tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241524062011-11-05T23:51:12.794-07:00Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-29998517732832684102009-09-16T04:00:00.000-07:002009-09-16T04:12:33.266-07:00<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="UIStory_Message">O Som é o I da mudança que se contorse com as vibrações do Om</span></h3><br />O I, de tão camaleão move sua singularidade rígida a um S plural,<br />plural, como na dança, o som precisa de acompanhante,<br />e nessas horas até a solidão nos serve de companhia.<br /><br /><br />Maurício de Oliveira Jr.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-2999851773283268410?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-32609099540251283072009-08-11T19:04:00.001-07:002009-08-11T19:05:31.269-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SoIjVb1whYI/AAAAAAAAASk/LkDY-e0xipk/s1600-h/flyer+grafite+cópia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368892556936512898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SoIjVb1whYI/AAAAAAAAASk/LkDY-e0xipk/s400/flyer+grafite+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span> </div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-3260909954025128307?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-91975645957638460912009-08-10T18:51:00.000-07:002009-08-10T18:56:50.629-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Domingo 23!!!!</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SoDO8v-VfqI/AAAAAAAAASU/CyGjxelhc5w/s1600-h/23agosto.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SoDO8v-VfqI/AAAAAAAAASU/CyGjxelhc5w/s400/23agosto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368518298891026082" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-9197564595763846091?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-47355032367858092642009-08-09T20:38:00.001-07:002009-08-09T20:38:48.445-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Segura esse brilho!!!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ve7jlgt59RM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ve7jlgt59RM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-4735503236785809264?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-38580140213273792312009-03-19T09:08:00.000-07:002009-03-19T09:20:49.939-07:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >"Negro é Lindo"<br /><br /></span><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGSd-uyb39U&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGSd-uyb39U&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" > </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Jorge Ben e Originais do Samba - 1970</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Tempo bom que eu devo ter vivido de alguma maneira...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >talvez sendo uma samambaia do Jorge, ou agulha do seu toca discos...<br />Não sei de onde e nem como, mas devo ter ouvido Jorge antes de nascer! </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-3858014021327379231?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-91443830815192926922009-03-08T22:25:00.000-07:002009-03-08T22:59:34.679-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Natalia Matos &amp; ZiriguidumBando.7<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">[quarta]</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SbSoTy6SwWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_K5sufovWVA/s1600-h/flyer+-+11.03.09.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SbSoTy6SwWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_K5sufovWVA/s400/flyer+-+11.03.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311054918613909858" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >[clique para ampliar]<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Natalia Matos - voz</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Lucas Silva - percussão</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Maurício Oliveira - Bandolim</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Juninho Alves - Violão de 7</span><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-9144383081519292692?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-75513692618095760292009-03-08T22:23:00.001-07:002009-03-08T23:01:06.700-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Luz Marina</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >[Terça]</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SbSn2LfoiFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/REJONOuPqf4/s1600-h/bla"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SbSn2LfoiFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/REJONOuPqf4/s400/bla" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311054409816901714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">[clique para ampliar]</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >com:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >João Taubkin - baixo</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Rodolfo Stocco - violão e viola caipira</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Mauricio Oliveira - bandolim e violão tenor</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-7551369261809576029?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-42186807409460696442009-03-08T22:20:00.000-07:002009-03-08T23:08:46.591-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >T. Kaçula<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >[segunda]<br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SbSnQJigJEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0zqoSX0q9fM/s1600-h/flyer-09.03.09.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SbSnQJigJEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0zqoSX0q9fM/s400/flyer-09.03.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311053756457034818" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">[clique para ampliar]<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-4218680740946069644?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-68102423009308681492009-03-02T02:07:00.000-08:002009-03-02T02:17:00.109-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Natalia Matos &amp; Ziriguidum...bandO.7</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SauwhNq9D6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/TDh9VSc2Fiw/s1600-h/flyer-04.03.09%28b%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SauwhNq9D6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/TDh9VSc2Fiw/s400/flyer-04.03.09%28b%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308530670438256546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">[toda quarta]<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-6810242300930868149?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-9032365529266388392009-02-23T14:41:00.000-08:002009-02-26T21:19:19.941-08:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Certo dia, quando eu caminhava pelas terras dos meus sonhos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >passeei por uma aldeia, uma negrada da pesada no proceder</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >e no momento mais belo da noite, enquanto eu mirava a lua do mirante...