<?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-4930024638140116526</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:58:13.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiment'arte</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Experiment'arte [Sónia Pereira e Paulo Pires]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873030976017182264</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930024638140116526.post-558976490625548434</id><published>2011-12-07T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T06:50:03.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curso breve de nova literatura em Vila Real de Santo António [alteração de data]</title><content type='html'>No próximo dia&amp;nbsp;10 de Março vamos realizar mais um curso breve de nova literatura portuguesa (1990-2010), desta vez&amp;nbsp;na Biblioteca Municipal Vicente Campinas, em Vila Real de Santo António. &lt;br /&gt;O curso&amp;nbsp;destina-se a animadores socioculturais, técnicos de biblioteca, mediadores de leitura e professores do 3.º ciclo e&amp;nbsp;ensino secundário, bem como a outros eventuais interessados.&lt;br /&gt;O programa do curso prevê a análise e reflexão crítica, num formato intensivo,&amp;nbsp;sobre&amp;nbsp;o panorama literário português das duas últimas décadas a nível da nova poesia e da micro-ficção, incluindo ainda&amp;nbsp;a apresentação de um recital-performance que vai fechar o plano do curso.&lt;br /&gt;Para mais informações e inscrições&amp;nbsp;aqui ficam os contactos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biblioteca Municipal Vicente Campinas&lt;br /&gt;Rua Dr. Francisco Sá Carneiro&lt;br /&gt;8900-307 Vila Real de Santo António&lt;br /&gt;Tel. 281 510 050&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: &lt;a href="mailto:biblioteca@cm-vrsa.pt"&gt;biblioteca@cm-vrsa.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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data]'/><author><name>Experiment'arte [Sónia Pereira e Paulo Pires]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873030976017182264</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930024638140116526.post-4190507255108203105</id><published>2011-10-23T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T14:24:24.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias poéticas...</title><content type='html'>Ao andar a pesquisar no motor google acabámos por descobrir alguns vídeos de recitais, ligados à temàtica da literatura de intervenção, realizados por nós no concelho de Salvaterra de Magos&amp;nbsp;em 2008 na companhia do músico e nosso amigo Ricardo Martins (voz solo e guitarra). &lt;br /&gt;Aqui ficam os vídeos de dois interlúdios musicais (canções de Pedro Barroso e José Afonso, respectivamente)&amp;nbsp;captados pelo público em vídeo amador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/-mMBoNaeAyI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mMBoNaeAyI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mMBoNaeAyI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930024638140116526.post-1146796133519780732</id><published>2011-10-23T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T08:06:31.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recital-performance no Dia Internacional das Bibliotecas Escolares</title><content type='html'>No próximo dia 24 de Outubro, pelas 17h30, estaremos na Biblioteca Escolar EB1&amp;nbsp;de Ferreiras, em Albufeira, para realizar uma acção de promoção da leitura e de sensibilização junto da classe docente. O amável convite foi-nos feito pela Prof.ª Fátima Nunes, que pretende assim comemorar o Dia Internacional das Bibliotecas Escolares com um&amp;nbsp;chá literário&amp;nbsp;ao final da tarde naquela biblioteca, aliando assim os "prazeres do corpo" aos "prazeres do espírito". Não ficámos indiferentes...&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930024638140116526-1146796133519780732?l=grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/feeds/1146796133519780732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/10/recital-performance-no-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/1146796133519780732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/1146796133519780732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/10/recital-performance-no-dia.html' title='Recital-performance no Dia Internacional das Bibliotecas Escolares'/><author><name>Experiment'arte [Sónia Pereira e Paulo Pires]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873030976017182264</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930024638140116526.post-3410712941347957208</id><published>2011-06-18T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T22:39:40.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do curso breve de nova literatura em Loulé</title><content type='html'>Aqui ficam&amp;nbsp;algumas fotos do &lt;em&gt;curso breve de &lt;/em&gt;nova&lt;em&gt; literatura portuguesa (1990-2010)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;que ministrámos na Biblioteca Municipal de Loulé no passado dia 11 de Junho, o qual se dirigiu sobretudo&amp;nbsp;a educadores de infância, animadores socioculturais, professores, técnicos de biblioteca&amp;nbsp;e outros profissionais das áreas de Artes e Letras, e que contou com uma adesão&amp;nbsp;significativa do público-alvo pretendido.&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos aqui também uma palavra especial de agradecimento quer aos formandos do curso, quer à nossa amiga terapeuta, e já cúmplice destas andanças, Lúcia Guerreiro&amp;nbsp;(um pertinente parênteses: não deixem de visitar o seu cativante&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;AmazingDaySpa&lt;/em&gt; em Silves) - a qual também participou&amp;nbsp;no recital-performance comentado&amp;nbsp;-, quer ainda à Ana Viegas, programadora da referida biblioteca, por toda a dedicação e empenho que colocou na preparação e publicitação da acção em causa.