tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31104230948922745212024-03-20T05:22:52.267-03:00Wilson BernardoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-23426887039993848172012-06-13T00:33:00.004-03:002012-06-13T00:33:53.108-03:00DENTRO DO SERTÃO AS PALAVRAS TEM FOME...<br />
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O PRAZER E O SAL NA CARNE SECA!</div>
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O sertão se desmancha</div>
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RIO+20 É AQUI NO KARIRI CEARÁ BRASIL...<br />
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<br />wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-8409756812097382052012-02-16T22:42:00.000-03:002012-02-16T22:42:25.463-03:00Poemas de Wilson Bernardo em Palavras Visuais...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>O amor é uma mistura</b><br />
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Wilson Bernardo(Poema & Fotografia)wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-56015873800408924872011-08-29T00:29:00.000-03:002011-08-29T00:29:15.694-03:00A Fotografia dos Poemas...Mosaicos e Palavras-Wilson Bernardo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>No tempo das palavras o sonho</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>vislumbra parábolas</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>templo</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>um senhor de meias paragens</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUoH9SSE6FGmtfmDNiQKvm_DMmOSzPDGeovCImYvO02V8rRie3strROLXxkgMFTR6G2x0_Y2ry_mlO1VsYNJZTAC_RVJVeYg_64VP4r2fvJXtA82RktREN9I9EmTz5eVM2dIy6AQGdmN0w/s1600/picasabackground.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: justify;"><strong>DENTRO DA BOCA...O SUMO DA MÚSICA!</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Em teu semblante me desperta</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">o poder que contempla</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">a ingenuidade</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">na sabedoria de que o corpo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">é apenas a contemplação do espírito.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZULJeonGlhmaBcabzd1-vB8M49LLkZYduBgAEF8O9Q5Xw_sv9tPZkh7HugH3G2jobVwSR05O64u9w-VAZx7poYcrXtXuxmth-U2CHWdIIjcVH-LLF_q9ITb90Np83YBYafgY6HfI8sKr/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZULJeonGlhmaBcabzd1-vB8M49LLkZYduBgAEF8O9Q5Xw_sv9tPZkh7HugH3G2jobVwSR05O64u9w-VAZx7poYcrXtXuxmth-U2CHWdIIjcVH-LLF_q9ITb90Np83YBYafgY6HfI8sKr/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div>Saborear o suor do orvalho<br />
na pureza de tua pele<br />
confabulada no desejo de se degustar<br />
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<strong>Wilson Bernardo(Poema & Fotografia)</strong>wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-15379053263590394122011-07-21T16:46:00.001-03:002011-07-21T16:49:23.847-03:00100 ANOS:Juazeiro do Padre Cícero do Crato...Um Poema Fotográfico-Wilson Bernardo.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">As mão rachadas pelo cabo da lida a enxada</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFdqs-G_sGibpIbheLZWCL7cp2zsDyb8QsUogc8U8DDw6X5MIWMlbGATlDridJ1znQ4IbbJVmvT3st1VDvCvByc6dI8tH0OvNOD1Eg8Ue-uUgT4z4MA1mThLmidnJ7WFha294N7_wfpP5E/s1600/DSC_0162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFdqs-G_sGibpIbheLZWCL7cp2zsDyb8QsUogc8U8DDw6X5MIWMlbGATlDridJ1znQ4IbbJVmvT3st1VDvCvByc6dI8tH0OvNOD1Eg8Ue-uUgT4z4MA1mThLmidnJ7WFha294N7_wfpP5E/s400/DSC_0162.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: justify;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">O equilíbrio</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">a escolha</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">o insulto</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">como subterfúgio,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">e distende seu bigode íngreme</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">dentre farpas e horizontes engaiolados.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Sua língua</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">sua sargaços contidos</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">na tensa vastidão da geometria do medo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcCARGEGdDMdKec7DJ-3rUIT38BYh1EVvs5e7S4M1ND5kN7vqGZQa5sMVVsYnUfhZiokMbKcTwVD2hAUd8i44anS02oKUmQuOj0cbAatHtKoEEeMqN2vGjae4hcVXSmelfCOpfdWyTS9X6/s1600/capa+livro+poesia+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcCARGEGdDMdKec7DJ-3rUIT38BYh1EVvs5e7S4M1ND5kN7vqGZQa5sMVVsYnUfhZiokMbKcTwVD2hAUd8i44anS02oKUmQuOj0cbAatHtKoEEeMqN2vGjae4hcVXSmelfCOpfdWyTS9X6/s400/capa+livro+poesia+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> No estômago,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">não