br /&gt;a grande revolução do homem é superar&lt;br /&gt;um desejo suicida.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wilson Bernardo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OS FETOS CONSOMEM COSMÉTICOS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Diante do espelho&lt;br /&gt;cara a cara&lt;br /&gt;com Narciso&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;cara&lt;/strong&gt;mujo se sente príncipe!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wilson Bernardo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESCASCAR FRIGORÍFICOS OSSOS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p&gt;O milagre das palavras&lt;br /&gt;é a fome das parábolas.&lt;br /&gt;o milagre dos pães&lt;br /&gt;a multiplicação dos peixes.&lt;br /&gt;e no meu sertão urbano&lt;br /&gt;as mulheres se contentam&lt;br /&gt;com a fila dos ossos.&lt;br /&gt;a carne é para quem pode&lt;br /&gt;o poder&lt;br /&gt;comer frutas com rodelas de dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;o milagre dos peixes&lt;br /&gt;a multiplicação dos pães.&lt;br /&gt;o milagre das parábolas&lt;br /&gt;é a fome das palavras.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wilson Bernardo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A MORTE É UMA FOME ORGÂNICA!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p&gt;As vacas pastam na profundeza&lt;br /&gt;das águas&lt;br /&gt;os peixes confiantes de traquéias&lt;br /&gt;esperam pacientemente os coletores de leite.&lt;br /&gt;a ruminagem dos homens comovem&lt;br /&gt;os comerciantes de mortes.&lt;br /&gt;fome!&lt;br /&gt;sede!&lt;br /&gt;aos filhos conscientes de mendicâncias&lt;br /&gt;de que o pasto e as iscas&lt;br /&gt;serão sempre necessidades orgânicas.&lt;br /&gt;a fome humana nos leva ao saciar&lt;br /&gt;desonesto de que os vegetais&lt;br /&gt;vestem as carnes de luto.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wilson Bernardo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Por: Wilson Bernardo - Poeta Marginal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Dihelson Mendonça&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-2042987995592525574?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/2042987995592525574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=2042987995592525574' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/2042987995592525574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/2042987995592525574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2008/01/poemas-de-natal-serto-das-fomes.html' title='POEMAS DE NATAL SERTÃO DAS FOMES.'/><author><name>Dihelson Mendonça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117220893847799287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/Sms9DRUYKCI/AAAAAAAAKtg/KNrKRTz1h00/S220/dih3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/R2lPh9y5QVI/AAAAAAAABdY/QWx_JUYegYw/s72-c/wilson2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-42197583552071010</id><published>2008-01-22T02:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:05:11.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos - Pachelly Jamacaru</title><content type='html'>Dois grandes momentos deste que é o mais irreverente poeta da atualidade cratense. êle que em poucas... diz muito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QIjbNxM3o0/RyPhV9Pe_rI/AAAAAAAAAds/YofgBZA-8xE/s1600-h/WB+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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poeta, professor, e nas horas vagas, repórter para o Blog do Crato Wilson Bernardo trouxe-nos este furo de reportagem, e entrevista e fez mesa redonda ( isto é, quadrada ), nas dependências do Crato Tênis Clube, com 2 personalidades importantes para a cultura do cariri. O Forrozeiro Ermano Morais, que resgata o nosso forró autêntico, verdadeira representação da cultura eminentemente nordestina, e o poeta da cidade de Barro-CE, Cleilson Ribeiro, que também estêve presente na Mostra SESC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja a entrevista de Wilson, sempre bem-humorado, e profundamente imprevisível:&lt;br /&gt;ATENÇÃO: Para ouvir, pare primeiro o player principal do Blog, senão vc irá ouvir 2 sons ao mesmo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pYuXOMgO9FE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pYuXOMgO9FE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reportagem: Wilson Bernardo&lt;br /&gt;Cinegrafista: Dihelson Mendonça&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-6085861600048600847?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/6085861600048600847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=6085861600048600847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/6085861600048600847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/6085861600048600847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2008/01/wilson-bernardo-entrevista-ermano.html' title='Wilson Bernardo entrevista Ermano Moraes e Cleilson Ribeiro'/><author><name>Dihelson Mendonça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117220893847799287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/Sms9DRUYKCI/AAAAAAAAKtg/KNrKRTz1h00/S220/dih3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-1736844810888208486</id><published>2008-01-22T02:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:26:20.892-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Café Literário - Com Wilson Bernardo, João Nicodemos, Ulisses, Ruben Mousinho e Dihelson Mendonça</title><content type='html'>Café Literário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com: João Nicodemos, Wilson bernardo, Ulisses, Ruben Mousinho e Dihelson Mendonça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte 01:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ae7O5Wev0l4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ae7O5Wev0l4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte 02:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sYMCpT3tWEI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sYMCpT3tWEI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte 03:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lIH7GOkbPds&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lIH7GOkbPds&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="fvd_ytl" name="lIH7GOkbPds&amp;amp;rel=1" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produção, edição: Dihelson Mendonça&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-1736844810888208486?