&lt;br /&gt;Este curso será apresentado em várias outras bibliotecas algarvias até ao final deste ano, bem como fora da região.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Para&amp;nbsp;a maior parte das pessoas tratou-se de uma experiência única e, porventura, irrepetível,&amp;nbsp;que proporcionou&amp;nbsp;instantes de um relaxamento esteticamente apelativo, porque&amp;nbsp;superlativizado&amp;nbsp;pelas palavras dos poetas e pelos acordes e sonoridades que as envolveram.&lt;br /&gt;Agradecemos, mais uma vez, toda a colaboração, apoio e incentivo que a equipa da Direcção Regional de Cultura do Algarve&amp;nbsp;nos prestou&amp;nbsp;ao longo deste projecto, para que ele fosse&amp;nbsp;uma realidade e tivesse o impacto desejado.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ficam algumas fotos da última acção realizada nas ruínas romanas de Milreu, em Estói, no passado dia 4 de Junho, a qual se integrou também no I Festival da Água ali ocorrido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HD18fvMcuYE/TfqEqrk-D1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/DiARD4f3Ehg/s1600/HPIM2411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HD18fvMcuYE/TfqEqrk-D1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/DiARD4f3Ehg/s400/HPIM2411.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Podem aceder ao programa completo &lt;a href="http://aguasdoalgarve.pt/festivaldaagua/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse âmbito, estaremos na villa romana de Milreu durante o dia 4 de Junho (sábado) para apresentar a última acção do projecto "Na senda das pedras falantes".&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ficam algumas fotos da demonstração que fizemos no dia 20 de Maio nas referidas ruínas para a comunicação social presente na conferência de imprensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fowpt2Tz8qc/TduTkVvTdvI/AAAAAAAAADw/j-_nYD4qSbc/s1600/DSCF2340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fowpt2Tz8qc/TduTkVvTdvI/AAAAAAAAADw/j-_nYD4qSbc/s400/DSCF2340.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&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; 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poesia e a micro-ficção produzidas entre 1990 e 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O curso destina-se sobretudo a educadores, professores, animadores, mediadores de leitura e&amp;nbsp;técnicos de biblioteca, mas também ao público em geral. Tem a duração de 8 horas (formato intensivo, com pausa para almoço), seguindo-se um recital-performance comentado, a realizar na respectiva noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O curso é gratuito, sendo fornecidas aos inscritos diversos materiais críticos, duas antologias literárias (elaboradas por nós e com um formato e alcance inéditos em Portugal)&amp;nbsp;e, no final, um&amp;nbsp;certificado de participação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Podem inscrever-se&amp;nbsp;através dos seguintes contactos: 289400850 | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:biblioteca@cm-loule.pt"&gt;biblioteca@cm-loule.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aqui fica o texto introdutório inserido nos materiais de divulgação do curso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É fundamental, sobretudo para quem trabalha em contextos pedagógicos e biblioteconómicos, possuir um conhecimento actualizado&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;, abrangente, crítico e selectivo &lt;/span&gt;dos autores e obras que todos os dias chegam às livrarias, contextos digitais e media&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na área da &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;mediação da leitura&lt;/span&gt;, sobretudo com o público jovem em idade escolar mas também com os adultos menos familiarizados com o universo literário, é necessário encontrar matéria-prima (textos, autores) e perspectivas atractivas e adaptadas ao perfil e exigências desses destinatários, bem como instrumentos e estratégias de transmissão adequados aos mesmos, nomeadamente o recurso crescente a linguagens, registos e experiências de cariz &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;inter/multidisciplinar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanto a novíssima&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt; poesia &lt;/span&gt;como a novel e fértil &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;micro-ficção &lt;/span&gt;portuguesas – géneros sobre os quais ainda recai um acentuado desconhecimento e alguns preconceitos e estereótipos – podem, de facto, pelas suas indesmentíveis vitalidade e diversidade, constituir-se como recursos úteis, dinâmicos e eficazes para a criação e/ou aumento e consolidação dos hábitos de leitura.﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930024638140116526-7451945050425904120?l=grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/feeds/7451945050425904120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-proximo-dia-11-de-junho-sabado-vamos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/7451945050425904120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/7451945050425904120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-proximo-dia-11-de-junho-sabado-vamos.html' title='Curso breve de nova literatura portuguesa (1990-2010) em Loulé'/><author><name>Experiment'arte [Sónia Pereira e Paulo Pires]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873030976017182264</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930024638140116526.post-4085602573051256920</id><published>2011-04-29T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T06:58:30.