guarda claridão alguma,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">mas auspicia o remorso de um pássaro</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">em repouso,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">planejando derreter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">os resíduos da linguagem</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">dos caminhos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>Cleilson Ribeiro</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Fotografia e capa do livro:Wilson Bernardo </strong></span></div>wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-88030210059575171462011-05-14T11:07:00.002-03:002011-05-14T11:07:10.890-03:00Poema Urbano:A Poética da Vida Besta-Wilson Bernardo<div class="post-body entry-content"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">OLHARES DA JANELA VIRTUAL...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1oo5EwU1SZyr2clZsD1uYtNOgWRoWdjR0ZkvXRlcdsfErwESWDT2b0_W09Mlr1xMoTr-ygACVuMJ5JIfb6t5M-TyaretpZ6FDT_Kaxn1lnbKyWFFKeJvn9MwVS4EYxnC9AUCfMW2tb18/s1600/DSC_235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1oo5EwU1SZyr2clZsD1uYtNOgWRoWdjR0ZkvXRlcdsfErwESWDT2b0_W09Mlr1xMoTr-ygACVuMJ5JIfb6t5M-TyaretpZ6FDT_Kaxn1lnbKyWFFKeJvn9MwVS4EYxnC9AUCfMW2tb18/s640/DSC_235.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">Dentro de todas as casas</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">o segredo das portas</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBare7-bHbfczQ1-T6YZrIW7sC6DVIFH70KdR5Du7WyGMtSF6BgZXLEYMYygG48kYySQGNOhAKj-w2Y0LNPLSerjwGsG4cKp-VG3AVCTA9czUms9cCs0Or73p8UtiRmaLsArrUo2oF7RPS/s1600/DSC_236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBare7-bHbfczQ1-T6YZrIW7sC6DVIFH70KdR5Du7WyGMtSF6BgZXLEYMYygG48kYySQGNOhAKj-w2Y0LNPLSerjwGsG4cKp-VG3AVCTA9czUms9cCs0Or73p8UtiRmaLsArrUo2oF7RPS/s640/DSC_236.jpg" width="528" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">Se faz das janelas</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">A curiosidade da vida alheia</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Fx8k9ysA7KSrqu-avlDPdg261jm3TEK7kk71bZp4fo00CbgQvRoqORws5LrySvAawSp_R6EQmi4tqZz1lh3uq-QueMMlacewagWKt1neWVb_0NEATK1VOF63ypPX457m3gu6GdDMYkTa/s1600/DSC_237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Fx8k9ysA7KSrqu-avlDPdg261jm3TEK7kk71bZp4fo00CbgQvRoqORws5LrySvAawSp_R6EQmi4tqZz1lh3uq-QueMMlacewagWKt1neWVb_0NEATK1VOF63ypPX457m3gu6GdDMYkTa/s640/DSC_237.jpg" width="524" /></a></div><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Wilson Bernardo(Poema & Fotografia)</strong></span> </div>wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-9933804948385706852011-05-08T10:20:00.002-03:002011-05-08T10:20:05.788-03:00A Gota Que Gato Engata os Desejos...Wilson Bernardo.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">CONSELHEIRO.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdRPtZS15cMXldLHsoPb0PVaoi8P-0KcDZgBzk5nmROSyHoAeJAg46vtjWTs3SYkCbXFdxk5_0X-F8stQ3IfOPZSa0qu_BfAsVkrL7-CoNuWdpM910lDYJegXzV3fCvvg7hIPm2gg9jfks/s1600/DSC_0168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdRPtZS15cMXldLHsoPb0PVaoi8P-0KcDZgBzk5nmROSyHoAeJAg46vtjWTs3SYkCbXFdxk5_0X-F8stQ3IfOPZSa0qu_BfAsVkrL7-CoNuWdpM910lDYJegXzV3fCvvg7hIPm2gg9jfks/s640/DSC_0168.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">Gato snobe</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">só toma</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">mingau</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">de flocos de ratos</span></strong>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgUjAdrPI1bHP2NMlgNLzUjB-M9IFHq8KC5c07K82a2jxJBXeXp23YrRFVEyr_t5vT2Mhn7ZKAwOqPZFQAMOSrkbz6jIIUdSbqTZ6RvECf0ZmPAUhXLeBY-A_Qn77_JguPxVl25cP4QL3p/s1600/DSC_0173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgUjAdrPI1bHP2NMlgNLzUjB-M9IFHq8KC5c07K82a2jxJBXeXp23YrRFVEyr_t5vT2Mhn7ZKAwOqPZFQAMOSrkbz6jIIUdSbqTZ6RvECf0ZmPAUhXLeBY-A_Qn77_JguPxVl25cP4QL3p/s640/DSC_0173.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><span style="color: orange;"><strong>Wilson Bernardo(Poema & Fotografia)</strong></span>wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-54746754485711556922011-04-28T10:23:00.000-03:002011-04-28T10:23:21.500-03:00Padre Cícero do Crato:O Milagre Que as Cartas Santificam os Bilhetes-Wilson Bernardo.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #000099; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">A</span> 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. