<?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-4005156177506604132</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:33:44.967-07:00</updated><category term='vida; ilusão; outono'/><category term='ritmo; abandono; flor'/><category term='Eva Reis; Trova; Memória'/><title type='text'>CANTARES EVA REIS</title><subtitle type='html'>EVA DE SOUZA DOS REIS BAKÔ, nome poético EVA REIS, é a expressão simbólica da Arte Poética da Trova: Membro da Academia de Letras do Triângulo Mineiro e da Academia Municipalista de Letras de Belo Horizonte também é a presidente da União Brasileira dos Trovadores, delegacia de Uberaba - Minas Gerais.
A grandiosa autora de FIANDEIRA, de AVENCA Ó VERDE AVENQUINHA, de CANTARES TROVAS DE OUTONO, cronista ímpar do extinto LAVOURA &amp;amp; COMÉRCIO de Uberaba-MG.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carlos Roberto Fernandes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_snZul-N5XFs/SmOKfB7e8yI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8omMdTy_cUI/S220/carlos+e+adilson+FOTOS+senpe+rio+de+janeiro+2009+093.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-4005156177506604132.post-3435930767300161132</id><published>2011-05-29T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T17:50:03.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eva Reis; Trova; Memória'/><title type='text'>MEMÓRIA E TROVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;"A TROVA QUE FAZ HISTÓRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;E FICA SENDO A MAIOR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;É AQUELA QUE, DE MEMÓRIA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;TODA GENTE DIZ DE COR."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;EVA REIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005156177506604132-3435930767300161132?l=evareis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/feeds/3435930767300161132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005156177506604132&amp;postID=3435930767300161132' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/3435930767300161132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/3435930767300161132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/2011/05/memoria-e-trova.html' title='MEMÓRIA E TROVA'/><author><name>Carlos Roberto Fernandes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_snZul-N5XFs/SmOKfB7e8yI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8omMdTy_cUI/S220/carlos+e+adilson+FOTOS+senpe+rio+de+janeiro+2009+093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005156177506604132.post-7695444149578955787</id><published>2011-05-29T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T17:44:32.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo Solto</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BoumRgUljzM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005156177506604132-7695444149578955787?l=evareis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/feeds/7695444149578955787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005156177506604132&amp;postID=7695444149578955787' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/7695444149578955787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/7695444149578955787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/2011/05/anjo-solto.html' title='Anjo Solto'/><author><name>Carlos Roberto Fernandes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_snZul-N5XFs/SmOKfB7e8yI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8omMdTy_cUI/S220/carlos+e+adilson+FOTOS+senpe+rio+de+janeiro+2009+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BoumRgUljzM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005156177506604132.post-8584370252704853762</id><published>2010-09-06T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T12:45:04.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVA REIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EVA REIS DAS MIL COLINAS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CARÍSSIMA FIANDEIRA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ÉS TROVADORA DE MINAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NOS VERSOS DA VIDA INTEIRA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Eva Reis  nasceu em 11 de dezembro de 1922 e faleceu em 15 de agosto de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005156177506604132-8584370252704853762?l=evareis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/feeds/8584370252704853762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005156177506604132&amp;postID=8584370252704853762' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/8584370252704853762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/8584370252704853762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/2010/09/eva-reis-das-mil-colinas-carissima.html' title='EVA REIS'/><author><name>Carlos Roberto Fernandes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_snZul-N5XFs/SmOKfB7e8yI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8omMdTy_cUI/S220/carlos+e+adilson+FOTOS+senpe+rio+de+janeiro+2009+093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005156177506604132.post-3358531899044721432</id><published>2007-04-28T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:23:01.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TROVA 287</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RjOe6wOe0hI/AAAAAAAAALY/4aO3GXTRFc4/s1600-h/24-03-07_1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058561538682442258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RjOe6wOe0hI/AAAAAAAAALY/4aO3GXTRFc4/s400/24-03-07_1011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUE CHAPÉU EXTRAVAGANTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESSA MADAME TRAVESSA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIROU MODA DE ELEGANTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- PÔR CHAPÉU SEM TER CABEÇA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Do Livro Cantares Trovas de Outono, 1a. edição, 1997, p.126)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005156177506604132-3358531899044721432?l=evareis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/feeds/3358531899044721432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005156177506604132&amp;postID=3358531899044721432' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/3358531899044721432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/3358531899044721432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/2007/04/trova-287.html' title='TROVA 287'/><author><name>Carlos Roberto Fernandes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_snZul-N5XFs/SmOKfB7e8yI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8omMdTy_cUI/S220/carlos+e+adilson+FOTOS+senpe+rio+de+janeiro+2009+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RjOe6wOe0hI/AAAAAAAAALY/4aO3GXTRFc4/s72-c/24-03-07_1011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005156177506604132.post-5583676420307591971</id><published>2007-03-24T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T06:35:50.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RACHEL DE QUEIROZ E EVA REIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgUpGMMEPvI/AAAAAAAAALE/aESzRGsIm8s/s1600-h/24-03-07_1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045484143866298098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgUpGMMEPvI/AAAAAAAAALE/aESzRGsIm8s/s400/24-03-07_1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Da Academia Brasileira de Letras, Rachel de Queiroz encontra-se com Eva Reis em 18 de dezembro de 1994 e, após ter lido os originais de Cantares publicados posteriormente em 1997, escreve nota de deferência que se tornará em 1998 o prefácio da segunda edição da obra poética. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nos dois últimos parágrafos, escreve Rachel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Mineira, família de artistas, Eva Reis nasceu poeta; e nas pequenas jóias que são as suas trovas, sabe pôr todo um mundo de sentimentos e conceitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Versos que são para amar, ler, decorar, recitar... Desejando que esta coletânea de "Trovas de Outono" sejam reconhecidas como antológicas, tais como as que as precederam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rachel de Queiroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rio, 18-12-1994"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005156177506604132-5583676420307591971?l=evareis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/feeds/5583676420307591971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005156177506604132&amp;postID=5583676420307591971' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/5583676420307591971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/5583676420307591971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/2007/03/rachel-de-queiroz-e-eva-reis.html' title='RACHEL DE QUEIROZ E EVA REIS'/><author><name>Carlos Roberto Fernandes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_snZul-N5XFs/SmOKfB7e8yI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8omMdTy_cUI/S220/carlos+e+adilson+FOTOS+senpe+rio+de+janeiro+2009+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgUpGMMEPvI/AAAAAAAAALE/aESzRGsIm8s/s72-c/24-03-07_1008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005156177506604132.post-2200070779811293693</id><published>2007-03-23T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T05:22:01.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHORAR É MEU DESAFIO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgQRUMMEPtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Y6Z17SsRXM4/s1600-h/23-03-07_1203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045176521128689362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgQRUMMEPtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Y6Z17SsRXM4/s400/23-03-07_1203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORAR É MEU DESAFIO,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TUAS MÁGOAS NÃO ME CONTE;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUEM SABE O QUE CHORA O RIO,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUANDO PASSA PELA PONTE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Do livro Cantares, 1a. edição, 1997, página 84)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(a trova acima está reproduzida exatamente como foi impressa; há erro, sem dúvida, no segundo e quarto versos, considerando o pronome pessoal na 2a. pessoa do singular [tuas]. O 2o. verso deveria ser&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tuas&lt;/span&gt; mágoas não me &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;contes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nesse caso, o 4o. verso mudaria para&lt;/span&gt; "Quando &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;passas&lt;/span&gt; pelas &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pontes&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ou qualquer outro verso que a poetisa considere adequado.) &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/4005156177506604132-2200070779811293693?l=evareis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/feeds/2200070779811293693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005156177506604132&amp;postID=2200070779811293693' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/2200070779811293693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/2200070779811293693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/2007/03/chorar-meu-desafio.html' title='CHORAR É MEU DESAFIO...'/><author><name>Carlos Roberto Fernandes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_snZul-N5XFs/SmOKfB7e8yI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8omMdTy_cUI/S220/carlos+e+adilson+FOTOS+senpe+rio+de+janeiro+2009+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgQRUMMEPtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Y6Z17SsRXM4/s72-c/23-03-07_1203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005156177506604132.post-7559718490977759804</id><published>2007-03-23T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T05:36:38.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEIO AS BRUMAS DO ABANDONO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgQNDcMEPqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hkeoXW0nwX8/s1600-h/23-03-07_1145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045171835319369378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgQNDcMEPqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hkeoXW0nwX8/s400/23-03-07_1145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;MEIO AS BRUMAS DO ABANDONO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;QUÃO INTENSA ANSIEDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;-CAINDO FOLHAS DE OUTONO - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;NOS REENCONTROS DA SAUDADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Do livro Cantares, 2a. edição, 1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Considerando o direito do poeta de fazer ou não fazer as junções que julgar adequadas, sugiro a seguinte a leitura técnica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;mei/o as/ bru/mas/ do a/ban/&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;/no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;quão/in/ten/sa an/si/  e / &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; /de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;ca/in/do/ fo/ lhas/ de ou/ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;/ no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;nos/ re en/ con/ tros / da/ sau/ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; / de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&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/4005156177506604132-7559718490977759804?l=evareis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/feeds/7559718490977759804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005156177506604132&amp;postID=7559718490977759804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/7559718490977759804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/7559718490977759804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/2007/03/meio-as-brumas-do-abandono.html' title='MEIO AS BRUMAS DO ABANDONO...'/><author><name>Carlos Roberto Fernandes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_snZul-N5XFs/SmOKfB7e8yI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8omMdTy_cUI/S220/carlos+e+adilson+FOTOS+senpe+rio+de+janeiro+2009+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgQNDcMEPqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hkeoXW0nwX8/s72-c/23-03-07_1145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005156177506604132.post-4919019919563844966</id><published>2007-03-22T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T05:46:39.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELOGIO A EVA REIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgJ9JMMEPnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KlbDDQuAfjw/s1600-h/22-03-07_0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044732129452506738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgJ9JMMEPnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KlbDDQuAfjw/s400/22-03-07_0808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Para que alguém ajuize com acerto com respeito a determinada experiência -em osso caso a experiência poética- precisa enumerar quantos anos gastou dentro dela, vivendo-lhe as características... é indispensável perseverar com alguém ou com alguma coisa que nos ajude e edifique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eva Reis, através de suas trovas, demonstra as experiências e vivências de uma pessoa aberta, desperta e disponível para as verdades simples e essenciais à vida; verdades, portanto, mergulhadas em lirismo e em romantismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Não é a vontade de sucesso, mas a vida cotidiana de quem vive cada momento com itensidade e paixão eróticas -evocando o vigor de EROS, energia da vida - que produz algo assim, por exemplo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não sopre a vela, querida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que a chama por si se apaga:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a chama é o sonho da vida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nos enleva e afaga".