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedras falantes ao vivo (uma reportagem da LocalVisão TV)</title><content type='html'>No passado dia 23 de Abril, Dia Mundial do Livro, uma equipa de reportagem da LocalVisão TV (núcleo Algarve) entrevistou-nos e gravou parte da acção que realizámos na Ermida de N.ª Sr.ª de Guadalupe, no concelho de Vila do Bispo. &lt;br /&gt;O nosso agradecimento especial&amp;nbsp;às jornalistas&amp;nbsp;Carla Dias e Isabel Almaça, da LocalVisão TV, pela sensibilidade e interesse demonstrados relativamente a este projecto, e pela qualidade da reportagem, que pode ser visionada em&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://videos.sapo.ao/lGn5VNZ4krHJBBzMymlv"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://videos.sapo.ao/lGn5VNZ4krHJBBzMymlv&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930024638140116526-4085602573051256920?l=grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/feeds/4085602573051256920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/04/pedras-falantes-ao-vivo-uma-reportagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/4085602573051256920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/4085602573051256920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/04/pedras-falantes-ao-vivo-uma-reportagem.html' title='Pedras falantes ao vivo (uma reportagem da LocalVisão TV)'/><author><name>Experiment'arte [Sónia Pereira e Paulo Pires]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873030976017182264</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930024638140116526.post-4425018644410527854</id><published>2011-04-19T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T04:28:34.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No jornal "Barlavento"</title><content type='html'>Mais um grande destaque ao projecto "Na senda das pedras falantes", desta feita no jornal &lt;em&gt;Barlavento&lt;/em&gt;, pelo jornalista Daniel Lopes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Mtt3sKsijE/Ta0_ybducvI/AAAAAAAAADk/07PVqvpFgA4/s1600/20110419093439537_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Mtt3sKsijE/Ta0_ybducvI/AAAAAAAAADk/07PVqvpFgA4/s400/20110419093439537_0001.jpg" width="286px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na edição on-line do referido semanário, em &lt;a href="http://www.barlavento.pt/popup/multimedia.php?nid=48760"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.barlavento.pt/popup/multimedia.php?nid=48760&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, também pode aceder-se a várias fotos da primeira acção realizada a 27 de Março na Fortaleza de Sagres.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930024638140116526-4425018644410527854?l=grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/feeds/4425018644410527854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-jornal-o-barlavento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/4425018644410527854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/4425018644410527854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-jornal-o-barlavento.html' title='No jornal &quot;Barlavento&quot;'/><author><name>Experiment'arte [Sónia Pereira e Paulo Pires]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873030976017182264</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/-9Mtt3sKsijE/Ta0_ybducvI/AAAAAAAAADk/07PVqvpFgA4/s72-c/20110419093439537_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930024638140116526.post-5726077657729941836</id><published>2011-04-08T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T04:54:33.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje com o jornal PÚBLICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;O editor Ricardo Claro, do jornal &lt;em&gt;Postal do Algarve&lt;/em&gt;, destacou o nosso trabalho no suplemento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://issuu.com/postaldoalgarve/docs/32cultura.sul"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Cultura.Sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;deste mês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKLw-fpZECs/TZ7qcvoNZ5I/AAAAAAAAADg/nWjAkdqxtEg/s1600/20110408125150338_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKLw-fpZECs/TZ7qcvoNZ5I/AAAAAAAAADg/nWjAkdqxtEg/s640/20110408125150338_0001.jpg" width="452px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Para os mais curiosos, no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?fbid=203445829674807&amp;amp;id=160242890661768&amp;amp;aid=50037"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;da Direcção Regional de Cultura do Algarve encontram-se algumas fotografias da sessão inaugural realizada em Sagres (em contexto fechado/panorâmico&amp;nbsp;devido às&amp;nbsp;então condições climatéricas)&amp;nbsp;a 27 de Março de 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930024638140116526-5726077657729941836?l=grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/feeds/5726077657729941836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-com-o-jornal-publico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/5726077657729941836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/5726077657729941836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-com-o-jornal-publico.html' title='Hoje com o jornal PÚBLICO'/><author><name>Experiment'arte [Sónia Pereira e Paulo Pires]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873030976017182264</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/-GKLw-fpZECs/TZ7qcvoNZ5I/AAAAAAAAADg/nWjAkdqxtEg/s72-c/20110408125150338_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930024638140116526.post-6478727741867790985</id><published>2011-03-29T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T03:05:16.