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navegaremos os rios cuiabá e paraguai com espírito aberto - de 19 de junho a 9 de julho de 2006 - para comunicar nossa arte e aprender com toda essa gente.carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-9479783817238352232013-02-14T11:11:00.001-02:002013-02-14T11:13:02.108-02:00RE ENCONTRO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1155897124075082472006-08-18T07:25:00.000-03:002006-08-18T07:32:04.076-03:00objeto de desejo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/soles.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/soles.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />"Se eu não vejo <br /><br />a mulher que <br /><br />eu mais desejo <br /><br />nada que <br /><br />eu veja <br /><br />vale o que <br /><br />eu não vejo" <br /><br />( Poema de Augusto de Campos adaptado de Bernart de Ventadorn ) ...carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1154780504002080462006-08-05T09:19:00.000-03:002006-08-05T09:24:11.490-03:00verso e reverso<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/meninos1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/meninos1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />era assim<br /><br />como se eu saísse do mundo<br /><br />e entrasse<br /><br />num universo<br /><br />diverso<br /><br /><br /><br />o inverso<br /><br />era assim<br /><br />como se eu entrasse no mundo<br /><br />e saísse<br /><br />eclipse<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />o mundo<br /><br />então<br /><br />era algo assim<br /><br />como um verso<br /><br />reverso<br /><br />em mim<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/meninos2.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/meninos2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />.carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1154528316071107012006-08-02T11:13:00.000-03:002006-08-02T11:18:36.163-03:00oxalá meu pai, tenha pena de nós, tenha dó ...se a volta do mundo é grande, seu poder é bem maior !<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/DSC_0870.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/DSC_0870.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />preciso ir <br />até onde<br />a intuição<br />me levar<br /><br />além<br />de onde<br />a imaginação<br />me leva<br /><br />ser pluma<br />planar<br />onde<br />nada <br />nem<br />ninguém<br />há <br />de estar<br /><br />devo ir<br /><br />preciso<br /><br />impreciso<br />lácarol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1154347061755463582006-07-31T08:44:00.000-03:002006-07-31T17:56:01.470-03:00nem tudo que reluz é ouro<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/DSC_3974.2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/DSC_3974.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />paisagem com filtrocarol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1154013067952082232006-07-27T11:57:00.000-03:002006-07-27T12:29:08.783-03:00ao que parece o tempo passa a gente esquece<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/DSC_4061.2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/DSC_4061.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />parece sim<br />estamos <br />ainda mais<br />desolados<br /><br />nos preparando <br /><br />parece sim<br />que mercúrio <br />está retrógrado<br />e ainda mais<br /><br />estático<br /><br />parece que <br />buscamos<br />o imponderável<br />tocamos <br />o impalpável<br />enxergamos<br />o invisível<br /><br />parece sim<br />estamos juntos<br />num lugar passado<br />e agora<br />estamos juntos<br />no futuro<br /><br />parece que <br />o tempo<br />perdeu-me<br />e perdeu-se<br /><br />parece que <br />o destino<br />destina-se<br />sempre<br />ao mesmo lugar<br /><br />buscamos<br />reencontros<br /><br />talvez<br /><br />beber<br />muito<br />mais<br />água<br />até <br />ficarmos<br />totalmente<br />novamente<br />desnecessariamente<br />embriagadoscarol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1153484058494213162006-07-21T09:12:00.000-03:002006-07-21T11:42:01.493-03:00um silêncio vale mais que mil palavras ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/silencio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/silencio.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1153315277529120982006-07-19T10:20:00.000-03:002006-07-19T10:21:17.543-03:00partículasa chegada<br /><br />é simplesmente<br /><br />mais difícil<br /><br />que a partida<br /><br /><br />encontrar<br /><br />o que éramos<br /><br />antes<br /><br />de irmos<br /><br /><br />nós<br /><br />que já <br /><br />nem somos mais<br /><br />aqueles<br /><br />de antes<br /><br />e agora<br /><br />mesmo<br /><br />voltamos<br /><br />devagar<br /><br />a ser<br /><br />o que<br /><br />já era<br /><br />mais<br /><br />aquilo tudo<br /><br />que se foicarol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152641069695571142006-07-11T14:58:00.001-03:002006-07-11T15:33:12.733-03:00cidades<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/ceu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/ceu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />saudades de céu<br /><br />azul cuiabá<br /><br />saudades de céu<br /><br />espelho de rio no mar<br /><br />saudades de céu<br /><br />sem pálido cinza<br /><br />saudades de não <br /><br />estar aqui ou ali<br /><br />saudades de estar<br /><br />em outro lugar<br /><br />.carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152641086322135902006-07-11T14:58:00.000-03:002006-07-11T15:04:46.333-03:00cidadessaudades do céu<br /><br />azul cuiabá<br /><br />saudades do céu<br /><br />espelho de rio no mar<br /><br />saudades do céu<br /><br />sem pálido cinza<br /><br />saudades de não <br /><br />estar ou ali<br /><br />saudades de estar<br /><br />em outro lugarcarol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152545174415162882006-07-10T12:21:00.000-03:002006-07-10T12:37:14.970-03:00chegadachegar em casa<br /><br />abrir as malas<br /><br />e os arquivos<br /><br />desfazer a cama<br /><br />refletir sobre<br /><br />simplesmente<br /><br />estar vivo<br /><br />a finitude do planeta<br /><br />a imensidão do infinito<br /><br />apreender o ciclo <br /><br />da lua<br /><br />e da terra<br /><br />a intuição do fogo<br /><br />chama que arde<br /><br />queima<br /><br />como as gotas<br /><br />da água<br /><br />chuva<br /><br />que<br /><br />cai<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/chuva.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/chuva.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152392480439611942006-07-08T18:00:00.000-03:002006-07-08T18:11:11.286-03:00devoçãona noite estrelada<br />só o cruzeiro do sul <br />é meu norte<br /><br />no céu infinito<br />é como se eu me<br />sentisse assim tão longe<br /><br />no espelho desse rio<br />te enxergar de um jeito<br />diferente, impreciso<br /><br />eu preciso desse mar<br />que vai chegar<br />e um dia vai levar<br />pra nunca mais<br />o mesmo rio<br />que me faz cantar<br />outra vez<br />canto porque choro<br />choro porque rezo<br />rezo porque vivo<br />vivo porque canto<br />amor, cio, devoção<br /><br />tetê e jerrycarol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152392404719389012006-07-08T17:44:00.000-03:002006-07-08T18:06:31.870-03:00despedidasestamos em campo grande<br /><br />verônica e marcio aurélio ficaram no aeroporto e já devem estar em cuibá a essa hora<br /><br />o blass ficou em corumbá, amanhã ele segue para o salar da bolívia com suas botas de asas<br /><br />quem é daqui está em casa, o sandro, o jerry ...