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/1736844810888208486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=1736844810888208486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/1736844810888208486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/1736844810888208486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2008/01/caf-literrio-com-wilson-bernardo-joo.html' title='Café Literário - Com Wilson Bernardo, João Nicodemos, Ulisses, Ruben Mousinho e Dihelson Mendonça'/><author><name>Dihelson Mendonça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117220893847799287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/Sms9DRUYKCI/AAAAAAAAKtg/KNrKRTz1h00/S220/dih3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-4662070622201399826</id><published>2008-01-22T01:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:59:45.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson Bernardo - Capitalismo Marxista II - O Retorno</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.atributosurbanos.es/images/fotos/villa-miseria2_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.atributosurbanos.es/images/fotos/villa-miseria2_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hipocrisia nos faz negar a grande lata de conserva de consumo que é a geladeira. A arte tem funções de multiplicidade, no sentido de que a sua universalização requer sim a polemização, que se faz necessária, seja na literatura, no discurso, ou nas idéias contundentes. Por isso, nem sempre aceitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hipocrisia humana se diverte nos conceitos puritanos e esquecem de que o vaso sanitário vos esperam sorridentes. Falar em merda ou não, seria aceitar ou não, de que são necessidades igualitárias que nos colocam no mesmo padrão sócio-econômico. Até porque, é a única ação humana que nos tornam iguais socialmente: - - defecando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bil Gates sabe fazer dinheiro, mas não constrói poemas, o que organicamente nos remete à igualdade na condição de humanos seres desumanos. A velha esquerda, seja em Cuba ou qualquer outra província, se mantêm sim ideologicamente pautada em antigos conceitos de socialização dos bens, assim como a igreja apost(a)olica romana, que tem discursos homilíacos da divisão dos bens, e a mesma não as faz, e te convence sadicamente de que tu é quem deverias dividir o pouco que seja com a plebe, ilhada nas obrigações da fé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esquerda quer HILUX sim, e charutos Cubanos e se manter no ideologismo retórico de emancipações de políticas sociais. A revolução russa é uma grande farsa, que manteve as elites da esquerda no patamar dos consumidores de caviar. Moral da história...Ao contrário do Klemlin, que não nega suas cores de guerra, a casa branca não tem nada de branca paz. Na essência, no Brasil tivemos insurreições como canudos e caldeirão que se caracterizaram muito mais como revoluções sociais do que a própria revolução russa. Preconceituosos senhores de idéias pré-elaboradas, com certeza copiadas em jargões sem nenhuma semântica moral e criativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero afirmar sim que santo de casa obra milagres (obra no sentido de obrar: defecar )e o cariri tem muitos intelectuais que não são ouvidos ou cultuados, o que essas pessoas preferem absorver como absorventes vaginais e filtrar a mesmice dos consumidos intelectuais da mídia elitista e jabariana de produtores capengas. Caetano, Gil e tantos outros nem sempre falam e produzem pérolas, mas o que fazem dita regras, e são deglutidas. Pois se fartem, degustadores de enlatados na geração fastfooda-se. Nossa província é o começo do mundo, a China é que é o fim do mundo. Nossa gente merece muito mais, e quando escrevo e faço arte, faço para o povo e as periferias, e não para as elites. A poesia marginal e a arte marginal, nasce ainda feto nos guetos sociais. Ao falar no rio grangeiro, o nosso canal, uma cidade moderna começa sim pela sua revitalização, e a recuperação sumária de tantos outros problemas concebidos pela sua má gestão e a falta de canalização dos esgotos. Não me é ofensivo o fato de me rotularem de como humorista e bêbado,até porque, antes de tudo o humor tem que ser inteligente, e muitos sóbrios não tem a capacidade de raciocínio lógico, e com isto os livros tornam-se para tais, uma grande incógnita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só se aprende a ler lendo, e a escrever, escrevendo. Pra essas pessoas agradeço e aceito as opiniões contrárias, minha arte não é obvia como tantas, ela é intrínseca à racionalidade irracional, o que na verdade o ser humano na sua prepotência habitual é a mais irracional e selvagem de todas as espécies. Vai aqui um recado sincero para tais opositores do novo capitalismo marxista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APENAS UMA TEORIA.&lt;br /&gt;O que Freud complica&lt;br /&gt;Uma transa explica.