<?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-7983661419009156715</id><updated>2011-11-22T12:22:41.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milton César Pontes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Poeta Milton César Pontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947184341263202252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX86loQ0UTI/AAAAAAAAABw/djHmIpqe8jI/S220/03.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983661419009156715.post-8147353749509756687</id><published>2011-09-22T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T08:03:09.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma noite no Passo Pizzajazz - Ouro Preto/MG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MeXIWN0M_-U/TntJvooh-lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hI3MVshd46U/s1600/_MG_2129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u595Kdoaysk/TnYHqUnT2vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-wHCSFVTLBU/s1600/Flores%2BHomenagem%2Bpara%2BGuignard%252C%2Bde%2BFernando%2BLucchesi%252C%2B2008_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 196px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653714805879724786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u595Kdoaysk/TnYHqUnT2vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-wHCSFVTLBU/s200/Flores%2BHomenagem%2Bpara%2BGuignard%252C%2Bde%2BFernando%2BLucchesi%252C%2B2008_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u595Kdoaysk/TnYHqUnT2vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-wHCSFVTLBU/s1600/Flores%2BHomenagem%2Bpara%2BGuignard%252C%2Bde%2BFernando%2BLucchesi%252C%2B2008_.jpg"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fernando Lucchesi é um gigante moderno que subsiste a nostalgia e a solidão. Um homem altruista, um artista magnifico. Desde a aurora ao  crepusculo, suas manifestações artísticas nascem da observação, da vivência. Sua inspiração vem do inconsciente, de sua profundidade psiquica onde o enigma é a matéria que por sua vez é energia, ênfase espacial sacralizada na representação dos caracteres pictóricos que cobrem suas telas, os muitos objetos: oratórios, altares... O Lucchesi que conheço é de uma totalidade sensorial que atravessou o espaço e a matéria. Autêntico, mágico, alquímico ... sobretudo humano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983661419009156715-5025104011165620873?l=miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/feeds/5025104011165620873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983661419009156715&amp;postID=5025104011165620873' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/5025104011165620873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/5025104011165620873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/2011/09/fernado-lucchesi-um-artista-autentico.html' title='Fernado Lucchesi um artista autêntico, mágico, alquímico...'/><author><name>Poeta Milton César Pontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947184341263202252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX86loQ0UTI/AAAAAAAAABw/djHmIpqe8jI/S220/03.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u595Kdoaysk/TnYHqUnT2vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-wHCSFVTLBU/s72-c/Flores%2BHomenagem%2Bpara%2BGuignard%252C%2Bde%2BFernando%2BLucchesi%252C%2B2008_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983661419009156715.post-3293361014841544625</id><published>2011-09-16T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T14:25:39.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patti Smith minha bela alterada rimbaudiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lk_HV8uRzvs/TnO49HYU0BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hpnJ84bgiY8/s1600/iMAGEM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653065317372710930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lk_HV8uRzvs/TnO49HYU0BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hpnJ84bgiY8/s200/iMAGEM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Witt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where there were angels I Saw no one. nothing. not even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;space. the air an ice milk. banana popsicle. white paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;time stretching like a hand that covers. gotta beat time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;safari. got a long, for the great departure. travel. search party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;safari. distant places. dialects, jungles, pagodas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;desert love nest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chiste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;onde estavam anjos não vi ninguém. nada. nem sequer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;espaço. o ar um leite gelado. popsicle de banana. papel branco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tempo a estender-se como uma mão que cobre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;há que vencer o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anseio pela grande partida. viajar. equipe de salvamento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;safari. lugares distantes. dialetos, selvas, pagodas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;deserto ninho de amor. &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/7983661419009156715-3293361014841544625?l=miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/feeds/3293361014841544625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983661419009156715&amp;postID=3293361014841544625' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/3293361014841544625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/3293361014841544625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/2011/09/patti-smith-minha-bela-alterada.html' title='Patti Smith minha bela alterada rimbaudiana'/><author><name>Poeta Milton César Pontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947184341263202252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX86loQ0UTI/AAAAAAAAABw/djHmIpqe8jI/S220/03.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lk_HV8uRzvs/TnO49HYU0BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hpnJ84bgiY8/s72-c/iMAGEM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983661419009156715.post-4144860643994481486</id><published>2011-09-13T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T08:04:12.