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >o sr. mais velho da ilha, curandeiro e tudo o mais, me disse:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >A simpatia é uma virtude</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Abra teu sorriso com fé</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >e verás abrir o mar...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >desde então tenho sorrido...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >o mar vermelho tornou-se um velho amigo...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >companheiro de devaneios mundanos...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >mensageiro dos desejos mais secretos e profanos...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >vai vendo!!! </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-903236552926638839?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-9501433969278718032009-02-23T14:40:00.000-08:002009-02-24T14:23:48.371-08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/gBTZhkl5DHE&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/gBTZhkl5DHE&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-950143396927871803?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-6437607291159009412009-02-06T21:59:00.000-08:002009-02-24T14:23:48.371-08:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Carícia</span><br />(</span>Jacob do Bandolim<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">)<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gt9nSh0h9eg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gt9nSh0h9eg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-643760729115900941?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-88752851440861566912009-02-02T13:30:00.000-08:002009-02-24T14:23:07.037-08:00<div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">VIVER...</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">leveza, vez em quando<br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">é proeza</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">dos mares</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">...</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Doces Lares</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">de</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Sal</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">faça chuva ou faça sol</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Sejam mocinhas ou bandidos...</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Sal, eis a questão!!!<br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ru-fwKmD96g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ru-fwKmD96g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-8875285144086156691?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-28349052264234304942009-01-22T17:20:00.001-08:002009-02-24T14:23:58.417-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cXOe-aGxaSY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cXOe-aGxaSY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">fEliZ aNOvo!!!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-2834905226423430494?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-50869785180924626412008-11-06T21:19:00.000-08:002009-02-24T14:26:43.464-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A verdade não RIMA.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4iTCYEocnUI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4iTCYEocnUI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-5086978518092462641?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-46844304656136283522008-11-04T18:58:00.000-08:002009-02-24T14:23:48.372-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">E num é que a gente sente....</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJP4WLDEv5Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJP4WLDEv5Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-4684430465613628352?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-76308557286127818292008-10-30T21:21:00.000-07:002008-10-30T21:24:38.321-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Bora pra Feira Livre?</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SQqH1NWCK3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/z6SRTYiYXC8/s1600-h/VOADORPEOPLE.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SQqH1NWCK3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/z6SRTYiYXC8/s400/VOADORPEOPLE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263168462720740210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">[clique para ampliar]</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-7630855728612781829?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-59304642433019897062008-10-30T06:55:00.000-07:002008-10-30T07:46:23.685-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">[Auto.retrato]</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YC8sDz_V1uY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YC8sDz_V1uY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Surdina em um lamento...<br />Fantasia interna que se apresenta...<br />Qual suspiro<br />da ultima verdade a ser criada...<br />Desejo insaciável...<br />A gira do Girassol<br /><br />Descortinar da eterna exclamação<br />que se interroga reticente....<br /><br />(Maurício de Oliveira Jr.)<br />Valeu Miles!!!!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-5930464243301989706?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-91748254310939746572008-10-08T08:54:00.001-07:002008-10-08T08:54:58.366-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SOzXylANCyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2tPZireVxYc/s1600-h/atrinca.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SOzXylANCyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2tPZireVxYc/s400/atrinca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254812129160923938" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-9174825431093974657?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-81640722882490275892008-09-02T08:33:00.001-07:002008-09-02T08:38:10.713-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peito Vazio</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >(Cartola/ Elton Medeiros)</span><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/53-rCftBn0w&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/53-rCftBn0w&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-8164072288249027589?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-26350375314259553772008-09-01T17:46:00.000-07:002008-09-02T08:38:37.684-07:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sabe...<br />tem dia que elas - palavras -<br />não vêm<br /><br />tem dias que elas - mulheres -<br />não vêem<br /><br />e fica difícil dizer<br />sem elas - palavras -<br />a elas - mulheres -<br />o que é que a gente tem!