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer amor e se encontrar nos orgasmos é uma forma e uma maneira de se encontrar consigo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços, camarada velho mago dos teclados, e obrigado pela defesa prévia, senhor rábula Draconiano dos Olímpios campos gregos. Se vocês não entendem isto, o pai dos sábios vos esperam saudosos na velha resolução dos fatos não conhecidos, o tão antigo e irmão dicionário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMEDORES DE BATATAS!&lt;br /&gt;A filosofia é inimiga&lt;br /&gt;Da geração chip&lt;br /&gt;Operadora  GSM&lt;br /&gt;Fastfood&lt;br /&gt;McDonald´s&lt;br /&gt;Batatas fritas&lt;br /&gt;Que&lt;br /&gt;USA&lt;br /&gt;A ganância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson Bernardo - Poeta Marginal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Por: Wilson Bernardo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-4662070622201399826?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/4662070622201399826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=4662070622201399826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/4662070622201399826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/4662070622201399826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2008/01/wilson-bernardo-capitalismo-marxista-ii.html' title='Wilson Bernardo - Capitalismo Marxista II - O Retorno'/><author><name>Dihelson Mendonça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117220893847799287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/Sms9DRUYKCI/AAAAAAAAKtg/KNrKRTz1h00/S220/dih3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-2927696579068263367</id><published>2008-01-22T01:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:57:47.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Missa de Sétimo Dia - Wilson Bernardo</title><content type='html'>Clique na foto para ampliar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/R4F23Ny5Q6I/AAAAAAAABjM/paYu484rfBI/s1600-h/Wilson+Bernardo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/R4F23Ny5Q6I/AAAAAAAABjM/paYu484rfBI/s400/Wilson+Bernardo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152530139656569762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Por: Dihelson Mendonça&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-2927696579068263367?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/2927696579068263367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=2927696579068263367' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/2927696579068263367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/2927696579068263367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2008/01/missa-de-stimo-dia-wilson-bernardo.html' title='Missa de Sétimo Dia - Wilson Bernardo'/><author><name>Dihelson Mendonça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117220893847799287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/Sms9DRUYKCI/AAAAAAAAKtg/KNrKRTz1h00/S220/dih3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/R4F23Ny5Q6I/AAAAAAAABjM/paYu484rfBI/s72-c/Wilson+Bernardo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-6641560590937885799</id><published>2008-01-22T01:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:29:58.739-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Que Wilson Realmente Disse !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uando da entrevista de Wilson Bernardo sobre o Capitalismo Marxista, muita gente reclamou no Blog do crato que não conseguiu entender as suas palavras. Acusaram-no de humorista, de tapeador das palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que na entrevista o Wilson Bernardo se saiu como um humorista ( E isso exige inteligência para fazer tal tipo de humor ), mas depois, ele explicou bem o que quis dizer realmente, e que eu concordo sumariamente, pena que a câmera já estava desligada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Caso é o seguinte, quando Wilson fala de Capitalismo Marxista, ele faz uma crítica ao sistema, colocando a geladeira como o símbolo do capitalismo, que incentiva o consumo sem limites na sociedade moderna. Para a sociedade de consumo, não importa o que você é, mas o seu poder aquisitivo. Para o sistema, mais vale um pobre que tem dinheiro para gastar, do que um rico abastado que não quer comprar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vc não vale mais o que vc possui. Vc vale o quanto vc pode Consumir, gastar com algo. A geladeira se tornou o termômetro da família. Se a geladeira está cheia, sortida, aquela família vai bem, por isso, todos detestam ver uma geladeira com apenas água gelando. A geladeira foi feita para conservar o alimento e não apenas para gelar água, que é o que acontece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí, a crítica a um sistema que incentiva as pessoas a um consumo irrefreado, e ao mesmo tempo, priva-os de preencher esses espaços. As pessoas vivem apenas do sonho de consumo, vivendo uma utopia de ver a geladeira sortida, o carro do ano, a casa reformada para as festas natalinas. E os outros, ao verem isso, acham que o "fulano-de-tal" vai bem de vida e quer seguir o mesmo padrão copiando o modelo de uma socidade uniformizada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, as pessoas vivem numa MATRIX, numa ilusão de marionetes que os chefes do sistema construíram e mantêm a todo custo. Ao mesmo tempo em que vendem o sonho de uma sociedade abastada e feliz, priva o indivíduo desses mesmos bens de consumo, vendendo a idéia de um mundo social, comunitário, onde formamos uma imensa comunidade de partilhar as mesmas utopias de distribuição de uma riqueza e fartura que só existe na cabeça dos marqueteiros que se locupletam vendendo um sonho de liberdade aos seus prisioneiros do sistema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o pinguim vai sempre brigar com o gêlo da geladeira, porque não há outra coisa pra se consumir, e com o degêlo de uma sociedade alienada, que se desagrega, se derrete como uma engrenagem nefasta se desgasta a partir do seu próprio mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que eu tenha traduzido o que o Wilson falou dessa vêz, e que todos possam ter compreendido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson é antes de tudo, um poeta. Ele não diz as coisas com todas as palavras, ele joga-as no ar pra quem puder captar. Ele brinca com as palavras e quem não o conhece, no princípio vai estranhar muito mesmo... mas é uma figuuuuuuuraa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dihelson Mendonça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-6641560590937885799?