tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250963502011-06-14T15:38:07.718-03:00nossa expedição carrega na bagagem e no coração o sonho de levar muita música, arte e educação ambiental para as comunidades ribeirinhas do pantanal. navegaremos os rios cuiabá e paraguai com espírito aberto - de 19 de junho a 9 de julho - para comunicar nossa arte e aprender com toda essa gente.carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.comBlogger1311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-30402686635240835472009-01-15T10:00:00.000-02:002009-01-15T10:01:50.891-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJfPDNhKIHY/SW8lnq212YI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NaChx26RitQ/s1600-h/DSC_0386.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lJfPDNhKIHY/SW8lnq212YI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NaChx26RitQ/s400/DSC_0386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291489450633058690" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-3040268663524083547?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1155897124075082472006-08-18T07:25:00.000-03:002006-08-18T07:32:04.076-03:00<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 ) ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115589712407508247?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1154780504002080462006-08-05T09:19:00.000-03:002006-08-05T09:24:11.490-03:00<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 />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115478050400208046?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1154528316071107012006-08-02T11:13:00.000-03:002006-08-02T11:18:36.163-03:00se 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 />lá<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115452831607110701?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1154347061755463582006-07-31T08:44:00.000-03:002006-07-31T17:56:01.470-03:00<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 filtro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115434706175546358?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1154013067952082232006-07-27T11:57:00.000-03:002006-07-27T12:29:08.783-03:00<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 />embriagados<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115401306795208223?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1153484058494213162006-07-21T09:12:00.000-03:002006-07-21T11:42:01.493-03:00<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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115348405849421316?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1153315277529120982006-07-19T10:20:00.000-03:002006-07-19T10:21:17.543-03:00a 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 foi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115331527752912098?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152641069695571142006-07-11T14:58:00.001-03:002006-07-11T15:33:12.733-03:00<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 />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115264106969557114?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152641086322135902006-07-11T14:58:00.000-03:002006-07-11T15:04:46.333-03:00saudades 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 lugar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115264108632213590?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152545174415162882006-07-10T12:21:00.000-03:002006-07-10T12:37:14.970-03:00chegar 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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115254517441516288?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152392480439611942006-07-08T18:00:00.000-03:002006-07-08T18:11:11.286-03:00na 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 jerry<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115239248043961194?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152392404719389012006-07-08T17:44:00.000-03:002006-07-08T18:06:31.870-03:00estamos 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 />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115239240471938901?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152303207873928332006-07-08T10:13:00.000-03:002006-07-08T08:40:27.693-03:00<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 carol<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115230320787392833?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152302925162534182006-07-07T23:44:00.000-03:002006-07-08T00:49:09.856-03:00<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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115230292516253418?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152302267420586182006-07-07T16:52:00.000-03:002006-07-07T16:59:53.400-03:00as 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 aqui<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115230226742058618?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152301752621829012006-07-07T16:46:00.000-03:002006-07-07T16:49:12.646-03:00o 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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115230175262182901?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152238991856270842006-07-06T23:10:00.000-03:002006-07-06T23:34:18.693-03:00tetê 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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115223899185627084?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152159783392047932006-07-06T08:20:00.000-03:002006-07-08T14:43:00.566-03:00luas 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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115215978339204793?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152158743125224822006-07-06T00:56:00.000-03:002006-07-08T17:41:31.516-03:00<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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115215874312522482?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152096974421173952006-07-05T07:44:00.000-03:002006-07-08T18:20:16.430-03:00<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 jerry<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115209697442117395?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1152096217965945932006-07-04T23:42:00.000-03:002006-07-09T02:29:09.133-03:00reunimos 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 ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115209621796594593?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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 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 jerry<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115204779498535204?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol 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 />enfim<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115198241816306165?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151981703506071652006-07-03T23:49:00.000-03:002006-07-08T17:44:31.693-03:00a paisagem é sempre outra<br /><br />a cada instante uma nova canção ...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/mar.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/mar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />água-pés<br /><br />dança dos camalotes<br />baile dos água-pés<br />rio que corre<br />verde que passa<br />asas que cortam o céu<br />duo que lembra notas<br />galhos sonoras pautas<br />margem florida<br />o dia promete<br />onça pintada de luz<br />e a lente dos olhos<br />filmando esse pantanal<br /><br /><br />lucina e tetê<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/mar2.