<br /><br />E eis que surge o Miles<br />De além de mil milhas<br />de dentro de nós<br /><br />Dilacerando-nos os nós<br />Coletivizando nos a sós<br />Com a imensidão existente<br />entre o ser e o estar<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">permanentemente...<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dentro e fora deste<br />e doutrora...<br /><br />Estado de<br /><br /> :::::::::::::::in<br /> ::::::::::::::::::finitude<br /> :::::::::::::::in<br /> ::::::::::::::::::quietude<br /><br />on:::::::<br />:::::::::om<br /> off:::::::<br /><br />:::::::::::::::::on<br /> ::::::::::::::::::::das<br /> :::::::::::::::::::::::::da<br /> :::::::::::::::::::::mutação...<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >pois é Miles...</span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >foi assim que me senti...<br />hoje!!!</span><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tpvpyb-PXM0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tpvpyb-PXM0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-2635037531425955377?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-11086302519997293802008-08-31T18:59:00.000-07:002008-08-31T19:04:09.234-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">Isabel de Barros &amp;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ATRINCA</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SLtM6JyfMSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5EitTPZsKL4/s1600-h/image.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SLtM6JyfMSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5EitTPZsKL4/s400/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240867153319506210" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">CLIQUE PARA AMPLIAR</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">[setembro de 2008]</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-1108630251999729380?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-55211189408602023032008-08-31T18:53:00.000-07:002008-08-31T18:59:39.082-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Divulgação: Casa de Francisca</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">clique para ampliar</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SLtLbIYvJ5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/aGrStIrgv5M/s1600-h/image%282%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SLtLbIYvJ5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/aGrStIrgv5M/s400/image%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240865520855492498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">[setembro de 2008]</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-5521118940860202303?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-57877610223164602492008-08-30T04:15:00.000-07:002008-08-30T06:47:31.403-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zamba! "na Mata" </span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SLksBrnJFNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FxnpIqqOoS8/s1600-h/Zamba_NaMata.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SLksBrnJFNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FxnpIqqOoS8/s400/Zamba_NaMata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240268048820671698" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.namata.com.br/">http://www.namata.com.br/</a></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-5787761022316460249?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-24800449173384278572008-08-29T19:15:00.000-07:002008-08-29T19:35:01.781-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Talvez...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">quem sabe?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Querer, seja semente</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e Viver</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">o nutriente...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">O que frutificará?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">o que ficará?</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">!!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">!!!! !!!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">!!!Deixo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">!!!aqui um</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">!!! ! !!!beijo pra</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">!Humandidade</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alguém...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">!? quer ?!</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-2480044917338427857?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-23027953452661473842008-08-28T19:34:00.000-07:002008-08-29T19:35:01.782-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">[Quiçá?]</span><br /></div><br />Metade de mim<br />é um sexto<br />o sexto cantado<br />sentido no tato<br /><br />da boca<br /><br />o teto da alma<br /><br /><br />Acima do céu<br />o olhar<br /><br />que submerge<br />submete-se<br />às sobrancelhas<br /><br /><br />Não vê.<br /><br /><br /><br />O Terceiro que Vê<br />é o Sexto<br /><br />Sentindo no cheiro<br />dos mantos<br />Sonoros<br /><br />de aromas tropicais<br />que resurgem<br />no canto<br />do<br /><br />olhar da boca...<br /><br /><br /><br />Metade de mim é<br />um Sexto...<br /><br /><br />Visão<br />do<br />Sentir o pensar...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">- quiçá além?<br />Amém-<br />doas<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-2302795345266147384?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-5055466733605834382008-07-07T20:37:00.000-07:002008-09-02T07:35:01.999-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SHLhHATRWaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/zV4QjprDVmk/s1600-h/FEIRA.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SHLhHATRWaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/zV4QjprDVmk/s400/FEIRA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220482428531988898" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-505546673360583438?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-658761807630581672008-07-07T20:34:00.000-07:002008-09-02T07:35:02.000-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SHLge5SbWoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/69AZDIrGzfk/s1600-h/image.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/SHLge5SbWoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/69AZDIrGzfk/s400/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220481739454634626" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-65876180763058167?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira 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catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/R_4huEzWkpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ew-iS358yos/s1600-h/110408.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/R_4huEzWkpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ew-iS358yos/s400/110408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187620896224219794" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-2947236718580355980?