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78yEoLJYjSFNeCDvhOwZikJalD_bcYsJFHNiKTcwZnHfO-2wYiOlL8U2B3tIdixRg_K8MvOWhU5Tzv-0VIIOSMdIn4lVJ6PxnfUu35ERGDmcjVaTEJLiAjPhZgqf6dDrejRg8H8CRHeaY/s1600/DSC_0103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78yEoLJYjSFNeCDvhOwZikJalD_bcYsJFHNiKTcwZnHfO-2wYiOlL8U2B3tIdixRg_K8MvOWhU5Tzv-0VIIOSMdIn4lVJ6PxnfUu35ERGDmcjVaTEJLiAjPhZgqf6dDrejRg8H8CRHeaY/s640/DSC_0103.jpg" style="height: 365px; width: 551px;" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Imagem viva do Santo Padre Cícero na colina do Horto</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1qcueT8S_C3PY3-BwQ_YXxmNqKkYn3uU9bKOyf9j_CCUgewMEWPkY3PgpG_WzTRhZhojtfZN-CTtQqoBDkW00zvZ2nPROh2cleQaF9_nmxUnM5_VbySyaaYDpZQ0-34CErv2i0Pc-ug0F/s1600/DSC_0105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1qcueT8S_C3PY3-BwQ_YXxmNqKkYn3uU9bKOyf9j_CCUgewMEWPkY3PgpG_WzTRhZhojtfZN-CTtQqoBDkW00zvZ2nPROh2cleQaF9_nmxUnM5_VbySyaaYDpZQ0-34CErv2i0Pc-ug0F/s640/DSC_0105.jpg" style="height: 363px; width: 548px;" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A urna em que os romeiros devotos,guardam os pedidos em bilhetes,para a consagração do milagre</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ktzx4BK9FfkpWWOkzJL7sp_lYWvrtLz0xxcOWe3LJfkRk1_lmujQFGegH1fDVQdM7C9WFM0HwI-LajP6oMdIFA93jZCBzACthy_kZrTQdxdjntmQE6I_9CSu0CyF_wopH6IMe-xKne4I/s1600/DSC_0109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ktzx4BK9FfkpWWOkzJL7sp_lYWvrtLz0xxcOWe3LJfkRk1_lmujQFGegH1fDVQdM7C9WFM0HwI-LajP6oMdIFA93jZCBzACthy_kZrTQdxdjntmQE6I_9CSu0CyF_wopH6IMe-xKne4I/s640/DSC_0109.jpg" style="height: 360px; width: 544px;" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
Orações ao Pé da estátua do meu Padim Cíço<br />
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Detalhes de uma estátua sobrecarregada com o tempo dos cajados messiânicos<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Wilson Bernardo (Fotografia & Texto)</strong></span></div>wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-10577355387623788772011-03-22T00:25:00.004-03:002011-04-18T00:15:54.545-03:00A Poética Marginal de Wilson Bernardo...Palavras e a sua Nudez.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: orange;">OS FELINOS DE MAO TSÉ-TUNG.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikcbcJR2681f5Lk8dLv4_V9KRIcNwpl0iQGOKrrYiZlOWHmrAeKpm3ja96GiUWD7mCJr0I9F2sftYjI0Ymqsuxpyolchfl_pc5af4dNUZn93jrWRAhYwt3x8DwnIZudFzW6bSVClUBNKgM/s1600/DSC_0603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikcbcJR2681f5Lk8dLv4_V9KRIcNwpl0iQGOKrrYiZlOWHmrAeKpm3ja96GiUWD7mCJr0I9F2sftYjI0Ymqsuxpyolchfl_pc5af4dNUZn93jrWRAhYwt3x8DwnIZudFzW6bSVClUBNKgM/s400/DSC_0603.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">O gato não se suicidou</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">ele</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">não acertou foi o pulo.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Caiu da</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">muralha que era</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">um mundo</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">de </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">muro</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">chinês.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPagpckOFWMqYsBUdMHgQizF9vAKQchfSdqni0jQYyBaTNfDd8WBbLJJ7GcCJsIjbo6xh1Om4Q9pduUVUOLSFAAMwhoyS2A2f7FLylBmlnc6ZYdezYLQ1UQa1Xtp1d6bluXe8rd-WbVFiE/s1600/DSC_0145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPagpckOFWMqYsBUdMHgQizF9vAKQchfSdqni0jQYyBaTNfDd8WBbLJJ7GcCJsIjbo6xh1Om4Q9pduUVUOLSFAAMwhoyS2A2f7FLylBmlnc6ZYdezYLQ1UQa1Xtp1d6bluXe8rd-WbVFiE/s400/DSC_0145.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><strong><span style="color: orange;">Wilson Bernardo(Poema & Fotografia)</span></strong>wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-9129840132853827022011-03-16T07:36:00.000-03:002011-03-16T07:36:19.195-03:00A Poética dos Incompletos...Wilson Bernardo.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>DAS VERDADES DO ILUSIONISMO.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>Nos casomos e ela</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>nunca acreditou</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>na minha máxima</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Mastigadas parábolas no cio,<br />
o barro que se faz panelas<br />
é o mesmo que se molda a espécie<br />
Eva<br />
que se Adão todas as costelas.<br />
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Wilson Bernardo(Poemas & Fotografias)wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-58730588168104720462011-03-11T00:44:00.001-03:002011-03-11T00:47:00.792-03:00As Palavras Se Alimentam de Falos...Wilson Bernardo.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>AS PALAVRAS DO FALO EGÍPCIO!</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Ataduras no corpo da múmia</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Pedra mole,tanto falo até que fura.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLiC89-d8WcivILdM7IiTlxIxySHnRBhNj0e_osLRxnF9JWaw8NS94rHKU7zfhNgpVlnS8YvOs7dgiTUV1kOJ3-okgxbpYiTb1Lbq1OkxC8Sdb09VSSguBCQM6JCv_zozfNFRA5Zjsq6w/s1600/DSC_073800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLiC89-d8WcivILdM7IiTlxIxySHnRBhNj0e_osLRxnF9JWaw8NS94rHKU7zfhNgpVlnS8YvOs7dgiTUV1kOJ3-okgxbpYiTb1Lbq1OkxC8Sdb09VSSguBCQM6JCv_zozfNFRA5Zjsq6w/s400/DSC_073800.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Comer na mão</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">comer na cama</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">comer no chão.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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em frangalho<br />