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/mar2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />deixamos para trás o mar de charaés ...<br /><br /><br />ramagens<br /><br />rio é margem<br />rio é miragem<br />rio que chove na paisagem<br />o tempo lento<br />eu invento moda<br />bandeira ao vento<br />matos e matas<br />rumo a dentro<br />o rio a fora<br />o rio é ida<br />é despedida<br />volta a esperança<br />a lua dança<br />rio mudança<br />águas ramagens<br />miram passagens<br />nos vastos pastos<br />roçam no vento<br />o que é que está<br />do lado de lá ?<br />é mar<br />é mar<br /><br />alzira e. carol<br /><br /><br />...e a serra do amolar<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/amolar.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/amolar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115198170350607165?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151982163892605592006-07-03T11:58:00.000-03:002006-07-04T00:10:09.716-03:00me comunico<br />telepaticamente<br />o som traduz<br />o que o coração<br />sente<br />lua crescente<br />aumenta a saudade<br />na gente<br />aquele momento antes<br />chegará logo<br />um lago<br />ali na frente<br />e o nosso amor<br />se espalhando<br />desse rio até vazante<br />fica ainda mais instigante<br />que por mais distante<br />estamos juntos<br />nesse instante<br /><br />alzira e.<br />03/07<br /><br />estamos bem e felizes !<br />com saudades de casa ...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/galera.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/galera.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115198216389260559?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151928763456063762006-07-03T09:12:00.000-03:002006-07-08T14:43:57.033-03:00a sua voz<br />nos meus ouvidos<br />o rio leva<br />as tuas mãos<br />versos e gestos<br />o rio leva<br />e na canção<br />vamos nós dois<br />o rio leva<br />outro momento<br />que vem depois<br />o rio leva<br />o brilho d'água<br />pro teu olhar<br />o rio leva<br />lava minha alma<br />num abandono a beira rio<br />no rio eu sondo<br />um som de sonho<br />rio<br />sem fim<br />leve me leva<br /><br />alzira/alice/tetê<br /><br /><br />ps:<br />joguei pro céu<br />aquele anel<br />na luz da lua<br />no rio<br />prata refletida<br />feixe em festa<br />nada me resta<br />só vida servida<br /><br />alzulilás<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115192876345606376?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1155898679148158112006-07-03T07:55:00.000-03:002006-08-18T07:59:56.653-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/rioparaguai1.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/rioparaguai1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/rioparaguai.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/rioparaguai.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115589867914815811?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151928680495687002006-07-03T07:11:00.000-03:002006-07-03T09:11:20.496-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/reflor.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/reflor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />lua nova -<br /><br />o barco parado<br /><br />é o rio quem vai<br /><br /><br /><br />amanhece -<br /><br />todas as cores acordam<br /><br />nas nuvens do céu<br /><br /><br /><br />um dia se vai -<br /><br />nas águas deste rio<br /><br />o céu refletido ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115192868049568700?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151928374832487892006-07-03T02:04:00.000-03:002006-07-03T09:24:47.230-03:00o sol se põe<br />e a noitinha vem<br />e a lua<br />sempre a mesma<br />outra<br />lua<br />...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lua.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/lua.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />paramos para ouvir os sapos e dormir<br />amanhã será outro dia<br /><br />boa noite ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115192837483248789?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151927540940972362006-07-02T16:00:00.000-03:002006-07-03T09:02:54.806-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/passaros1.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/passaros1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />estamos indo para o sul<br />rio abaixo<br />cantando<br /><br />nas curvas do paraguai<br />músicas frescas<br />e novos cenários<br />a cada curva do rio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115192754094097236?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151927966202780742006-07-02T15:59:00.000-03:002006-07-03T09:21:10.583-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/fumassa1.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/fumassa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />cruzamos com uma a embarcação<br />que carrega soja<br />e quase não faz a curva ...<br />solta fumaça<br />assusta os pássaros<br />destrói o barranco<br />isso porque<br />estamos num parque nacional<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/parqe2.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/320/parqe2.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115192796620278074?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151863456976263202006-07-02T14:56:00.000-03:002006-07-02T15:04:16.986-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/sustenido.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/sustenido.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />sustenido<br /><br />seu som é sopro<br />aos meus ouvidos<br />seu gemido<br />seu grito<br />seu jeito de incenso<br />doçura que ensopa<br />me arrepia inteira<br /><br />sopra essa canção<br />em sustenido<br />me primavera<br />como alguém que chega<br /> de repente<br />e abre a porta<br />para o infinito<br /><br />lucina e carol<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115186345697626320?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151862089290199202006-07-02T14:49:00.000-03:002006-07-02T14:54:19.076-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/povo3.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/povo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/DSC_5643.0.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/DSC_5643.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115186208929019920?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151862162892537882006-07-02T14:41:00.000-03:002006-07-02T14:49:15.563-03:00essencial<br /><br />desfaço a mala<br />sigo viagem<br />tiro adereço<br />vou no essencial<br /><br />essencial em mim<br />é a coragem<br /><br />o rio passa<br />eu permaneço paisagem<br /><br />vontade de mudar o mundo<br />passo a passo abrir espaço<br />movimento dentro<br />afluente do futuro<br /><br />água dos matos<br />águas do mato grosso<br />água de rio cuiabá<br />paraguai<br /><br />tetê e lucina<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115186216289253788?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151843008540775392006-07-02T06:21:00.000-03:002006-07-02T09:23:48.576-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/amanhecer.