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há pedras com voz em Sagres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Neste último domingo (27 de Março - Dia Mundial do Teatro) eu, a Sónia Pereira e a Lúcia Guerreiro estivemos na Fortaleza de Sagres para dinamizar o arranque do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cultalg.pt/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;ciclo "Na senda das pedras falantes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, o qual vai estender-se até Junho deste ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Repositório singular de simbolismos, memórias e histórias,&amp;nbsp;Sagres parece estar à beira do mundo, num lugar&amp;nbsp;mágico&amp;nbsp;de finisterra que&amp;nbsp;nos&amp;nbsp;convida&amp;nbsp;para&amp;nbsp;o impulso da partida e para a (re)ligação a uma paisagem&amp;nbsp;simultaneamente arrebatadora(/determinada) e apaziguadora(/reflexiva) que nos lava de desencontro e poeira, como diria Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Os ventos plenos de liberdade e rebeldemente&amp;nbsp;incertos na ocorrência e intensidade, os desenhos de luz (que "cai a direito", como também escreveu a eterna Sophia)&amp;nbsp;e sombra, a fecunda interpenetração de sons e cores,&amp;nbsp;a "paternalidade" de um&amp;nbsp;farol&amp;nbsp;vigilante e esperançoso, e a&amp;nbsp;verticalidade&amp;nbsp;monumental e agrestemente avassaladora das falésias aliada a uma imensidão atapetada de azul convocam-nos para&amp;nbsp;a festa múltipla dos&amp;nbsp;sentidos e acordam-nos para o "espantoso esplendor do&amp;nbsp;mundo" (Sophia&amp;nbsp;novamente) e, assim,&amp;nbsp;para uma viagem&amp;nbsp;como que renovadamente iniciática em busca de "uma relação [mais] justa com a pedra"&amp;nbsp;(da "Arte Poética II"&amp;nbsp;de Sophia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Porventura, em poucos lugares do Algarve se respira o temor e&amp;nbsp;consciência da fragilidade e vulnerabilidade humanas face&amp;nbsp;aos desígnios&amp;nbsp;superiores e imprevistos da natureza-mãe, e, ao mesmo tempo, a envolvência encantatória&amp;nbsp;de uma paisagem que nos transporta aos abismos mais insondáveis de nós mesmos, do mundo que nos rodeia e do nosso próprio imaginário colectivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Espalhámos poesia, música e massagem, num diálogo que se pretende(u) cúmplice entre&amp;nbsp;quatro mãos (da terapeuta e do músico)&amp;nbsp;e uma voz (da declamadora), criando um ambiente intimista e relaxante a que não faltaram o incenso, as velas, os óleos&amp;nbsp;e outros ingredientes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Revisitámos autores como Nuno Júdice, David Mourão-Ferreira, Al Berto, Álvaro Magalhães, Jorge Sousa Braga, Ruy Belo, Alberto Caeiro,&amp;nbsp;entre&amp;nbsp;outros, e usámos o acordeão, a caixa de música&amp;nbsp;e outros pequenos grandes instrumentos enquadradores e sensorialmente "planantes", distribuindo depois aos participantes marcadores de livro com alguns dos textos lidos durante as massagens, visto que o incentivo à leitura e descoberta de autores é um dos nossos desideratos fundamentais neste ciclo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Destacamos um&amp;nbsp;episódio curioso porque ilustrativo: a nível da leitura, optámos por escolher apenas textos escritos em português. Acontece que conhecemos um casal de canadianos que prontamente participou no ciclo e que não entendia a língua de Camões. Depois da massagem, um deles referiu que o último texto que lhe&amp;nbsp;fora&amp;nbsp;lido&amp;nbsp;o tinha feito sentir como se estivesse numa "neverland" (terra do nunca, espaço imaginário e longínquo...). Na realidade,&amp;nbsp;o poema que a Sónia lhe sussurrou ao ouvido (o qual&amp;nbsp;enquadrei musicalmente com&amp;nbsp;o tema&amp;nbsp;"Final" de Rodrigo&amp;nbsp;Leão)&amp;nbsp;chama-se precisamente "A Terra do Nunca", do poeta algarvio Nuno Júdice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;De facto, a poesia e a sua transposição para uma existência oral detêm&amp;nbsp;traços e potencialidades que vão muito para lá de uma mera&amp;nbsp;compreensão do significado das palavras. Há uma preciosa musicalidade e uma&amp;nbsp;singular&amp;nbsp;dimensão/jogo de som(ns) e silêncio(s) que, aliadas à respiração, dicção, entoação&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;ritmo/cadência da voz que lhe dá corpo&amp;nbsp;audível, impregnam o texto poético e o dotam de uma legibilidade sinestésica que vai tecendo a imaginação, como mais uma vez pudemos confirmar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Aqui fica o texto em causa, bebido no&amp;nbsp;livro &lt;em&gt;As Coisas Mais Simples&lt;/em&gt;, publicado em 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A Terra do Nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Se eu fosse para a terra do nunca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;teria tudo o que quisesse numa cama de nada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;os sonhos que ninguém teve quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;o sol se punha de manhã;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;a rapariga que cantava num canteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;de flores vivas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;a água que sabia a vinho na boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;de todos os bêbedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Iria de bicicleta sem ter de pedalar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;numa estrada de nuvens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E quando chegasse ao céu, pisaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;as estrelas caídas