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(a poetisa permite-se a não fazer junção das vogais A e E, a leitura técnica do quarto verso deve ser: que/ nos/ en/ le/ va/ e/ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fa&lt;/span&gt;/ ga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;(página 66 de "Cantares", 1a. edição, 1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Devido a este amargor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de tanta ilusão perdida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;invejo a sorte da flor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- murchar no esplendor da vida".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(a leitura técnica do primeiro verso deve ser: De/ vi/ do a/ es/ te a / mar / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;(página 69 de "Cantares", 1a. edição, 1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Santa Bárbara, piedade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acalma a chuva e o trovão...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já tenho uma tempestade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dentro do meu coração".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;(página 74 de "Cantares", 1a. edição, 1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observem os senhores e as senhoras que as iniciais dos versos da 2a, 3a, e 4a linhas não têm iniciais maiúsculas; ou seja, a poetisa não trabalha com abstrações, idealismos: tudo é fruto de vivência de quem sabe que a vida é construída e realizada e não idealizada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&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-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A construção de uma vida assim é que dá autoridade e competência para fazer esta trova:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Chorar é meu desafio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuas mágoas não me conte;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem sabe o que chora o rio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando passa pela ponte?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;(Página 84 de "Cantares", 1a. edição, 1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eva Reis está mais uma vez imortalizada e exposta em "Cantares, Trovas de Outono", assim como o esteve em "Fiandeira".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005156177506604132-4919019919563844966?l=evareis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/feeds/4919019919563844966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005156177506604132&amp;postID=4919019919563844966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/4919019919563844966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/4919019919563844966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/2007/03/elogio-eva-reis.html' title='ELOGIO A EVA REIS'/><author><name>Carlos Roberto Fernandes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_snZul-N5XFs/SmOKfB7e8yI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8omMdTy_cUI/S220/carlos+e+adilson+FOTOS+senpe+rio+de+janeiro+2009+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgJ9JMMEPnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KlbDDQuAfjw/s72-c/22-03-07_0808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005156177506604132.post-6913159575548418429</id><published>2007-03-22T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:26:35.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ritmo; abandono; flor'/><title type='text'>SOU A FLOR DE RITMO LEVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgQNicMEPrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JyfShAhyiIE/s1600-h/23-03-07_1204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045172367895314098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgQNicMEPrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JyfShAhyiIE/s400/23-03-07_1204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou a flor de ritmo leve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;com luares de abandono,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-flor presente, em tempo breve,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;exalando o seu outono.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;(Do Livro Cantares, Eva Reis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4005156177506604132-6913159575548418429?l=evareis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/feeds/6913159575548418429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005156177506604132&amp;postID=6913159575548418429' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/6913159575548418429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/6913159575548418429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/2007/03/sou-flor-de-ritmo-leve.html' title='SOU A FLOR DE RITMO LEVE...'/><author><name>Carlos Roberto Fernandes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_snZul-N5XFs/SmOKfB7e8yI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8omMdTy_cUI/S220/carlos+e+adilson+FOTOS+senpe+rio+de+janeiro+2009+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgQNicMEPrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JyfShAhyiIE/s72-c/23-03-07_1204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005156177506604132.post-2211816604367832694</id><published>2007-03-22T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T05:36:57.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida; ilusão; outono'/><title type='text'>CHEGO AO OUTONO DA VIDA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgJ4XcMEPmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bVkVw8IZMUE/s1600-h/22-03-07_0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044726876707503714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgJ4XcMEPmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bVkVw8IZMUE/s400/22-03-07_0808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chego ao outono da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;vendo a folha da ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;bailando verde, garrida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sem querer cair no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Do Livro Cantares, Eva Reis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4005156177506604132-2211816604367832694?l=evareis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/feeds/2211816604367832694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005156177506604132&amp;postID=2211816604367832694' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/2211816604367832694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005156177506604132/posts/default/2211816604367832694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evareis.blogspot.com/2007/03/chego-ao-outono-da-vida.html' title='CHEGO AO OUTONO DA VIDA...'/><author><name>Carlos Roberto Fernandes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_snZul-N5XFs/SmOKfB7e8yI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8omMdTy_cUI/S220/carlos+e+adilson+FOTOS+senpe+rio+de+janeiro+2009+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_snZul-N5XFs/RgJ4XcMEPmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bVkVw8IZMUE/s72-c/22-03-07_0808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