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/amanhecer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115184300854077539?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151842516036686232006-07-01T23:13:00.000-03:002006-07-02T09:25:48.150-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lua.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/lua.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/reflexo.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/reflexo.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />vejo a lua<br />ainda<br />indo<br />vai sumindo<br />sumindo<br />a lua<br />crescendo<br />partindo<br />a lua<br />fita<br />fina<br />linda<br />ainda<br />vejo e lua<br />logo<br />não mais<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115184251603668623?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151842306160876772006-07-01T20:10:00.000-03:002006-07-02T09:20:28.643-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/povo.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/povo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115184230616087677?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151840405670912862006-07-01T16:38:00.000-03:002006-07-02T09:15:47.903-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/nuvem.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/nuvem.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />S 016º 31' 35.2"<br />W 057º 48' 56.0"<br /><br />lá fora ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115184040567091286?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151840051923808472006-07-01T11:53:00.000-03:002006-07-02T08:42:17.946-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/cabessa.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/cabessa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />por água<br />ou<br />por terra<br />nessa imensidão<br />ainda dentro<br />do mato<br />assistimos<br />ao descaso<br /><br />nossa expedição<br />nos permite<br />mergulhar<br />neste espaço<br />e rever<br />nosso traço<br /><br />por verônica<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115184005192380847?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151708162147246212006-07-01T07:33:00.000-03:002006-07-01T07:41:39.920-03:00a partir de hoje os posts acompanham o ritmo do rio paraguai<br />re mansamente continuaremos enviando notícias todos os dias<br />fotos, de dentro e fora do barco<br />e textos de dentro da gente<br /><br />a partir de hoje o desconhecido será <br />nosso companheiro de viagem<br /><br />a descoberta se revelará<br />a cada amanhacer<br />na luz do dia<br />a cada entardecer<br />na escuridão da noite<br />navegando<br />nas curvas deste rio<br /><br />todos nós<br />quase uma família<br />nos desconhecemos menos agora<br />e vamos<br />pouco a pouco<br />nos reconhecendo<br /><br />de novo na chalana<br />o rio nos ampara e nos guia<br />seu fluxo transforma <br />nosso tempo-espaço<br />em descoberta<br />quase revelação<br /><br />que os próximos seis dias <br />sejam de encantamento<br />e mais uma vez <br />que todos os deuses <br />nos acompanhem<br /><br />também vocês, viajantes virtuais<br />que tornam esse espaço muito mais do que ele é<br />e que junto com a gente<br />sentem, choram e riem<br />se emocionam <br />e engrandecem<br />essa expedição<br /><br />uma boa viagem a todos nós !<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/santa.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/santa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115170816214724621?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151690353378898842006-06-30T19:57:00.000-03:002006-06-30T19:27:59.243-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/babilonia.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/babilonia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115169035337889884?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151684941638442452006-06-30T14:24:00.000-03:002006-06-30T15:30:05.486-03:00o show<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/show1.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/show1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/show.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/show.0.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.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/publico.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/pubico1.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/pubico1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115168494163844245?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151678605068979182006-06-30T11:41:00.000-03:002006-06-30T11:43:25.080-03:00ele surgiu assim<br />numa dessas viagens no rio<br />entre a névoa e a nuvem<br />entre o rumor e a bruma<br />onde a palavra soma<br />e o pássaro entoa<br /><br />não trocamos mais do que bons dias<br />não rezamos juntos as ave-marias<br />não declaramos sequer uma poesia<br />que não o encontro<br />de nossas mãos mornas<br />e vazias<br /><br />reconheci em seus olhos<br />a imagem nítida da paisagem<br />ele repetia em cada gesto<br />a precisão do remo na imagem<br />o sossego e a dispersão<br />das figuras de linguagem<br /><br />ele não era senão metáfora de si mesmo<br />e eu - aprendiz -<br />de um velho poeta louco<br />domador da palavra e do sentido<br />capaz de lesma e gosma<br />capaz de tudo<br /><br />não sei desde quando ou até<br />não sei se<br />ou senão<br />tomou me como a um café<br />de manhãzinha<br />e mijou-me<br />ao pé da mangueira<br /><br />(por ele não me importaria em ser mijo<br />não me importaria, simplesmente)<br /><br />naquela paisagem<br />onde as letras conformam as palavras<br />rio é mar, é riacho, é córrego e nascente<br />arrebol é mais que sol poente<br /><br />naquele momento<br />em que o tempo pára<br />e tudo nasce<br />e envelhece e morre<br />quando o musgo vira árvore<br />e o sapo pedra<br />– é a hora do vamô vê !<br /><br />e se foi ...<br /><br />onde já se viu?<br /><br />voou como um papel ao vento<br />como um pássaro ao entardecer<br /><br /><br />(na insignificância do desencontro<br />munidos de ciscos e restos<br />a tentação de desinibir as palavras<br />só para desiliminá-las depois)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/DSC_4770.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_4770.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115167860506897918?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151627720198497482006-06-29T21:34:00.000-03:002006-06-29T21:35:20.210-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/ensaio.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/ensaio.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />passagem de som<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115162772019849748?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151627816887957502006-06-29T21:09:00.000-03:002006-06-29T21:36:56.886-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lua.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/lua.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/sol.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/sol.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115162781688795750?