num chão de nebulosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A terra do nunca é onde nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;chegaria se eu fosse para a terra do nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E é por isso que a apanho do chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;e a meto em sacos de terra do nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Um dia, quando alguém me pedir a terra do nunca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;despejarei todos os sacos à sua porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E a rapariga que cantava sairá da terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;com um canteiro de flores vivas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E os bêbedos encherão os copos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;com a água que sabia a vinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Na terra do nunca, com o sol a pôr-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;quando nasce o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Uma nota final:&amp;nbsp;foi muito agradável&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;acolhimento, atenção&amp;nbsp;e carinho que tivemos da parte dos funcionários da Fortaleza, alguns dos quais participaram entusiasticamente nas sessões que fizemos. O nosso muito obrigado a todos, em especial à Conceição, ao Luciano, ao João e à Telma (queremos rever-vos), e também, pela presença fiel e apoio constante, à Dália Paulo (e à pequena Constança).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930024638140116526-6478727741867790985?l=grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/feeds/6478727741867790985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-pedras-ganharam-dedos-e-voz-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/6478727741867790985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/6478727741867790985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-pedras-ganharam-dedos-e-voz-em.html' title='Há pedras com voz em Sagres...'/><author><name>Experiment'arte [Sónia Pereira e Paulo Pires]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873030976017182264</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930024638140116526.post-6167602286374205677</id><published>2011-03-13T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:48:09.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo projecto: ciclo "Na senda das pedras falantes"</title><content type='html'>Já está a ser difundido a nível nacional o novo projecto de promoção interdisciplinar&amp;nbsp;da leitura em que estamos envolvidos, no qual iremos cruzar - num formato inédito&amp;nbsp;em Portugal - leitura em voz alta/performance, massagem de relaxamento, sonoridades/"paisagens" musicais e evocação histórico-simbólica em diversos monumentos classificados algarvios, a saber: Fortaleza de Sagres, &lt;em&gt;Villa&lt;/em&gt; 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margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Passagem de peões]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;À vinda do supermercado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;diz-me o pequeno monstro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que às vezes me faz companhia:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"E qual é a tua razão de ser?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na rua, a tarde rola devagar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;entre prédios murchos - e ele&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;acrescenta: "Não me digas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que são os versos."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ri-se.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rui Pires Cabral)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Gosto daquela cigarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que ao chegar o Inverno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;e porque gosta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;come as formigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Daniel Maia-Pinto Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mississipi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Há muito tempo que não saio de casa (a não ser para ir ao supermercado ou à geladaria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Se soubesses a confusão de rios que vai no meu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Estou morto por te apresentar o Mississipi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Estou morto que venhas estou morto por ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;o som irritante da campainha da entrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Há muito tempo que não saio de casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Se soubesses a vontade que tenho de passear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;no interior da tua orelha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Jorge Sousa Braga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;O guarda-rios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É tão difícil guardar um rio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;quando ele corre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;dentro de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Jorge Sousa Braga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A borboleta que poisou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;no teu mamilo perdeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;vontade de voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Jorge Sousa Braga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Só tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;sabes sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;na vertical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Jorge Sousa Braga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nem todos os frutos vermelhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;merecem o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;da tua boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Jorge Sousa Braga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dióspiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Há frutos que preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;acariciar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;com os dedos com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;a língua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;e só depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;muito depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;se deixam morder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Jorge Sousa Braga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Eu amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Eu amo o teu gravador de chamadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ele não me abandona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;e repete vezes sem conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;a tua voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Pedro Mexia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Madrigal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Gosto quando pões a quinta porque me tocas na perna com o nó dos dedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Miguel-Manso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nos semáforos da Rua de Santa Catarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ao menos os teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;permanecem verdes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;todo o ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Jorge Sousa Braga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Da voz das coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Só a rajada de vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;dá o som lírico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;às pás do moinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Somente as coisas tocadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;pelo amor das outras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;têm voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Voamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Voamos a lua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Menstruadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Os homens gritam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;– são as bruxas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;As mulheres pensam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;– são os anjos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;As crianças dizem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;– são as fadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Maria Teresa Horta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A rapariga que esperava muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;as cartas do namorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que lhe escrevia muito pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;foi violada pelo carteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Adília Lopes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It’s all right, Ma…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Está tudo bem, mãe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Estou só a esvair-me em sangue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;O sangue vai e vem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tenho muito sangue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Manuel António Pina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sapatos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Os pés tomam o hábito dos sapatos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;vão calcorreando as ruas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;os sapatos são novos, as ruas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;antigas, não sei bem o que será morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Pedro Mexia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Vamos morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Vamos morrer, mas somos sensatos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;e à noite, debaixo da cama, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;deixamos simétricos e exactos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;o medo e os sapatos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Pedro Mexia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Na reunião da comissão de moradores de um dos bairros da cidade foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;aprovada por unanimidade a substituição dos candeeiros de iluminação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;pública por pirilampos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Jorge Sousa Braga)&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/4930024638140116526-4034023064532073091?l=grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/feeds/4034023064532073091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/02/alguns-dos-textos-que-lemos-em-messines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/4034023064532073091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/4034023064532073091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/02/alguns-dos-textos-que-lemos-em-messines.html' title='Alguns dos poemas que espalhámos por Messines...'