sangrando os amores sangrados.<br />
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<strong>Wilson Bernardo(Poema & Fotografia)</strong>wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-25180155200520435112011-02-07T17:43:00.001-03:002011-02-17T00:15:58.099-03:00O Cariri Encantado de Místicas-Wilson Bernardo.<span style="font-weight: bold;">O LAMENTO DAS ÁGUAS.</span><br />
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<div style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">No fundo dos teus olhos</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Uma cacimba</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lamenta a escassez de rãs.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Música concebida no silêncio</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lágrimas de carne seca nos olhares</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Que a fome alimenta mortes.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wilson Bernardo (Poema & Fotografia)</span></div></div>wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-69809062911597309562011-02-07T17:30:00.000-03:002011-02-07T17:30:03.023-03:00Os Pés na Baixa Rasa...Wilson Bernardo.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>Mulheres em busca de crenças</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>as cores que fazem o sentido da vida</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>alegria de encontrar as virtudes</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjy3nMwHl9qkRngRGoOAB0cyKcYo4xGdFlBKoJDL0JlQ74YyVLrtNYSuRKjvlbJ7edBaVyZRb78mwXFwm095rpMtvr6lukal3XAEpfbqXuOIrQAjtuRQgehCofo3Z3ZSfIyVfdCT6ljWma/s1600/DSC_0173+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjy3nMwHl9qkRngRGoOAB0cyKcYo4xGdFlBKoJDL0JlQ74YyVLrtNYSuRKjvlbJ7edBaVyZRb78mwXFwm095rpMtvr6lukal3XAEpfbqXuOIrQAjtuRQgehCofo3Z3ZSfIyVfdCT6ljWma/s640/DSC_0173+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>Senhoras penitentes ao som das ladainhas</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>chuva para graça alcançada</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>flores invernadas no fruto doce das aves</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>piqui</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>laranjais </strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>maracujás</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>A festa da crença e a fartura garantida</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>para os que morrem de fome e sede.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_NtdTNf8_dzvBUZUxsJnZk9i2hxI_q_q9PwKeYSBl691GeFHxCH6mSa65O22xTY7AGklh54pHlbusx3lB7v596J0_BpjiCfreBOc6pmbehQnC75LZnwmX9VIlgzPNlTEtkZdIKeUy93zJ/s1600/DSC_175+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_NtdTNf8_dzvBUZUxsJnZk9i2hxI_q_q9PwKeYSBl691GeFHxCH6mSa65O22xTY7AGklh54pHlbusx3lB7v596J0_BpjiCfreBOc6pmbehQnC75LZnwmX9VIlgzPNlTEtkZdIKeUy93zJ/s640/DSC_175+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color: red;">Wilson Bernardo(Poema & Fotografia)</span></strong></div>wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-91837686311309345792011-01-19T17:42:00.002-03:002011-01-19T17:46:24.929-03:00O Sepulcro e o Paraiso no Caminhar dos Pés.O sacramento mente as razões, que os caminhos<br />da fé estimula as distãncias o que a carne confabula<br />o prazer a curta distancias na cama.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpXzzLy23oYWK8oGB9xh8yipF66D_7FTTHHsJtj1B1wZ7U31oUlgekKrGTDn8DSH7HB2KkGjGYfH6cZQna6JZd8gtTGrPCrXFd2eFweDm7HR4rPJT9IIG5t1MVUHPGMuGyDvsMIgQS15r/s1600/DSC02894+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 267px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563378938890482226" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpXzzLy23oYWK8oGB9xh8yipF66D_7FTTHHsJtj1B1wZ7U31oUlgekKrGTDn8DSH7HB2KkGjGYfH6cZQna6JZd8gtTGrPCrXFd2eFweDm7HR4rPJT9IIG5t1MVUHPGMuGyDvsMIgQS15r/s400/DSC02894+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sagrado!<br />Profano!<br />Confabulando o peregrino desalento engano<br />no caminhar dos pés aos desencantos.