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151600214329202662006-06-29T13:54:00.000-03:002006-06-29T13:59:30.773-03:00escuta<br /><br />aqui de longe<br /><br />meu grito rouco<br /><br />não será pouco<br /><br />solto<br /><br />como um vôo<br /><br />ecoa<br /><br />leva pra perto<br /><br />olho no olho<br /><br />corpo à corpo<br /><br />a espera de ser<br /><br />a cada porto<br /><br />em todo cais<br /><br />um pouco porta<br /><br />um pouco mais<br /><br /><br />28/2006 por alzira e.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/janela.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/janela.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/janela1.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/janela1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115160021432920266?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151552037008409772006-06-29T00:18:00.000-03:002006-06-29T00:37:50.936-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/tuca.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/tuca.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />arrumar as malas<br />pegar a van<br /><br />uma cheia de gente<br />outra cheia de bagagem<br /><br />viagem por terra<br />asfalto<br />deixamos pra trás <br />os garimpos<br />embora os buracos<br />da estrada<br />tenham nos acompanhado <br />por algum tempo<br /><br />des caminhos<br />um des caso nacional<br />provavelmente porque<br />político anda mesmo<br />de avião<br /><br />deixamos pra trás <br />o rio cuibá<br />lá em porto cercado<br />antes mesmo de poconé<br />que não tem rio<br /><br />e encontramos<br />finalmente<br />o rio paraguai<br /><br />o jantar foi peixe<br />muito bem servido<br /><br />ventrecha de pacu<br />que é vegetariano<br /><br />aquelas costelinhas<br />tudo de bom ...<br /><br />e o rio ...<br /><br />chegamos a noite<br />o show será amanhã<br /><br />que são pedro nos<br />abra as portas<br />para o matão<br />que vem por aí <br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115155203700840977?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151344295544232632006-06-28T19:49:00.000-03:002006-06-28T20:04:37.706-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/tete3.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/tete3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />asas na águas<br /><br />púrpuras do céu ...<br /><br />e a noite vem ventando<br /><br /><br />por tetê<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115134429554423263?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151511479304560132006-06-28T13:00:00.000-03:002006-06-28T13:22:08.410-03:00na cidade de poconé existe um horto, uma área de recomposição de um buraco de garimpo desativado, iniciativa louvável, não fosse o fato de que ao lado, bem ao lado mesmo, existe uma mineradora funcionando.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/garimpo1.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/garimpo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />é impressinante a quantidade de terra movimentada, a ferida, o trauma que esse tipo de atividade traz para o nosso planeta.<br /><br />essa é a porta do pantanal, um buraco em que só há saídas, tudo se retira e nada se devolve, nem se resolve.<br /><br />o garimpo aqui é centenário e legal, feito corretamente, com a aprovação do poder público, mas para mim não é possível conviver com isso dentro do pantanal, é no mínimo uma imoralidade ...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/garimpo2.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/garimpo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />quando é que as pessoas vão compreender que o verdadeiro ouro está entre o amanhecer e o crepúsculo, entre a lua nova e a cheia, entre o homem e o bicho, e nada mais tem valor. <br />ouro é arrebol. dinheiro é papel pintado, e não vale nada<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/garimpo3.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/garimpo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />o buraco não tem fim minha gente, o poder está concentrados nas mãos de alguns poucos, e mais uma vez é a natureza quem padece.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115151147930456013?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151334189498687672006-06-28T06:57:00.000-03:002006-06-28T09:17:25.243-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/nuvens.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/nuvens.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />longo o outono …<br />no silêncio do poeta<br />passam lentas nuvens<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/vento.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/vento.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115133418949868767?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151456194521163012006-06-27T21:55:00.000-03:002006-06-27T21:56:34.540-03:00<span style="font-style:italic;">tudo aquilo que a nossa civilização rejeita, pisa e mija em cima, serve para poesia.</span><br /><br />manoel de barros, poeta sul matogrossense<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115145619452116301?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151444471082660442006-06-27T18:29:00.000-03:002006-06-27T18:50:54.123-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lixo.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/lixo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />é impressionante que poconé, uma das porta de entrada para o pantanal norte, não tome providencias com relação ao lixo urbano, uma vergonha pra mouros e cristãos. uma vergonha pra cidade, para o estado, para o país.<br /><br />até quando vamos permitir que o poder político se sobreponha aos reais interesses dos cidadãos?<br /><br />até quando a falta de educação nacional vai se espalhar pelas ruas, rios e córregos ?<br /><br />é mais que triste, é um atentado, um lixo, um descaso,<br /><br />pobre e ricos, cada qual no seu campo de batalha, <br />quem venceu a cavalhada não sei ...<br /><br />só sei que a natureza continua perdendo a guerra<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lixo2.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/lixo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />LIXO AQUI NÃO É POCO NÉ ... VAMOS MUDAR DE ATITUDE ... <br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115144447108266044?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151339087867794992006-06-27T08:08:00.000-03:002006-06-27T10:27:46.823-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/aguape.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/aguape.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/aguape2.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/aguape2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> <br /><br />por aqui os água-pés são conhecidos como camalotes<br /><br />a flor do camatote tem história ...<br /><br />mude de foco e veja<br /><br />água-pés e água-pets<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/aguapets.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/aguapets.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />duas partes da paisagem<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115133908786779499?