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-44130916011050424742008-03-06T04:07:00.001-08:002008-09-02T07:35:02.002-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/R8_egz2__AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dA_GTTKa1M0/s1600-h/fransc.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/R8_egz2__AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dA_GTTKa1M0/s400/fransc.jpg" alt="" 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jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-86399092615404937662008-02-26T04:47:00.001-08:002008-09-02T07:35:02.003-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/R8QKmvFjsyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Y1TvvUAOzX0/s1600-h/SHOWLA%C3%87O.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/R8QKmvFjsyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Y1TvvUAOzX0/s400/SHOWLA%C3%87O.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171269932719256354" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-8639909261540493766?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-85013617840621890372008-02-21T07:30:00.001-08:002008-09-02T07:35:02.004-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/R72ZEfFjstI/AAAAAAAAADs/ksKd4X1NtjU/s1600-h/fran.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/R72ZEfFjstI/AAAAAAAAADs/ksKd4X1NtjU/s400/fran.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169456249634534098" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-8501361784062189037?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-48313202447684855552008-02-21T07:28:00.001-08:002008-09-02T07:35:02.004-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/R72Y1PFjssI/AAAAAAAAADk/TVHEcaolHBw/s1600-h/Isabel+e+a+Trinca.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/R72Y1PFjssI/AAAAAAAAADk/TVHEcaolHBw/s400/Isabel+e+a+Trinca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169455987641529026" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-4831320244768485555?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-1767801856514809802008-02-11T18:20:00.000-08:002008-09-02T07:35:02.005-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/R7EEI_FjsrI/AAAAAAAAADc/aU7DFOpiNnc/s1600-h/image.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYtwGn6sepM/R7EEI_FjsrI/AAAAAAAAADc/aU7DFOpiNnc/s400/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165914799990878898" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-176780185651480980?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-63654343895979724652007-04-30T19:08:00.000-07:002008-08-30T04:38:52.692-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">Quando parei</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">foi nalguma estação</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">re : . . . : pousando</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">para</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">melhor desfrutar</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">da próxima </span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">vi</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">a</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">gem</span><br /></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-6365434389597972465?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-66140431322306055432007-04-30T18:48:00.000-07:002008-08-29T19:35:01.782-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Quando viajo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Bitolado nos trilhos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Meu pensamento</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">e alma voam</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Para que de cima</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">eu veja os caminhos</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">O trem que tem sempre</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">o mesmo destino</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">não me leva nunca</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">para o mesmo lugar</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Que ao voar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">me recordo de lugares</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">que fui</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">para não mais voltar</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Que não há</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">caminho</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">de volta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">para o</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">que ou quem</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">muda toda hora</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">______Vi____ajo __________________Sem__________________pre____________</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">[()] L.........................................i. . . . . . . . . . v .r .e [ )( ]</span><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-6614043132230605543?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-50887046051022857372007-03-25T21:37:00.000-07:002008-08-29T19:35:01.783-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">não sou novela, eu sou um conto, <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">mas quando eu conto posso contar nos dedos de uma mão,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">quantas pessoas acreditam... <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">mas promete que não conta?<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">que o tempo passa e não adianta contar...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">mas mesmo assim<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">conte comigo pro que der e vier, <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">e se precisar,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">não contarei a ninguém este conto crônico do tempo caduco<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">que passa sem avisar<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>-X-<br />pobre relógio que vive a contar o tempo que perdeu<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">e vez em quando tarda a despertar <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">pra hora que parece ser a mesma de dias outrora, <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">mas que na verdade são dias que não vão mais voltar.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">E não adianta contar com as 24h do dia,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">que um dia estas horas podem não chegar...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">o tempo passa sem nem mesmo chegar...