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kauyZbfQ86FJfimBrzUu8PPoFb0P9JdYG2JsOR2mSHN1AeCTptnZ9Azs-1t9TgWfQg6xxSEBbHzal9iwPyrNszZ_4a-kpux5WGwjosemrFuwKQPk8wxwgOBRmY7j12KqGIn2aGvaseQS/s1600/DSC04118+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 267px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563378763290263842" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kauyZbfQ86FJfimBrzUu8PPoFb0P9JdYG2JsOR2mSHN1AeCTptnZ9Azs-1t9TgWfQg6xxSEBbHzal9iwPyrNszZ_4a-kpux5WGwjosemrFuwKQPk8wxwgOBRmY7j12KqGIn2aGvaseQS/s400/DSC04118+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a> A velhice e a pureza dos calcanhares<br />na morna tarde que inverna sensatez,<br />dos olhares peregrinos em promessas<br />de amores desfeitos.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTcXsx6sl4I_nevq7FrXTWXw2esKQaIHuGBDe0bFk-W49m9gi2NQJg2UgbusxHJl2vDaaoFsbCmKWl-O0Toc3S_k8liF6GNeySb90C4FfV2tYbD4iWeEXhpgDZJ0FV1MKnXFWMrkgRH-iS/s1600/DSC04505+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 267px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563378620212672450" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTcXsx6sl4I_nevq7FrXTWXw2esKQaIHuGBDe0bFk-W49m9gi2NQJg2UgbusxHJl2vDaaoFsbCmKWl-O0Toc3S_k8liF6GNeySb90C4FfV2tYbD4iWeEXhpgDZJ0FV1MKnXFWMrkgRH-iS/s400/DSC04505+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a> Salobras águas ,banhadas de mares adocicados<br />no milagre da travessia dos pés descalços.<br />Flutuando na impossibilidade do imagístico<br />Pés de senhores do ilusionismo.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_fkwqHqZY50ljI2VjHwZG6yIYo_LvTOjHqIupTMluQPQ_9yZOPQW0ePNr4sA_SrKzKaNUn8hIu5_q3e3_Mz0d7-bzQ9G1eDxei0XwqYVZ35s6hZIiz8L_Z-4pk96U4j1HjBFbAI7ac6q/s1600/DSC00901+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563378486446804370" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_fkwqHqZY50ljI2VjHwZG6yIYo_LvTOjHqIupTMluQPQ_9yZOPQW0ePNr4sA_SrKzKaNUn8hIu5_q3e3_Mz0d7-bzQ9G1eDxei0XwqYVZ35s6hZIiz8L_Z-4pk96U4j1HjBFbAI7ac6q/s400/DSC00901+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ritos e cantares ladainhas,<br />senhoras carpideiras descalças<br />pés nos caminhos de Compostela,<br />colares do sepulcro sertão dos padrinhos<br />o que todo santo tem o sobrenome Jozeres.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6xhQRQzPBlayzSq6sPLPJH6sLLg7l54ZlcMZsQ2bbCQHVKZ_H92lZwwjQtHfnBmnV0pj7ofGGE500CIpdYRoYAYoZfXNM2nS6kXLtYHXykk8Ho875vLGHDstf9t2-fX04kaSWgh7WNEz/s1600/DSC04374+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563378310479350162" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6xhQRQzPBlayzSq6sPLPJH6sLLg7l54ZlcMZsQ2bbCQHVKZ_H92lZwwjQtHfnBmnV0pj7ofGGE500CIpdYRoYAYoZfXNM2nS6kXLtYHXykk8Ho875vLGHDstf9t2-fX04kaSWgh7WNEz/s400/DSC04374+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a> Enfeites de concubinas<br />fronhas umedecidas do sacramento,<br />a fertilidade das frutas no sexo mordidas.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgT1igA0sjxJHHZy1qPtI1o2fL-ZZjeEnbKMDRMSxdNQlEMa_HKVAuDV1Qn7jXmTIO-JAio_aNcutUwbIYlNaPbPKRuC1D2mESEiN8zbAPUKQiahrTDb7FQZ7EBV9NAfMbgw3UH4yVAvIo/s1600/DSC03524+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563378152773677122" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgT1igA0sjxJHHZy1qPtI1o2fL-ZZjeEnbKMDRMSxdNQlEMa_HKVAuDV1Qn7jXmTIO-JAio_aNcutUwbIYlNaPbPKRuC1D2mESEiN8zbAPUKQiahrTDb7FQZ7EBV9NAfMbgw3UH4yVAvIo/s400/DSC03524+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a> Anjos!<br />Fetos!<br />Orações da santa irmandade<br />Purificando o pecado no belo orgasmo.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-5VAxGGP_Rvb2RR_w7ZTphHS5GFpCu5sQll7YudDysD6gjcBu39SB7sIQMWrq2WVGzMVJF30rHtUehv2vECOznHYkAsoaS6BWRhydMkjqdu6OCUzn4ABrcpRbLgRSLwav3QROHeMdZ59/s1600/DSC07039+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563377994302753458" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-5VAxGGP_Rvb2RR_w7ZTphHS5GFpCu5sQll7YudDysD6gjcBu39SB7sIQMWrq2WVGzMVJF30rHtUehv2vECOznHYkAsoaS6BWRhydMkjqdu6OCUzn4ABrcpRbLgRSLwav3QROHeMdZ59/s400/DSC07039+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a> Perigrinações agrestes de pedintes flagelos<br />a fome do espirito na carne o manifesto.<br />Deitar sobre pétalas de senhoras benzederas<br />as flores nos altares desfalecidas<br />na pureza do perfume que a pele excita.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZ9M0xoqrOJOcRXTUoxWAzjTTdNyXkat9cJuxck-biml15EHmQmkm86dQHQiB_6nCNGhvqxuS5FWnHyz15oWFCecjscvLjtEmrRYXzjX8y6g5iNBZVf0-uiSEf92pkPSFpG7JIPoqBvri/s1600/DSC08509+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563377850872833618" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZ9M0xoqrOJOcRXTUoxWAzjTTdNyXkat9cJuxck-biml15EHmQmkm86dQHQiB_6nCNGhvqxuS5FWnHyz15oWFCecjscvLjtEmrRYXzjX8y6g5iNBZVf0-uiSEf92pkPSFpG7JIPoqBvri/s400/DSC08509+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a> O prezer e a relva na promesssa cumprida<br />caminhares para bem distante das graças concebidas,<br />amanhecer afrodite<br />água de cheiro,Maria Bonita.<br />O pecado da alma nos pés,na infinitude das distancias<br />o que entre duas almas o orgasmo sera sempre<br />a menor distancia dos caminhares desejos.