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151338157483254082006-06-27T06:33:00.000-03:002006-06-27T11:21:51.316-03:00o extrativismo<br />o garimpo<br />a madeira<br />tudo tem <br />que ser <br />reescrito<br />a história<br />é outra<br /><br />a natureza não se impõe mais<br />não é mais a nossa inimiga<br />como nos tempos dos dinossauros<br /><br />o progresso é progressivo<br /><br />o tempo é agora<br /><br />a situação é a seguinte:<br />ou a humanidade se liga e<br />redescobre esse planeta ou<br /><br />vamos continuar vivemdo assim<br />como na idade média<br /><br />a natureza está indo embora<br />nossos rios escoam e ecoam<br /><br />o futuro é hoje<br /><br />humanidade<br />toma um guaraná e<br />se liga<br /><br />é hora de deixar <br />a paisagem em paz,<br /><br />o brasil precisa <br />fingir menos<br />e agir mais<br /><br />mais rigor<br /><br />nossos peixes, pássaros,<br />flores, matos, rios ... mares ...<br />estão sofrendo<br /><br />nos próximos 20 anos<br />muitas espécies estarão extintas<br /><br />e nós,<br />humanos<br />por quanto tempo<br />ainda<br />vamos existir<br /><br />resistir ...<br />lutar ...<br /><br />o planeta <br />nossa casa<br />merece uma faxina<br /><br />e você<br />está disposto<br />a mudar <br />o mundo ou <br />pretende<br />se mudar<br />pra lua ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115133815748325408?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151333850061562172006-06-27T06:12:00.000-03:002006-06-27T08:07:21.716-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/menet-2.0.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/menet-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />o que diria monet diante da infinitude pantaneira ?<br /><br />de certo morria de infarto no miocárdio<br />a paisagem exuberante refletida<br />na água parada<br />na água corrente<br />a paisagem<br />eternamente<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/monet-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/monet-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115133385006156217?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151343535980458512006-06-26T18:36:00.000-03:002006-06-26T19:22:07.120-03:00alzira e.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/alzi.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/alzi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />alex (fralda)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/fralda.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.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />jerry rege<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/jerry.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/jerry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />a lucina<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lucina.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/lucina.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115134353598045851?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151330862730804792006-06-26T10:55:00.000-03:002006-06-26T11:09:34.033-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/valises.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/valises.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />pessoas com suas malas<br /><br />mochilas e valises<br /><br />chegam e se vão<br /><br />se encontram<br /><br />se despedem<br /><br />e se despem<br /><br />de seus pertences<br /><br />como se pudessem<br /><br />chegar a algum lugar<br /><br />onde elas mesmas<br /><br />não estivessem<br /><br /> <br /><br />poema de Alice Ruiz, <br /><br />que nos acompanha virtualmente <br />nessa viagem<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/barca.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/barca.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115133086273080479?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151293324794105272006-06-26T00:37:00.000-03:002006-06-26T01:02:34.253-03:00as estrelas inauguram a noite<br /><br />as formas<br />se dissolvem<br /><br />antigamente<br />como seriam os deuses?<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/menino.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/320/menino.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115129332479410527?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151158340574006142006-06-25T13:13:00.000-03:002006-06-25T19:39:35.823-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/reflexao3.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/reflexao3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/reflexao1.0.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/reflexao1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115115834057400614?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151157819026749162006-06-25T06:02:00.000-03:002006-06-25T10:46:35.050-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/embarca.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/embarca.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />o tempo vem de longe<br />vem pelo rio<br />o vento vem descobrindo<br />tudo que foi<br />meus olhos enchem de água<br />vão pelo rio<br />na dança nossa lembrança <br />é tão antiga <br />e ainda criança<br />vão pelo rio<br />dando arrepio<br />que ironia<br />as águas frias aquecem<br />nossos dias<br /><br />vem meu amor<br />vem pelo rio<br />vem na canção<br />a embarcação<br />vem pelo rio<br />vem me abraça<br />pega essa barca<br /><br />lucin'alzira e.<br />barão de melgaço<br />23/06<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115115781902674916?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151157681185000352006-06-24T16:24:00.000-03:002006-06-24T12:18:44.820-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/antonio.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/antonio.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115115768118500035?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151156580323750282006-06-24T16:13:00.000-03:002006-06-24T12:17:53.946-03:00escrever <br />é ato insano<br />sobretudo<br />o ritmo <br />do fluxo<br /><br />a intensidade<br />cidade<br />derradeira tinta<br />derrama-se<br />no céu de <br />inverno<br />verão<br />minha solidão<br />é enorme<br /><br />vasto o mundo<br />raimundo<br />mínimo<br />como o tempo<br />que implode<br /><br />descrever <br />é ato insano<br />a imagem <br />exposta<br />a mostra<br />impõe<br />nossa tentação<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115115658032375028?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151154704799248422006-06-24T10:06:00.000-03:002006-06-24T10:20:34.600-03:00o show<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/show.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.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />tetê, nas estrelas<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/tete.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/tete.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />marcelo ribeiro<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/marcelinho.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/marcelinho.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />sandro moreno<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/sandro.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.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />o público<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/publico.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.