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">quem contou perdeu,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">tic-tac... <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">e o cuco ficou louco,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">e de hora em hora surta a gritar<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">tic-tac... tic-tac... <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">alguém me pode informar? <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">que horas são? <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">e que horas foram?<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">aiai... pensando bem...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">nem me conte.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""> </span>-X-<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pois eu bem sei meu bem... <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">levar o tempo de presente<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">é uma coisa que eu sempre sonhei no futuro<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">já consigo imaginar o tamanho da sacola...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">o tamanho do laço... <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">que bonito presente... (!)<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">Será loucura sonhar com um belo presente?</span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-5088704605102285737?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-1166985951418914052006-12-24T10:25:00.000-08:002008-08-29T19:35:01.783-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">"Quadradro branco sobre fundo branco"<br />A simplicidade em pessoa....<br />Aquele que me ensinou a sonhar e viver<br />as coisas mais simples da vida...<br /><br />Parecia sacar que está tudo por um triz...<br />e sendo assim pq não ser feliz?<br />É o samba, é a cerveja, é a mizade<br />é a mulherada, os sonhos de cada dia<br />é o dia-a-dia<br />um sorriso agradecendo mais um bom e novo dia<br /><br />Não tinha tempo ruim<br />a agonia as vezes nos visitava<br />mas a tirávamos de letra<br /><br />haha<br /> acho que aquele pacote de m&m's<br />ficará para uma próxima...<br /><br />Adorei conhecer sua família<br /><br />Agora entendo pq és um grande homem<br />apesar de nanico<br />hahaha<br /><br /> seus conselhos estão<br />gravados em meu coração<br />agora fique mais tranquilo<br />q os colocarei em prática<br /><br />E, mano!, repare<br />que daqui para frente<br />muitas músicas eu tocarei para vc<br /><br />Vc viu oq foi ontem?<br />Aquela roda de choro em que eu estava tocando?<br />Essa seria umas das coisas que eu lhe contaria ao vc voltar de férias<br />Mas vc com seiu jeito carpe diem de ser<br />parece que decidiu nã voltar tão cedo né<br /><br />Como eu dizia....<br />"Você tá ligado que é nóis né mano?"<br /><br />E mais um ano vem aí...<br />vou representar demais meu truta...<br />pela gente viu...<br />Tamo nessa junto!<br /><br />E orarei por sua felicidade<br />daqui...<br />e sinta se a vontade para ir me ver tocar....<br />hahaha<br />dessa vez agora vc entrará vip em todos os roles...<br />hahaha<br />agora não tem desculpas...<br /><br />Bom mano...<br />Tem muito mais coisas patra lhe dizer...<br />mas acho q por aqui já foi o suficiente<br />lembra q conversávamos<br />sobre o quanto destávamos a web...<br />hahaha<br />será q daí verás esta mensagem....<br />senão...<br />podes aparecer em minhas apresentações<br />como sempre...<br />que muitas vezes as músicas serão feitas pra vc....<br /><br />"Ai sim hein Lucão! aí sim!"<br /><br />Haha agora tomara que vc possa conhecer o Seu jair do Cavaquinho...<br />Candeia<br />Noel<br />Cartola<br />Jacob<br />Argemiro<br />Dino 7 cordas<br /> e todos aqueles grandes como vc...<br />que resolveram tirar férias!<br />abraços mano!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-116698595141891405?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-1160691378493558832006-10-12T14:48:00.000-07:002008-08-29T19:35:01.783-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mos ao soM</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Mu" si cai</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">parece dançar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Mu" dança</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Que tu, Deus que é</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">sabes que os sons e os sonhos são</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">a manifestação do infinito</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">O eterno</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dança</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">que eu como sempre</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">farei de nossas vidas canções</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Eternas.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Que como já dito outrora </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">por um sábio cancioneiro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"O eterno Deus 'Mu' dança"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">da canção que a vida faz e não se cansa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"E no canto do olho a menina ainda dança"?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Será está uma filha tua? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Meu querido Deus, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mu...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dançai-<strong>moS</strong> ao <strong>Som</strong> do eterno</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Deus</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">TransformAção</span></div><br /><div align="right">Tenho Dito</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-116069137849355883?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-1158024201594247362006-09-11T18:15:00.000-07:002008-08-29T19:35:01.784-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Untitled</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">pra começar sei lá</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">não sei se vezes canso de sonhar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">se olhos cansam de olhar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">se bocas cansam de beijar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">e se não cansam pedem paciência e descansam</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">descansam do saber e da ciência e quiçá, por sapiençia</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Não sei se sei</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">queria não querer saber</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Se me olhas como meus olhos pensam</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">se o que pensas é o que vejo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">e se vejo, não sei o que sou e o que é </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">não sei e sinto</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">não sei o que</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">e</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">queria não querer saber</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Só sei que agora penso em você</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">e acho que continuarei pensando</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">ainda que na ache o que procurava</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">se é que ainda procuro</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">não sei se quero saber </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">não sei e sinto</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">que o que sinto é saudades de você.