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4QYqIcCaE4p5rhR9SPbYjXOt_-hJ94T2v2BCPtTdSfzXAH-esIY0J7TaHMwFgsM68bRDShon9JTo96cBXz6aDZj-aVhyphenhypheneVPS1SuLB-8F69LM9tLio9olRXkverT1MW8762tbHsx5q1Vi/s1600/DSC08562+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563377705117992562" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4QYqIcCaE4p5rhR9SPbYjXOt_-hJ94T2v2BCPtTdSfzXAH-esIY0J7TaHMwFgsM68bRDShon9JTo96cBXz6aDZj-aVhyphenhypheneVPS1SuLB-8F69LM9tLio9olRXkverT1MW8762tbHsx5q1Vi/s400/DSC08562+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a> Wilson Bernardo(Poema & Fotografia)wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-1219157084078365152011-01-19T17:31:00.001-03:002011-01-19T17:33:30.655-03:00A Poética Marginal de Wilson Bernardo...<strong><span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">A <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ORDEM</span> GRAMÁTICA DAS COISAS PEQUENAS.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDHMJBOlqtdUU7HKVQC5BpKfoIWyhxfBe_ydb4yaMjprlI8Hkzw4U4yxZdqd-W2Kcz2RZIhvOkCjqm0b4RIq8Fp7_4AwqtDPK2NXo5tI-IY3YM-x1cHP9n5K-xHOQPiPkwhrhnyp_lUhjs/s1600/164870_184455714913109_100000460440431_600814_5134368_n.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 266px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562272327769212898" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDHMJBOlqtdUU7HKVQC5BpKfoIWyhxfBe_ydb4yaMjprlI8Hkzw4U4yxZdqd-W2Kcz2RZIhvOkCjqm0b4RIq8Fp7_4AwqtDPK2NXo5tI-IY3YM-x1cHP9n5K-xHOQPiPkwhrhnyp_lUhjs/s400/164870_184455714913109_100000460440431_600814_5134368_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Um exército se <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">aproxima</span>!</strong><br /><strong>O açucareiro desperta pela manhã</strong><br /><strong>Dento de um vazio azedo.</strong><br /><strong>No formigueiro festejam</strong><br /><strong>Doces e brigadeiros.</strong><br /><br />Wilson Bernardo(Poema &Fotografia)<br /><strong></strong>wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-91980674059194510152010-06-12T07:18:00.004-03:002010-06-12T07:25:05.406-03:00A POÉTICA DE WILSON BERNARDO...CARIRI ENCANTADO DE MISTICAS.<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">UMA CERCA NO CAMINHO.</span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc7VotbLBAI43bgnrb_Zszf0qYZBsHOkh8UNrtMLQt-rsDaGloAdjs3bT6QyYLrlrZ2fzpCmXds1hVvX_p-KQ5m58NxFKqPO991SBpDgvNY_Lsyo0gO-Sw-hAgXhKonIvRwKR8D4m42_P-/s1600/DSC01281+copy.jpg"><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc7VotbLBAI43bgnrb_Zszf0qYZBsHOkh8UNrtMLQt-rsDaGloAdjs3bT6QyYLrlrZ2fzpCmXds1hVvX_p-KQ5m58NxFKqPO991SBpDgvNY_Lsyo0gO-Sw-hAgXhKonIvRwKR8D4m42_P-/s400/DSC01281+copy.jpg" /></a> <strong>Uma revolução também</strong><br /><strong>Se faz com as garras<br /></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUWBMn3NINQCc0G722ccz2V_OZpvmiCN5VHK7MrXRbyg9TgNy7ifVU6mf9f3o6lo0MWpq0lvNiYo79CmenFYGUgWVGjkNokyrI_qGaGljS1cCQZSslb3k6HvPiaBXE51ZDm0e9_6hO2hV/s1600/DSC0281.jpg"><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUWBMn3NINQCc0G722ccz2V_OZpvmiCN5VHK7MrXRbyg9TgNy7ifVU6mf9f3o6lo0MWpq0lvNiYo79CmenFYGUgWVGjkNokyrI_qGaGljS1cCQZSslb3k6HvPiaBXE51ZDm0e9_6hO2hV/s400/DSC0281.jpg" /></a> <strong>Deum arame farpado.<br /></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGF58Z9yRwVtn_bVtKTL30NFwkAjvxS1d9r6oWEE2AlHPNSG-lzQi6jswdkPApALX5_z8jpUFjNYSK1BqtoQtXVWeNmVbWOVh0AX3a0QN1do3jlkX1Y5Fe0XBa-b0ujOHunljWm0HP9wAj/s1600/DSC81.jpg"><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGF58Z9yRwVtn_bVtKTL30NFwkAjvxS1d9r6oWEE2AlHPNSG-lzQi6jswdkPApALX5_z8jpUFjNYSK1BqtoQtXVWeNmVbWOVh0AX3a0QN1do3jlkX1Y5Fe0XBa-b0ujOHunljWm0HP9wAj/s400/DSC81.jpg" /></a><strong>Que sangra a alma</strong></div><div><strong>Dos latifundiários.<br /></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-HknpMQ92zBysLKvUQnJFlfBotyTvHpFWb4ZGSu6Ida1UWDn4HjQ-c_ABcpm0oW9jC-kpUgxz9cQ3Z7ihYP-Fjoe4duqoxa0J3njDG3Vz7RcmTTxs98H-R_V04-7GboL1c6TLWeBs0gW1/s1600/DSC081.jpg"><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-HknpMQ92zBysLKvUQnJFlfBotyTvHpFWb4ZGSu6Ida1UWDn4HjQ-c_ABcpm0oW9jC-kpUgxz9cQ3Z7ihYP-Fjoe4duqoxa0J3njDG3Vz7RcmTTxs98H-R_V04-7GboL1c6TLWeBs0gW1/s400/DSC081.jpg" /></a> Wilson Bernardo(Poema,Fotografia & Arte)</div></div></div>wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-56614333279953030422010-05-16T14:16:00.002-03:002010-05-16T14:17:14.076-03:00Convite à População do Crato - Visita de José Serra Amanhã ao Crato - Por: Samuel Araripe<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11001724@N06/4049556456/" title="Image12 por Dihelson Mendonça, no Flickr"><img style="width: 474px; height: 329px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2760/4049556456_6b8627a5ce_o.jpg" alt="Image12" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Amanha o senador Tasso jereissati e o Pré-Candidato José Serra estarão no Crato</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">"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."