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115115470479924842?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151099044858140702006-06-23T18:41:00.000-03:002006-06-23T18:44:04.870-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/aguas-passadas.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/320/aguas-passadas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />barão de melgaço<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115109904485814070?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151076907486982382006-06-23T12:34:00.000-03:002006-06-23T12:45:43.166-03:00....viagem<br />retorno de júpiter<br /><br />o vento<br />é brisa<br /><br />passagem<br /><br />o espaço<br />os astros<br />as estrelas<br /><br />pessoas que se agrupam<br /><br />uma garça<br />três canoas<br /><br />parece que<br />nada<br />nessa vida<br />é à toa<br /><br />as imagens<br />não capturam som<br />nem cheiro <br />nem sabor<br />só luz e cor<br /><br />palavra que decifra<br />discorre<br />demora pra chegar<br /><br />hora da partida<br /><br />o capitão diz<br />não devemos ir<br />todos para <br />o mesmo lado<br /><br />barco de<br />baixo calado<br /><br />quem rege<br />é o jerry<br /><br />o motor liga<br />lá vamos nós<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/voo.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/voo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115107690748698238?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151076830758630022006-06-23T12:31:00.000-03:002006-06-24T10:38:54.693-03:00o curso :<br /><br />- diz aí capitão, o rio está bem baixo, não ?<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />- é ...</span><br /><br />- quando seca não passa mais, né ?<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">- EU PASSO ! <br />- chego até cuiabá, se for preciso. <br />- tem que saber navegar, conhecer o rio. <br />- vê ali, onde a água encrespa, é praia</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/voo2.0.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/voo2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115107683075863002?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151076453424694392006-06-23T12:24:00.000-03:002006-06-23T12:31:03.606-03:0022/06<br />10:37<br /><br />partimos todos<br />nessa viagem<br />em direção ao <br />desconhecido<br />descoberto<br />rumo<br />a nós<br />mesmos<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/passaro.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.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115107645342469439?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1151076161572012782006-06-23T12:18:00.000-03:002006-06-23T12:22:41.586-03:00panapana<br /><br />mil borboletas<br /><br />uma voando<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/panapana.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/panapana.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115107616157201278?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150961746905871782006-06-22T08:34:00.000-03:002006-06-22T07:30:08.266-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/chalana.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/chalana.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115096174690587178?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150961872201411352006-06-22T08:30:00.000-03:002006-06-22T07:30:50.976-03:00o rio<br /><br />a lagoa<br /><br />o tempo<br /><br />é agua<br /><br />que escoa<br /><br /><br />a chalana<br /><br />a canoa<br /><br />a água<br /><br />é tempo<br /><br />que acalma<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115096187220141135?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150961593251454362006-06-22T04:32:00.000-03:002006-06-22T04:33:30.366-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/mundo.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/mundo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115096159325145436?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150961533583352822006-06-22T04:31:00.000-03:002006-06-22T04:32:13.583-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/saia.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/saia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115096153358335282?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150961114650975872006-06-22T04:19:00.000-03:002006-06-22T04:25:14.650-03:00fim de tarde<br />os pássaros em bando<br />voltando pra casa<br /><br />quase noite<br />um pássaro solitário<br />no céu<br /><br />cai a noite<br />a primeira estrela<br />é vênus<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115096111465097587?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150960727772574102006-06-22T04:17:00.000-03:002006-06-22T04:18:47.783-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/antonio.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/antonio.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/maria.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/maria.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115096072777257410?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150910400496199442006-06-21T14:18:00.000-03:002006-06-21T14:27:50.766-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/saiaverde.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/saiaverde.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/movi.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/movi.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/saiapreta.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/saiapreta.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115091040049619944?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150872244710208222006-06-21T03:36:00.000-03:002006-06-21T04:00:57.010-03:00quanta água<br /><br />canta água<br /><br />quanto bicho<br /><br />canta bicho<br /><br />quanto peixe<br /><br />alimenta <br /><br />esse que sou<br /><br />feixe dágua vivo<br /><br />esse rio<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/namorado2.0.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/namorado2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115087224471020822?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150843527948446332006-06-20T19:43:00.000-03:002006-06-20T19:45:27.950-03:00fui e voltei <br /><br />CHAPADA <br /><br />...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/salgadeira.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/salgadeira.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115084352794844633?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150843371196989412006-06-20T19:42:00.000-03:002006-06-20T19:42:51.196-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/asas.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/asas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115084337119698941?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150843307644081652006-06-20T19:41:00.000-03:002006-06-20T19:41:47.696-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/tete.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/tete.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115084330764408165?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150843150155771362006-06-20T19:37:00.000-03:002006-06-20T19:39:10.156-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/flor.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.