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/6641560590937885799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=6641560590937885799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/6641560590937885799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/6641560590937885799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-que-wilson-realmente-disse.html' title='O Que Wilson Realmente Disse !'/><author><name>Dihelson Mendonça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117220893847799287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/Sms9DRUYKCI/AAAAAAAAKtg/KNrKRTz1h00/S220/dih3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-1846220684188605334</id><published>2008-01-22T01:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:26:21.841-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Capitalismo Marxista de Wilson Bernardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/R1MGf8kIB9I/AAAAAAAABQo/FTEBB-_E6vc/s1600-R/350px-Karl_Marx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/R1MGf8kIB9I/AAAAAAAABQo/T5M_jouYbZs/s400/350px-Karl_Marx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139458745663227858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/R1MD5MkIB8I/AAAAAAAABQg/mnNfqfMXw9s/s1600-R/IMG_5472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/R1MD5MkIB8I/AAAAAAAABQg/A_f8hWnWalI/s400/IMG_5472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139455880920041410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que seria o Capitalismo Marxista?&lt;br /&gt;O pensador, poeta, artista plástico, professor e grande contestador da Sociedade de Consumo, Wilson Bernardo explica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja o vídeo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cWNtjbtGRXU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cWNtjbtGRXU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sua internet não é banda larga, ouça pelo menos o áudio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="&amp;amp;valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.instrumentalbrasil.com/mp3/capitalismo.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" wmode="transparent" height="52" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, se vc não tem nem internet banda larga, nem linha discada, vai tratar de se conectar ao mundo !  rs rs rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-1846220684188605334?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/1846220684188605334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=1846220684188605334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/1846220684188605334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/1846220684188605334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-capitalismo-marxista-de-wilson.html' title='O Capitalismo Marxista de Wilson Bernardo'/><author><name>Dihelson Mendonça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117220893847799287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/Sms9DRUYKCI/AAAAAAAAKtg/KNrKRTz1h00/S220/dih3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/R1MGf8kIB9I/AAAAAAAABQo/T5M_jouYbZs/s72-c/350px-Karl_Marx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-6480964788468427034</id><published>2008-01-22T01:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:20:16.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem-Vindo ao Blog de Wilson Bernardo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/R5Vu09y5RpI/AAAAAAAABpA/4h7i4u_91ac/s1600-h/wilson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/R5Vu09y5RpI/AAAAAAAABpA/4h7i4u_91ac/s400/wilson2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158150804443055762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá, Amigos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é meu pequeno presente a esse que considero um dos mais geniais poetas da nova geração da cidade de Crato: o polêmico Wilson Bernardo. Aqui, traremos inúmeros poemas do Wilson, entrevistas e fatos curiosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson, taí meu presente pra você, amigo!&lt;br /&gt;Acima: Foto de Wilson Bernardo por Dihelson Mendonça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dihelson Mendonça&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110423094892274521-6480964788468427034?l=wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/feeds/6480964788468427034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3110423094892274521&amp;postID=6480964788468427034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/6480964788468427034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110423094892274521/posts/default/6480964788468427034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wbpoemapostal.blogspot.com/2008/01/bem-vindo-ao-blog-de-wilson-bernardo.html' title='Bem-Vindo ao Blog de Wilson Bernardo !'/><author><name>Dihelson Mendonça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117220893847799287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/Sms9DRUYKCI/AAAAAAAAKtg/KNrKRTz1h00/S220/dih3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WY3qKeZY6L0/R5Vu09y5RpI/AAAAAAAABpA/4h7i4u_91ac/s72-c/wilson2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