</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-4AxTxXbEYWQ9at-VT5aY7LYbEovHFgQW9VFaKPwQOH-Kr8iOi47LWDQ3JJvZjVNF7TF44oZOdiiFBbQdEqp8DWnzRn6yfSiJUp_PgJYZs0kZNapQPmPKIhJy8lj8PHkX3UYSZk67v5Di/s1600/samuel+e+monica150.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 104px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-4AxTxXbEYWQ9at-VT5aY7LYbEovHFgQW9VFaKPwQOH-Kr8iOi47LWDQ3JJvZjVNF7TF44oZOdiiFBbQdEqp8DWnzRn6yfSiJUp_PgJYZs0kZNapQPmPKIhJy8lj8PHkX3UYSZk67v5Di/s400/samuel+e+monica150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471917753480714178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" >Samuel Araripe</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">( texto enviado para publicação por Samuel Araripe )</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-47686316125704842542010-03-16T16:41:00.002-03:002010-03-16T16:51:20.708-03:00UM TEMPLO MEDIEVAL:A Caricia e o Riso no Semblante do Fogo...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT1qXRvHcWss7l671H7NrsqcRJBSfCQreQ0JW8mD1gM2-r9IcBDDoz0jJ-wyZYh3SkYWSkFcawvc9NjJPnYsCufHZy-pl2MBwKCVR_b4Dxdz6HLZHXPwMIHg9Hz4p-bz8IicGL8JXEcFED/s1600-h/DSC0353.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449320008962285842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT1qXRvHcWss7l671H7NrsqcRJBSfCQreQ0JW8mD1gM2-r9IcBDDoz0jJ-wyZYh3SkYWSkFcawvc9NjJPnYsCufHZy-pl2MBwKCVR_b4Dxdz6HLZHXPwMIHg9Hz4p-bz8IicGL8JXEcFED/s400/DSC0353.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Uma velha senhora de tempos concebidos</strong><br /><strong>Na colheita de verduras...</strong><br /><strong>O <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">decote</span>!</strong><br /><strong>Uma jovem sedução de frescura</strong><br /><strong>Na colheita de amores...</strong><br /><strong>A sensualidade do corpo não envelhece</strong><br /><strong>com as rugas</strong><br /><strong>O prazer <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sedenta</span> o doce molhado visceral</strong><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Papoulas</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">vaginais</span>,acariciados na sede da língua.<br /></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnGTKwoRq2PTw75WuEZrimEry4Iw9EFI6tsgmyEIyGWd7l4PfmCAwCr9JGm2ujOWP3qU47eAM-qhMwpasKtA9I6Jpt5PIseYccxCm3n6WNeJI0XYZlhMBYjVcbgDK6dsUixc7-HLU-WfbV/s1600-h/DSC03252.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449319849803045122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnGTKwoRq2PTw75WuEZrimEry4Iw9EFI6tsgmyEIyGWd7l4PfmCAwCr9JGm2ujOWP3qU47eAM-qhMwpasKtA9I6Jpt5PIseYccxCm3n6WNeJI0XYZlhMBYjVcbgDK6dsUixc7-HLU-WfbV/s400/DSC03252.JPG" border="0" /></a> Wilson Bernardo(Poema & Fotografia)wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-72557653961124977812010-03-16T16:31:00.002-03:002010-03-16T16:40:09.775-03:00POEMA MALDITO:O Sacrilégio é a Mãe das Virtudes...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5UMjcNgwck-pLnOdb4b0L1nPq4C0EvpFT6pYoeaX0qVomqOo4FrBlZpELZ6BY4kEaVe2aKRqIbhS4mqyOLInByKla4jFVnY2yrTUlHu7Gd9dAxvpr8gOZbZNzGYJOJ72jb3Lq3MzOZksb/s1600-h/DSC07027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449317341286385554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 472px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5UMjcNgwck-pLnOdb4b0L1nPq4C0EvpFT6pYoeaX0qVomqOo4FrBlZpELZ6BY4kEaVe2aKRqIbhS4mqyOLInByKla4jFVnY2yrTUlHu7Gd9dAxvpr8gOZbZNzGYJOJ72jb3Lq3MzOZksb/s400/DSC07027.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong>Todas as mãos são <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sacros</span></strong><br /><strong>Quando dedos indicadores</strong><br /><strong>Alimentam as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">vaginas</span> de sedentos</strong><br /><strong>Desejos</strong><br /><strong>Sagradas <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">falanges</span> da carne santificados.<br /></strong><br />Wilson Bernardo(Poema & Fotografia)wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-89058522256078880502009-10-17T09:01:00.002-03:002009-10-17T09:18:44.147-03:00O Inventário das Palavras...Wilson Bernardo!<strong>UM PACOTE DE SANTA.</strong><br />E a virgem que já foi<br />Santa<br />Tornou-se comércio<br />de mercearia<br />Bolachas Maria.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxK1j9dsmtAyaLM2Stua72ZbMRYx_Fiecaf6osJcUrdN3Ds-ekBFtd1XtwDrdZFd3ydicaUbs_ImABAXJEHV22kSbNyFAl_xAOX6k_wFTgvBluD0t3c4x7826jn-7E3gegFK6fw6VKMXr4/s1600-h/DSC_057921.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393540310014227490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 449px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxK1j9dsmtAyaLM2Stua72ZbMRYx_Fiecaf6osJcUrdN3Ds-ekBFtd1XtwDrdZFd3ydicaUbs_ImABAXJEHV22kSbNyFAl_xAOX6k_wFTgvBluD0t3c4x7826jn-7E3gegFK6fw6VKMXr4/s400/DSC_057921.