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115084315015577136?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150843055401436142006-06-20T19:31:00.000-03:002006-06-20T19:37:35.410-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/fio.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/fio.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115084305540143614?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150779797677294722006-06-20T02:02:00.000-03:002006-06-20T02:03:17.676-03:00pela manhã<br />CHAPADA<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115077979767729472?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150779480836182772006-06-19T23:55:00.000-03:002006-06-20T02:10:20.876-03:00olho para o céu e procuro as plêiades, sempre procuro primeiro as plêiades, mas é escorpião inteiro o que eu encontro, a santa crux, orion num céu aberto até não poder mais.<br />periferia, a rua de terra nua <br />a terra vermelha mesmo durante a noite parece sangue às vezes<br />as tirinhas verde amarelas penduradas tremulam com o vento<br />a noite é fresca<br /><br />oficina de canto ao lado<br />bla, ble, bli, blo, blu<br />A A E E I I O O A<br /><br />no céu as estrelas e os satélites<br />as estrelas são os olhos da noite sem lua<br /><br />a rua de terra o bairro precário as crianças felizes<br /><br /> - a senhora é de são paulo capital? conhece santos?<br />me pergunta o mais tímidos dos meninos que estavam pra fora<br /><br />fotos e endereços trocados <br />a oficina termina <br />o burburinho começa<br />fecho o caderninho<br /><br /> - todo rio vai dar no mar, né? então o mar deve ser sujo ...<br /><br /> - eu gosto de sair de uma estrada e seguir por outra, eu gosto de geografia<br /><br /> - eu conheço quatro estados e um país<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/nolram.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/320/nolram.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />norlam da rocha costa nascimento 16/07/1994<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/casa.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/320/casa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115077948083618277?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150742983855758212006-06-19T15:48:00.000-03:002006-06-19T15:59:07.860-03:00cuiabá é quente e seco<br /><br />ainda não vi o rio<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115074298385575821?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150742898932633082006-06-19T15:46:00.000-03:002006-06-19T15:48:18.933-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/anjo.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/anjo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115074289893263308?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150742756371491552006-06-19T15:43:00.000-03:002006-06-19T15:45:56.373-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/pratododia.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/pratododia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115074275637149155?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150742626749626312006-06-19T15:42:00.000-03:002006-06-19T15:43:46.773-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/portadodia.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/400/portadodia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115074262674962631?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150693324299151202006-06-19T02:01:00.000-03:002006-06-19T02:12:58.236-03:00aline figueiredo é a história viva do mato grosso - do mato grosso sem norte ou sul - de quando ainda era capitania de são paulo <br /><br />cuiabá 1719 é anterior a capitania de mato grosso 1748, cuja primeira capital foi villa bela, lá no oeste<br /><br />aline, nossa anfitriã nesse domingão de copa 2X0, e tetê com saudades do pelé. enfim, dourado na mesa, foto da galera<br /><br />anotei o que me disse aline na sua sabedoria históricoartística do planeta :<br /><br /> - o rio é estrada que anda<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />"eu, bandolero, no meu cavalo alado"</span> é o som de fundo do ensaio ao lado<br /><br /> - o rio paraguai é de remanso, manso, de tempo lento e curvas largas<br /><br />a noite chegou e quase nem se percebe. o calor. o ar. o ventilador. histórias dos pernilongos, lendas, ensaios, tudo se mistura e dissolve<br /><br /> - a história se escreve com a geografia<br /><br />eu... vou eu me situando com o GPS - que bóia- meu único equipamento a prova d'água <br /><br />horizontes a perder de vista<br /><br />________________________________<br />coordenadas do dia:<br /><br />hotel deville<br />s 15º 35' 37.9''<br />w 056º 06' 09.6''<br /><br />casa da aline<br />s 15º 35' 41.3''<br />w 056º 06' 27.7''<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115069332429915120?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150693232630388112006-06-19T01:59:00.000-03:002006-06-19T02:00:32.630-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/lupa.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/lupa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115069323263038811?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150693161994649012006-06-19T01:57:00.000-03:002006-06-19T02:50:50.246-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/DSC_0684.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_0684.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/grupo.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/grupo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />da esq para direita<br />sentados : lucina, tetê, alzira, aline, blass<br />em pé : verônica, copetti, alex, jerry, sandro e marcelinho<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115069316199464901?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150693043221616112006-06-19T01:56:00.000-03:002006-06-19T09:07:11.280-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/folha1.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/320/folha1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115069304322161611?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150692990800236432006-06-19T01:53:00.000-03:002006-06-19T01:56:30.810-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/bagage.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/bagage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115069299080023643?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150612118310456812006-06-18T03:27:00.000-03:002006-06-18T03:28:38.320-03:00cuiabá<br /><br />a lua no último quarto<br />meia<br />entra inteira pela janela<br /><br />nosso primeiro quarto<br /><br />o corpo pede cama<br />pede descanso <br />merecido<br /><br />amanhã <br />certamente o sol <br />inteiro<br />vai inundar o quarto<br />pela manhã <br />nascente<br />de onde agora<br />só noite e lua<br /><br />a cidade se estende<br />e atravessa <br />a madrugada<br />pela janela<br />o reflexo <br />das distâncias<br />a percorrer<br /><br />hoje ainda é ontem<br />acerto o fuso<br />e os relógios<br /><br />amanhã <br />já é outro dia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115061211831045681?