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">quantos pontos finais</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">ainda serão sinais</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">de recomeço?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-115802420159424736?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-1158023526337621832006-09-11T17:24:00.000-07:002008-08-29T19:35:01.784-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Repetição?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Preste atenção!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Que viver é um processo...</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3414/2501/1600/DSC02049.5.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3414/2501/200/DSC02049.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Complexo e composto</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">de caminhos que se cruzam e se bifurcam...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">que tornam a se encontrar nas esquinas<br />e nos clubes das esquinas...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Quem sabe? viver seja uma travessia...</span><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3414/2501/1600/DSC02049.4.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3414/2501/320/DSC02049.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Haverá sempre esta sensação</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">de estar no meio do caminho?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">E se tinha uma pedra no meio do caminho...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">O que dela fora feito? </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">E o meio às vezes me parece com o começo...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3414/2501/1600/DSC02049.3.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3414/2501/400/DSC02049.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Como tenho dito:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A fila anda e o samba é pra frente...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Se oriente rapaz"!<br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3414/2501/1600/DSC02049.0.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">E quem um dia me dirá?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Quantos pontos finais ainda serão sinas de recomeço? </span><br /><br />. . .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-115802352633762183?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-1157864935127831872006-09-09T22:03:00.000-07:002009-02-24T14:26:43.465-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3414/2501/1600/DSC02032.1.jpg"><strong><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3414/2501/400/DSC02032.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a>:::::::::::::::::::::::::: Re::::: co ::::::::::::::: meço::::::::::::::::: </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-115786493512783187?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-1156628222290667222006-08-26T14:09:00.000-07:002009-02-24T14:26:43.466-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3414/2501/1600/DSC02032.jpg"></a><br />Re<br />:: começ<strong>O</strong><br /><br />::::::::::::<strong>P</strong>elo novo:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::<br />:::::::::::: :::::::::::::::: e velho (?):::::::::::::::::::::::::<br />:::::: iníc<strong>I</strong>o ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::<br />:::::::::: <strong>Que</strong> outrora :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::<br />fim::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::<br />::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::: e agora ::::::::::::::::: :::::::<br />::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: começo ::::::::::::::::::::::<br />:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::<br />::::::::::: <strong>M</strong>icrosocópiamente::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::<br />::::::::::: <strong>U</strong>niversal :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::<br />::::::can<strong>T </strong>::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::<br />::::::am<strong>A</strong> :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::<br />::::::::::: <strong>N </strong>::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::<br />::::::::::: <strong>T </strong>:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::<br />::::::::: d<strong>E</strong> tudo que transborda e se esvai para se tornar essência<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-115662822229066722?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-1148423902886061912006-05-23T15:31:00.000-07:002008-08-29T19:33:22.461-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3414/2501/1600/essas%20cordas%20de%20a%3F%3Fo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3414/2501/320/essas%20cordas%20de%20a%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Samba e choro no consulado da cachaça!<br /><br />Olá pessoal, deixo-lhes o endereço da apresntação que o meu grupo fará nesta sexta-feira 26.....<br /><br />Aí vai...<br /><br />Consulado da Cachaça<br /><br />R. Sta. Justina, 434 - Vila Olímpia<br />próximo a FMU da av. Sto Amaro<br /><br />22h - $5 de cover<br /><br />Obrigado e compareçam<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-114842390288606191?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24152406.post-1146756665602529272006-05-04T08:30:00.000-07:002008-08-29T19:33:22.461-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3414/2501/1600/DSC02196.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3414/2501/320/DSC02196.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Não sei e ninguém viu...<br /><br />Nossa! Faz tanto tempo que eu não escrevo<br />que não sei se reescrevo ou descrevo<br /><br />Descrever oque não vêem<br />Pode ser que não convém<br />Sei que tudo vai e tudo vem<br />E o que vem, eu sei que vai.<br /><br />Quem vai me dizer que vem?<br />Sem dizer, a outrem, que vai?<br />E quem vem?<br />Não sabe se vai<br /><br />Jå não sei mais<br />se sou o homem que vai<br />ou o homem que vem...<br /><br />Por onde os caminhos nos levam?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24152406-114675666560252927?l=negropazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício de Oliveira jR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14372410164786753353noreply@blogger.com0