<br /><br />o alex já encontrou seu filhinho daniel <br /><br />seguiremos para são paulo num vôo madrugada, alzira, tetê, marcelinho e eu<br /><br />lucina vai para o rio, onde faz um show na quarta-feira ...<br /><br />nos abraçamos com carinho, agradecidos<br /><br />nos olhamos<br /><br />no fundo dos olhos o reflexo das águas ainda marejavam<br /><br />a alzira disse <span style="font-style:italic;">...por isso tome folego...</span> <br /><br /><br />durante os 20 dias de expedição compomos 15 canções, as letras estão publicadas e assim que possível também as músicas poderão ser ouvidas nesse espaço.<br /><br />a partir de amanhã novas fotos e comentários sobre a expedição, takes do documentário, enfim ainda tem muita história pra contar<br /><br />a idéia é manter, nesse espaço aberto, uma pequena porta para o infinito<br /><br />.carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152303207873928332006-07-08T10:13:00.000-03:002006-07-08T08:40:27.693-03:00convite<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/martin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/320/martin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />convite<br /><br />feitiço de onça<br />grito de arancuã<br />olhos de jacaré<br />bico de bem-ti-vi<br /><br />a linda jaçana<br />pula de flor em flor<br />o martim-pescador<br />cortou o azul do céu<br /><br />no cipó da manhã<br />o sol já vai alto<br /><br />espelho d'água<br />espelha a alma<br />ao som do sapo<br />a lua canta<br /><br />os vagalumes<br />estão grilantes<br />e as estrelas<br />tão cintilantes<br /><br />embalando a noite<br />já é madrugada<br /><br />estão todos convidados<br />convidados<br />estão todos convidados<br /><br />é gavião<br />cabeça-seca<br />a juriti<br />e o jaó<br /><br />a capivara<br />a sucuri<br />gato-do-mato<br />arariranha<br /><br />e as formigas<br />as borboletas<br />os ribeirinhos<br />o comandante e a tripulação<br /><br />tetê e carolcarol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152302925162534182006-07-07T23:44:00.000-03:002006-07-08T00:49:09.856-03:00lua em pauta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lua.3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/lua.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lua2.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/lua2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152302267420586182006-07-07T16:52:00.000-03:002006-07-07T16:59:53.400-03:00ares de despedidaas malas quase prontas<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/canoa.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/canoa.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />nós <br /><br />mais prontos que antes<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/pesca.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/pesca.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />ser espelho<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/pesca1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/pesca1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />e estar aquicarol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152301752621829012006-07-07T16:46:00.000-03:002006-07-07T16:49:12.646-03:00ontem ...o show<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/show.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/show.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/show2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/show2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />o público<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/publico.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/publico.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152238991856270842006-07-06T23:10:00.000-03:002006-07-06T23:34:18.693-03:00chegamos em corumbátetê e jerry<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/jerry-tete.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/320/jerry-tete.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />a alzira<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/alzi.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/320/alzi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />maurício<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/copetti.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/320/copetti.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />marcelinho<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/marcelinho.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/320/marcelinho.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />sandro<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/sandro.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/sandro.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />alex<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/fralda.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/fralda.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />lucina<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lucina.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/320/lucina.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />veronica<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/vero.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/vero.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />todos nós ainda estamos refletindo ...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/chegada.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/chegada.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />e como não poderia faltar<br /><br />a lua vem<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lua-ref.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/lua-ref.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lua-01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/lua-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />e vai ...<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/luafim.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/luafim.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/luafimref.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/luafimref.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152159783392047932006-07-06T08:20:00.000-03:002006-07-08T14:43:00.566-03:00vazanteluas e músicas nascentes ...<br /><br /><br /><br />Beijo prata<br /><br />o rio tem mesmo a sua cor<br />navego pra saber<br />de uma estrela solta<br />no seu rosto feliz<br /><br />no céu escuro te ouvir<br />na outra dimensão<br />sou uma nave na sua mão<br />meu rumo, o seu coração<br /><br />anda que o dia vai chegar<br />o sol não deixa esconder nada<br />não há o que possa me curar<br />a não ser seu beijo prata<br /><br />chuva não molha<br />pra não apagar esse fogo<br />provoque com seu riso<br />o rio passa e volta novo<br /><br />marcelo ribeiro, alzira e. jerry<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/luadia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/luadia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />povo de beira rio<br />vive de pé no chão<br />chão de água-pés<br />e canoas<br />terra no coração<br />águas que vem e vão<br />trazem canto de ema<br />piracema venha<br />tempestade não<br /><br />pedido de beira rio<br />chora chora rio<br />ora rio<br />na canção<br /><br />perdido à beira rio<br />espelho do céu no chão<br />brilho de toda essa gente<br />outra civilização<br /><br />vem descendo a corrente<br />venha gente<br />venha gente<br /><br />lucina alzira e.