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150568421506764742006-06-17T15:00:00.000-03:002006-06-17T16:55:50.993-03:00malas prontas<br /><br />todo equipamento na mão<br />terminal + câmera + filmes + clarinete <br /><br />na bagagem as roupas + travesseiro + shampoo<br />+equipamento+ pilhas recárregáveis + cabos +++<br /><br />na espinha um frio na barriga<br /><br />tudo pronto<br /><br />neste dia que entristeço a morte do bussunda<br />que me apresso no tempo para que passe mais lento<br />momento de saudade daquilo que ainda<br />não aconteceu<br /><br />almoço em família <br />dupla<br /><br />alzira + iara + joe+cauê+ aru + arru +<br />bia + zeca + guto +<br /><br />ian em brasília volta amanhã<br /><br />quando antes hoje já terei embarcado<br /><br />21:42<br /><br />bagagem de mão fora a minha tem<br />craviola + violão de aço + baixo <br />+ câmera HD alugada +++<br />mulheres ...<br /><br />então é até já daqui a pouco<br />certamente um post da foto do embarque<br /><br />amanhã é o ensaio<br />o jogo do brasil<br />estaremos juntos<br />expedicionando<br />expedicionários<br /><br />hora do shut down e do check-in<br />do estou indo<br />volto na próxima lua cheia<br />e já nem quero mais parar de escrever<br /><br />é hora<br />tudo pronto<br />e ponto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115056842150676474?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150502892507700952006-06-16T21:06:00.000-03:002006-06-16T21:09:21.960-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/erica.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/erica.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> da érica valente ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115050289250770095?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150413545330220442006-06-15T20:16:00.000-03:002006-06-15T20:19:05.340-03:00com o livro na mão, lhe disse:<br />- trouxe aqui uma máquina de reverter pedra em coração!<br />ao que ele me respondeu, sem entretantos:<br />- por aqui, minha filha, todas as pedras já foram revertidas...<br />e foi daí que ele me transformou num sapo, e costurou minha boca.<br />eu fiz dele uma pedra, e nunca mais saí de cima da sua cabeça.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115041354533022044?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150343724998352202006-06-14T23:09:00.000-03:002006-06-15T01:02:03.930-03:00parece que nessa semana fatou dia, faltou mais gol do brasil ...<br /><br />dia sim dia não vou tentando fechar as malas e desatar os últimos nós antes do embarque, sábado, 21:42, eu, alzira, tt, lucina e marcelinho saindo de são paulo destino cuiabá, os outros procedem de outros destinos.<br /><br />hoje fui à arycom buscar nosso "equipamento de contato" - o terminal via satélite - um modem do tamanho de um laptop, mais pesado talvez, com uma antena que se desdobra em três partes e se transforma numa placa um pouco maior que uma folha A3 com espessura de uns 3 cms; a antena deve ser direcionada para o satélite, na verdade 2 estarão disponíveis para nós: um a norte, sobre belém, e outro a leste, sobre a áfrica, tecnologia inmarsat.<br /><br />é relativamente simples: primeiro conecta o cabo da antena no modem e liga o aparelho que pede uma senha, daí, é só procurar o sinal direcionando a antena para o satélite, assim que passar dos 540 tracinhos, OK, contato estabelecido. veja que não se trata de um aparelho móvel e sim de um aparelho portátil.<br /><br />o modem liga no computador e então é quase como se a gente estivesse em casa, não tem segredo e estamos conectados, podemos mandar emails, fotos, notícias frescas e úmidas diretamente dos rios do pantanal.<br /><br />tudo muito maluco e contraditório, assim como sair dessa cidade seca e poluída e cair pr'oeste, lá pras terras onde o sol se põe, onde a <span style="font-style:italic;">lesma gosma</span>; o centro da américa do sul, antigo mar do mais antigo mar de outras eras, hoje mar doce rio do pântano.<br /><br />por lá quase não há variação de altitude, o que varia é o rio que cheia e vaza todos os anos, demonstrando a estação, movendo gado e formigas.<br /><br />penso que o brasil é maior que ele mesmo, tão grande que não se reconhece, tão distante que não se percorre, rico nas diferenças culturais, pobre nas sociais; um país que pará e suspira junto: futebol !<br /><br />agradeço ao pessoal da arycom: olívia, vietti, felipe e danni, pelo empréstimo do equipamento e, pela paciência em me ensinar a pilotar o terminal para que esse blog seja atualizado todos os dias durante a viagem.<br /><br />agradeço ao andré gurgel que estará atualizando, durante toda a viagem, nossa rota no geobusca, colhendo os dados do gps e linkando com as fotos.<br /><br />agradeço ao guto, meu querido companheiro de estrada, que dessa vez vai ficar por aqui, com as crianças, me ajudando na atualização do blog.<br /><br />agradeço a alzira, a tetê, ao jerry e ao arnaldo que me deram a oportunidade de estar participando desse projeto, e ao arruda, que não vai, pela inspiração e pelo incentivo.<br /><br />agradeço aos deuses todos, e, principalmente <br />agradeço a você, que estará por aqui, compartilhando, desejando e torcendo pelo nosso sucesso. é por você que qualquer esforço vale a pena.<br /><br />viaje com a gente todos os dias ... <br />blog de bordo, na água até 9 de julho .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115034372499835220?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150286595548697232006-06-14T09:01:00.000-03:002006-06-15T00:59:52.206-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/daliflor.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/daliflor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />colaboração de alzira<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115028659554869723?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25096350.post-1150206412055125792006-06-13T10:43:00.000-03:002006-06-13T10:46:52.070-03:00fernando pessoa (dat.1916?)<br /><br />referem-se os astrólogos os efeitos em todas as cousas à operação de quatro elementos - o fogo, a água, o ar e a terra. com este sentido poderemos compreender a operação das influências. uns agem sobre os homens como a terra, soterrando-os e abolindo-os, esses são os mandantes do mundo. uns agem sobre os homens como o ar, envolvendo-os e escondendo-os uns dos outros, e esses são os mandantes do além-mundo. uns agem sobre os homens como a água, que os ensopa e converte em sua mesma substância, e esses são os ideólogos e os filósofos, que dispersam pelos outros a energia da própria alma. uns agem sobre os homens como o fogo, que queima nele todo o acidental, e os deixa nus e reais, próprios e verídicos, e esses são os libertadores. caeiro é dessa raça. caeiro teve essa força. que importa que caeiro seja de mim se assim é caeiro?<br /><br />assim, operando sobre reis, que ainda não havia escrito alguma cousa, fez nascer nele uma forma própria e uma pessoa estética. assim, operando sobre mim mesmo, me livrou das sombras e farrapos, me deu mais inspiração e mais alma à alma. depois disto, assim prodigiosamente conseguido, quem perguntará se caeiro existiu?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5256/2616/1600/caeiro.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/caeiro.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />in fernando pessoa - obras em prosa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25096350-115020641205512579?l=aguadosmatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carol ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06121745767912109259noreply@blogger.com0