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>VINAGRE NA REFEIÇÃO.</strong><br />O que de fato uma ironia<br />A paixão de Cristo<br />É uma crucificação.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSLz6j12pjvOnoBRW9d2HMiSHwm2MPNIF9tgPzsqJ6VtAdZOIZL16Gy3Enp-3531LmpBiTi7YrRIHdM0hQPXVgWPhs9bqqOf4JDgebv7qKkPaop1-LrkznhT_lcCS8uEeI2-atrzVdx8o/s1600-h/DSC_0610.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393539895945667106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 484px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSLz6j12pjvOnoBRW9d2HMiSHwm2MPNIF9tgPzsqJ6VtAdZOIZL16Gy3Enp-3531LmpBiTi7YrRIHdM0hQPXVgWPhs9bqqOf4JDgebv7qKkPaop1-LrkznhT_lcCS8uEeI2-atrzVdx8o/s400/DSC_0610.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Wilson Bernardo</strong>(Poemas & Fotografias)wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-36400290196377513642009-10-05T21:19:00.004-03:002009-10-05T21:27:37.605-03:00POEMAS DE UMA NOITE DE VERÃO...Wilson Bernardo!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisU_UMIr_YYRpQCUB59KAVy5uZsd3e89WPGahGhKJc82w8Q9pDkBvYZe3qRt_Vxm0m5dX62G6gZZVT0WLFBJ-f2foAHTIVA3OALErhYdH_bHG8R-wFshbTWzpfJhqHxUFK_kW4drxLZda7/s1600-h/DSC_0565m,.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389276667266271794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisU_UMIr_YYRpQCUB59KAVy5uZsd3e89WPGahGhKJc82w8Q9pDkBvYZe3qRt_Vxm0m5dX62G6gZZVT0WLFBJ-f2foAHTIVA3OALErhYdH_bHG8R-wFshbTWzpfJhqHxUFK_kW4drxLZda7/s400/DSC_0565m,.jpg" border="0" /></a> CÃES SEM DENTES!<br />Se correr o bicho corre<br />Se ficar o bicho espera.<br />O cão não morde<br />Dependendo da situação<br />O homem também não.<br />Wilson Bernardo(Poema & Fotografia)wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-41573197440537015492009-09-02T00:03:00.002-03:002009-09-02T00:14:50.778-03:00BRASILANDIA...Senhoras e senhores hoje tem espetaculo.<strong>TEM SIM SENHOR!</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrRZJ2CKDY-5V4ojt-7KATXdjK_J6AS_JJRa4fERnSeVKvZLtDaebKdsJtW2xpPL0Emz4jrw-CgHE6_kgdDRDtCeZgqFLBsq8wIFYCd4wKdVVdQqG29Zs1C8MpzZF0a-nFiiv3ZsXvGqt/s1600-h/bibi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376701064218276738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrRZJ2CKDY-5V4ojt-7KATXdjK_J6AS_JJRa4fERnSeVKvZLtDaebKdsJtW2xpPL0Emz4jrw-CgHE6_kgdDRDtCeZgqFLBsq8wIFYCd4wKdVVdQqG29Zs1C8MpzZF0a-nFiiv3ZsXvGqt/s400/bibi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />UM PLANALTO DE GULOSEIMAS.<br /><br /> O circo tem duas conchas<br />invertidas<br />na similar balança da<br />justiça.<br />Somos <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">eternamente</span><br />caras pintadas<br />e a vergonha estará sempre<br />no fundo do prato<br />o preço da fome.<br />Wilson Bernardo(poema & Fotoartgrafia)wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110423094892274521.post-39824759618342595852009-06-05T17:49:00.000-03:002009-06-05T18:03:04.379-03:00NA BOCA DO TEMPLO...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdXhEF0mkXTaUagmdQ6FpQo2ZcuWmdSI60ZFoRpoql_bSIFPcnodhaBavjWuC58UkxyErcpr7MB9rv_Sh9mb6MtRhEE6zCK8NQbXgf88lcy0UIx8Lep-wYnyxBCGmMqNjUI8VH9LoGoKk3/s1600-h/CSC_0645.JPG"><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdXhEF0mkXTaUagmdQ6FpQo2ZcuWmdSI60ZFoRpoql_bSIFPcnodhaBavjWuC58UkxyErcpr7MB9rv_Sh9mb6MtRhEE6zCK8NQbXgf88lcy0UIx8Lep-wYnyxBCGmMqNjUI8VH9LoGoKk3/s400/CSC_0645.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfy7_eBFl_tkf3g2pfpIhiCxjCLjqhdbp6qeSd1YR8ob_cYRAgt2UYBzc7E_0VEhEXevjduZbl_EOHSiC1kliRszAaa3Pc2DmRglfUFMoZ8LsMwoIVSl2PdbBRZW-46b2VDJZej7KXJ33t/s1600-h/DSC_0557.JPG"><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfy7_eBFl_tkf3g2pfpIhiCxjCLjqhdbp6qeSd1YR8ob_cYRAgt2UYBzc7E_0VEhEXevjduZbl_EOHSiC1kliRszAaa3Pc2DmRglfUFMoZ8LsMwoIVSl2PdbBRZW-46b2VDJZej7KXJ33t/s400/DSC_0557.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">No sorriso <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">descarnado</span> da</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">liturgia</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">os deuses de <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">múltiplas</span> faces</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">tripudia o semblante</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">da fé</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">no ego e nos desejos da carne.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">bocas confinadas na fome dormida</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">de orgasmos.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Wilson</span> bernardo9poema & foto)<br /></span></div><br /><div></div>wilson bernardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281115479988102964noreply@blogger.com2