/><author><name>Experiment'arte [Sónia Pereira e Paulo Pires]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873030976017182264</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930024638140116526.post-3749641485925595934</id><published>2011-02-26T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T02:04:51.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>82.º aniversário da Sociedade de Recreio e Instrução Messinense</title><content type='html'>Hoje às 21.00h eu e a Sónia Pereira vamos espalhar palavras&amp;nbsp;e melodias, "se a tanto nos ajudar o engenho e a arte", em S. Bartolomeu de Messines, a propósito da comemoração do 82.º aniversário da Sociedade de Recreio e Instrução Messinense.&lt;br /&gt;Não fossem estas&amp;nbsp;sociedades, desde os seus primórdios - e aqui louvamos a sensibilidade dos seus novos dirigentes -, lugares privilegiados de convívio social, de debate e reflexão críticos, e&amp;nbsp;de fervilhar artístico, em que a&amp;nbsp;literatura&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;a música desempenhavam um papel preponderante...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Afinal, por vezes, a tradição ainda é o que era!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930024638140116526-3749641485925595934?l=grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/feeds/3749641485925595934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/02/82-aniversario-da-sociedade-de-recreio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/3749641485925595934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/3749641485925595934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/02/82-aniversario-da-sociedade-de-recreio.html' title='82.º aniversário da Sociedade de Recreio e Instrução Messinense'/><author><name>Experiment'arte [Sónia Pereira e Paulo Pires]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873030976017182264</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930024638140116526.post-2328350595409326778</id><published>2011-02-22T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:17:12.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prémio Autores 2011 (SPA) - vencedores na categoria de Literatura</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Pela segunda vez realizou-se ontem, em Lisboa (CCB), a Gala "Prémio Autores 2011", uma louvável iniciativa da Sociedade Portuguesa de Autores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;No que toca à categoria de Literatura, tendo em conta as nomeações, não houve surpresas nos prémios para melhores livros de ficção narrativa e de literatura infanto-juvenil, cabendo, respectivamente, aos ecléticos Gonçalo M. Tavares e Afonso Cruz a consagração máxima, a qual se justifica plenamente. Relativamente à poesia, pensamos que Helder Moura Pereira seria claramente o mais merecedor do prémio (isto se nos limitarmos aos nomeados), ainda que&amp;nbsp;haja,&amp;nbsp;pelo menos, meia dúzia de livros de poesia publicados em 2010 cuja inclusão nesta&amp;nbsp;selecção seria bastante mais pertinente (como José Miguel Silva, Miguel-Manso, Armando Silva Carvalho ou&amp;nbsp;Miguel Cardoso).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Aqui fica a lista dos nomeados e respectivos vencedores:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Melhor Livro de Ficção Narrativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma Viagem&amp;nbsp;à India&lt;/em&gt;, de Gonçalo M. Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adoecer&lt;/em&gt;, de Hélia Correia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Bom Inverno&lt;/em&gt;, de João Tordo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Melhor Livro de Poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois de Dezembro&lt;/em&gt;, de António Carlos Cortez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se As Coisas Não Fossem O Que São&lt;/em&gt;, de Helder Moura Pinheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escarpas&lt;/em&gt;, de Gastão Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Melhor Livro de Literatura Infanto-Juvenil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Contradição Humana&lt;/em&gt;, de Afonso Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Livro dos Quintais&lt;/em&gt;, de Isabel Minhós Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinguim&lt;/em&gt;, de António Mota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930024638140116526-2328350595409326778?l=grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/feeds/2328350595409326778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/02/premio-autores-2011-spa-vencedores-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/2328350595409326778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930024638140116526/posts/default/2328350595409326778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/2011/02/premio-autores-2011-spa-vencedores-na.html' title='Prémio Autores 2011 (SPA) - vencedores na categoria de Literatura'/><author><name>Experiment'arte [Sónia Pereira e Paulo Pires]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873030976017182264</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930024638140116526.post-7407554240785080664</id><published>2011-02-21T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:47:57.