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pintura de Clarice Gonçalves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rte7Q1NO1iU/TnDCCSkCOCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/878UMUTUP0M/s1600/Clarice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652230876948477986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rte7Q1NO1iU/TnDCCSkCOCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/878UMUTUP0M/s200/Clarice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A rigor a obra de Clarice Gonçalves tem um carater colorido e cheio de significados. Sua manifestação é autônoma e caminha ao encontro da genese pictórica. Suas mulheres saem do ambiente doméstico para lançar-se ao mundo. Dessa forma enfatiza nelas atravéz de pinceladas vigorosas as ressonâncias do que é transitório. Ali estão os seres reais e imaginários, as cenas corriqueiras do cotidiano numa pintura de características próprias, muito da personalidade de sua criadora. Clarice desenvolve uma pintura intencional nascida da vivência e da observação do mundo feminino na sociedade em estado selvagem. Seu pincel deslumbrado pelas luz, perturbado pelas paixões, sensivel ao simples contato com a tinta, percorre com destreza toda a superficie da tela: ali seus totens, oráculos, portais dimencionais vão tomando cor explicitando diversas questões inerentes a mulher de maneira crua, não hipinótica. De conteúdo psíquico extremamente variado a pintura de Clarice trata dos mistérios do cotidiano " do sangue indigente que escorre pelas calçadas, do ruído das ruas, da luta e do amor da mulher. Por esse motivo sua pintura não é bem comportada, mas busca a reflexão necessária para imprimir em seu trabalho as inquietações contemporâneas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652231111885946994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zZALw2urgq4/TnDCP9xfgHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rh_zr_7oOXQ/s200/clarice%2Bgon%25C3%25A7alves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983661419009156715-4144860643994481486?l=miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/feeds/4144860643994481486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983661419009156715&amp;postID=4144860643994481486' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/4144860643994481486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/4144860643994481486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/2011/09/pintura-de-clarice-goncalves.html' title='A Pintura de Clarice Gonçalves'/><author><name>Poeta Milton César Pontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947184341263202252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX86loQ0UTI/AAAAAAAAABw/djHmIpqe8jI/S220/03.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rte7Q1NO1iU/TnDCCSkCOCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/878UMUTUP0M/s72-c/Clarice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983661419009156715.post-6396857545646984173</id><published>2009-02-03T05:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:15:51.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milton César Pontes - Lavras Novas/MG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SYhCTiO5QoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3IEkdTwSDDI/s1600-h/milton+grafoemas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298557864975614594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SYhCTiO5QoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3IEkdTwSDDI/s320/milton+grafoemas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Foto Lorena Romã)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tranquilidade ..&lt;/span&gt; sempre!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983661419009156715-6396857545646984173?l=miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/feeds/6396857545646984173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983661419009156715&amp;postID=6396857545646984173' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/6396857545646984173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/6396857545646984173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/2009/02/milton-cesar-pontes-lavras-novasmg.html' title='Milton César Pontes - Lavras Novas/MG'/><author><name>Poeta Milton César Pontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947184341263202252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX86loQ0UTI/AAAAAAAAABw/djHmIpqe8jI/S220/03.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SYhCTiO5QoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3IEkdTwSDDI/s72-c/milton+grafoemas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983661419009156715.post-1628229901845760441</id><published>2009-02-02T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:51:35.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para sentir / guardo nesses versos / o eterno que vivemos / os momentos que possuímos a vida em flores / por você falo com Deus / e não há segredos no universo/ o tempo impõe-se / esmaltado o céu permanece / os sonhos são chamas / as aves seguem seu curso na liberdade dos ventos / aconchego o perfume / brisas da tua voz / quebre tudo / e não destrua a beleza do gesto / dê-me um sorriso e diga: nos veremos novamente / na distância rubis e esmeraldas / o sabre que fere / mas / quando te vejo / quando você toca / tudo passa / tudo tem cura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miltoncésarpontes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983661419009156715-1628229901845760441?l=miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/feeds/1628229901845760441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983661419009156715&amp;postID=1628229901845760441' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/1628229901845760441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/1628229901845760441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/2009/02/cinema.html' title='Cinema'/><author><name>Poeta Milton César Pontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947184341263202252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX86loQ0UTI/AAAAAAAAABw/djHmIpqe8jI/S220/03.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983661419009156715.post-3068974823057390721</id><published>2009-01-27T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:20:21.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milton César Pontes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Milton César Pontes em&lt;/span&gt; EE TU MAO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX85HW9iF1I/AAAAAAAAABg/17VjjPk1CRk/s1600-h/milton+ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296014485396526930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX85HW9iF1I/AAAAAAAAABg/17VjjPk1CRk/s320/milton+ok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983661419009156715-3068974823057390721?l=miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/feeds/3068974823057390721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983661419009156715&amp;postID=3068974823057390721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/3068974823057390721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/3068974823057390721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Milton César Pontes'/><author><name>Poeta Milton César Pontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947184341263202252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX86loQ0UTI/AAAAAAAAABw/djHmIpqe8jI/S220/03.