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/sol-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/sol-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152158743125224822006-07-06T00:56:00.000-03:002006-07-08T17:41:31.516-03:00quase em terra<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/carijo.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/carijo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />pousados, olhando ...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/carcara.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/carcara.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />vagando ...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/gaviao.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/gaviao.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />refletindo<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/reflexao.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/reflexao.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />a alzira pergunta:<br />espelho espelho meu, existe pantanal mais lindo do que o seu ?<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/pantanal.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/pantanal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />o vento responde ...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/portal.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/portal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />abre as portas ...<br /><br />e a lua se põe<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/2lua-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/2lua-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/2lua2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/2lua2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/1lua3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/1lua3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152096974421173952006-07-05T07:44:00.000-03:002006-07-08T18:20:16.430-03:00mais música ...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/passaro.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/passaro.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />eu pensei que você de fosse barro<br />eu pensei em você água, eu jarro<br />eu pensei em guardar você em mim<br />eu pensei, agi, tentei e estamos aqui<br /><br />nessa floresta de som<br />nesse tin tin de cristal<br />nesse tan tan pantanal<br /><br />o acorde acorda a manhã<br />o sonho se faz real<br />é e por triz esse gosto do fruto na boca<br />dessa semente ancestral<br /><br />jerry, alzira e lucina<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/sol3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/sol3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />eu vou descendo o rio<br />pra corumbá<br />levo umas prendas menina<br />pra te ganhar<br /><br />brinco, vestido, fita<br />pra te ornar<br />e uma rede de linha<br />pra namorar<br /><br />é só você me esperar lá na beira do cais<br />olhando para o horizonte meu barco te atrai<br />mandei um beijo no ar<br />pra ti tocar<br />e o vento no rosto<br />te faz tremer<br />no por do sol terei você<br /><br />lucina e jerrycarol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152096217965945932006-07-04T23:42:00.000-03:002006-07-09T02:29:09.133-03:00Mais um diareunimos uma galera no quintal da dona ticiana ...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/gentes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" width="408" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/gentes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />fizemos um showrrasco...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/craviola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/craviola.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/churras.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/churras.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />foi assim ...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/flor.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/flor.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />primeiro a cores ...<br /><br /><cao.jpg><br /><br />todos ficaram olhando ...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/bicho.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/bicho.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />estranhando ...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/bicho2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/bicho2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />saímos todos alimentados ...<br /><br />poderíamos ficar por aqui toda a eternidade ...<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lua.2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/lua.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />até amanhã ...carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152047794985352042006-07-04T16:31:00.000-03:002006-07-08T17:40:41.206-03:00Estamos aquiEstamos aqui<br /><br />vendo o amanhecer ...<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/sol.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/sol.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />no pé da serra do Amolar...<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/amolar.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/amolar.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />é assim esse cenário...<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/canoa.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/canoa.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/fogo.2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/fogo.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />poema antigo, música nova<br /><br />sinais de fumaça<br /><br />veja meus sinais de fumaça<br />minhas pálpebras<br />meus olhos fechados<br />sinta o meu desejo<br /><br />esse fogo<br />você sabe<br />me pertence<br />me consome<br />me percorre<br /><br />envio meus<br />sinais de fumaça<br />aos seus sentidos<br />é um aviso<br /><br />essa brasa que arde<br />uma fogueira acesa<br />veja<br />espero um sinal que seja<br /><br /><br />carol e jerrycarol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151982418163061652006-07-04T00:03:00.000-03:002006-07-04T00:06:58.163-03:00a lua vem :<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/alua.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/alua.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lua2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/lua2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />a lua..<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lua3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/lua3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />enfimcarol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com12