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para um "poeta em construção" (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Momento de poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Se escrevo ou leio ou desenho ou pinto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;logo me sinto tão atrasado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;no que devo à eternidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que começo a empurrar pra diante o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;e empurro-o, empurro-o à bruta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;como empurra um atrasado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;até que cansado me julgo satisfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Tão gémeos são &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;a fadiga e a satisfação!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Em troca, se vou por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;sou tão inteligente a ver tudo o que não é comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;compreendo tão bem o que não me diz respeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;sinto-me tão chefe do que está fora de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;dou conselhos tão bíblicos aos aflitos de uma aflição que não é a minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que, sinceramente, não sei qual é melhor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;se estar sozinho em casa a dar à manivela da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;se ir por aí e ser Rei de tudo o que não é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Lisboa, Novembro 1939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[in José de Almada Negreiros, &lt;em&gt;Poemas&lt;/em&gt;, 2.ª ed. corrig., Lisboa, Assírio &amp;amp; Alvim, 2005]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Amargo estilo novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tudo é fácil quando se está brincando com a flor entre os dedos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;quando se olham nos olhos as crianças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;quando se visita no leito o amor convalescente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É bom ser flor, criança, ou ser doente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tudo são terras donde brotam esperanças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;pétalas, tranças, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;a porta do hospital aberta à nossa frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Desde que nasci que todos me enganam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;em casa, na rua, na escola, no emprego, na igreja, no quartel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;com fogos de artifício e fatias de pão besuntadas com mel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E o mais grave é que não me enganam com erros nem com falsidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;mas com profundas, autênticas verdades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E é tudo tão simples quando se rola a flor entre os dedos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Os estadistas não sabem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;mas nós, os das flores, para quem os caminhos do sonho não guardam segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;sabemos isso e todas as coisas mais que nos livros não cabem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[in António Gedeão, &lt;em&gt;Obra Completa&lt;/em&gt;, Lisboa, Relógio d'Água, 2004]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[sem título]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não gosto tanto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de livros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como Mallarmé&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;parece que gostava&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu não sou um livro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e quando me dizem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gosto muito dos seus livros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gostava de poder dizer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como o poeta Cesariny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;olha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu gostava &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é que tu gostasses de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;os livros não são feitos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de carne e osso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e quando tenho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vontade de chorar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;abrir um livro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não me chega&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;preciso de um abraço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas graças a Deus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o mundo não é um livro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e o acaso não existe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no entanto gosto muito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de livros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e acredito na Ressurreição &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dos livros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e acredito que no Céu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haja bibliotecas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e se possa ler e escrever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;[in Adília Lopes, &lt;em&gt;Dobra - Poesia reunida 1983-2007&lt;/em&gt;, Lisboa, Assírio &amp;amp; Alvim, 2009]&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/4930024638140116526-7407554240785080664?l=grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grupoexperimentarte.blogspot.com/feeds/7407554240785080664/comments/default' 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