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX85HW9iF1I/AAAAAAAAABg/17VjjPk1CRk/s72-c/milton+ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983661419009156715.post-1560726550945753465</id><published>2009-01-27T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:46:22.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>permito</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX86OJy9TTI/AAAAAAAAABo/zYuua1c_5vg/s1600-h/amendoas+olho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296015701633223986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX86OJy9TTI/AAAAAAAAABo/zYuua1c_5vg/s320/amendoas+olho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu permito cores em mim&lt;br /&gt;de cócoras num banco sou tela&lt;br /&gt;nas árvores espelhos gotas de chuva&lt;br /&gt;e não sou quem penso ser&lt;br /&gt;quando me apaixono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu permito sabores em mim&lt;br /&gt;em pé na mesa sou poema&lt;br /&gt;a noite céu pleno de lua&lt;br /&gt;e sou muito diferente de mim&lt;br /&gt;quando estou amando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu permito perfumes em mim&lt;br /&gt;deitado na praça sou escultura&lt;br /&gt;nas pétalas da flor a suavidade do amor&lt;br /&gt;e existo dentro de você&lt;br /&gt;quando distâncias nos separam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu permito sons em mim&lt;br /&gt;cantando sou melodia na sua voz&lt;br /&gt;e não tenho segredos demais&lt;br /&gt;se me tocas sonho cometo loucuras&lt;br /&gt;no mundo fora de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miltoncésarpontes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983661419009156715-1560726550945753465?l=miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/feeds/1560726550945753465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983661419009156715&amp;postID=1560726550945753465' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/1560726550945753465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/1560726550945753465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/2009/01/permito.html' title='permito'/><author><name>Poeta Milton César Pontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947184341263202252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX86loQ0UTI/AAAAAAAAABw/djHmIpqe8jI/S220/03.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX86OJy9TTI/AAAAAAAAABo/zYuua1c_5vg/s72-c/amendoas+olho.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983661419009156715.post-2306955396313956571</id><published>2009-01-13T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:20:01.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SWzpT1VJ1KI/AAAAAAAAABY/0DS-VUcz1CI/s1600-h/01+contraste.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SWzpT1VJ1KI/AAAAAAAAABY/0DS-VUcz1CI/s320/01+contraste.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290860189196080290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto-Lorena romã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983661419009156715-2306955396313956571?l=miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/feeds/2306955396313956571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983661419009156715&amp;postID=2306955396313956571' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/2306955396313956571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/2306955396313956571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/2009/01/foto-lorena-rom.html' title=''/><author><name>Poeta Milton César Pontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947184341263202252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX86loQ0UTI/AAAAAAAAABw/djHmIpqe8jI/S220/03.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SWzpT1VJ1KI/AAAAAAAAABY/0DS-VUcz1CI/s72-c/01+contraste.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983661419009156715.post-6228197471194176012</id><published>2009-01-07T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:22:09.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SWTs68nZ-PI/AAAAAAAAABQ/80cjAUndawM/s1600-h/S6302221PEQUENA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288612359887780082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SWTs68nZ-PI/AAAAAAAAABQ/80cjAUndawM/s320/S6302221PEQUENA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vida no cardume dos dias &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é alegria mas também é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vida na relva das horas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é paixão mas também acaso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque é flor é jasmim essa flora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque é som é perfume essa asa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nem por isso é jardim o mel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nem por isso é intimidade a luz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vida mistura os sonhos o tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vida revela os espaços a dor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vida no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incomum&lt;/span&gt; de um eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vida comum sem retorno em nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;miltoncésarpontes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983661419009156715-6228197471194176012?l=miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/feeds/6228197471194176012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983661419009156715&amp;postID=6228197471194176012' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/6228197471194176012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983661419009156715/posts/default/6228197471194176012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miltoncesarpontes.blogspot.com/2009/01/coito.html' title='coito'/><author><name>Poeta Milton César Pontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947184341263202252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SX86loQ0UTI/AAAAAAAAABw/djHmIpqe8jI/S220/03.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Kdtq1vUrVI/SWTs68nZ-PI/AAAAAAAAABQ/80cjAUndawM/s72-c/S6302221PEQUENA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
