tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363606642024-03-13T16:12:52.075-03:00OLHARES DA MINHA ALMAÉ pelo olhar do público que a minha arte sobrevive... e eu respiro!
A Arte transformou a minha existência em vida.Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-75360283932568257272022-07-09T01:55:00.000-03:002022-07-09T01:55:39.791-03:00Fonte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdr3IPmHok4uU8OGoTTyA7kcP6IOabw2I2fFW4Y1e3mHLOQN8bSjmcRrFfZPxncYw0lXqCc0os18FM4uXYXik_A0pSj9-yrwE0ifuGEjk8lrITFbPcvtOSopM9ItTVuZAYHAjna34RJ9G2Vm1TDkO2_q8tLaSk1ZrUnNBJm1PuO1109_jw8Q/s7695/20211231_181925.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; clear: left; float: left;"><img alt="" border="0" height="360" data-original-height="7695" data-original-width="4952" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdr3IPmHok4uU8OGoTTyA7kcP6IOabw2I2fFW4Y1e3mHLOQN8bSjmcRrFfZPxncYw0lXqCc0os18FM4uXYXik_A0pSj9-yrwE0ifuGEjk8lrITFbPcvtOSopM9ItTVuZAYHAjna34RJ9G2Vm1TDkO2_q8tLaSk1ZrUnNBJm1PuO1109_jw8Q/s400/20211231_181925.jpg"/></a<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjM4J0OAbk5LsW8pkpqZervi1uQdtjrkH_V6DUcvwV49EaFoaqKpu4i1bEJ5cC4LlEcgJacCdVYwQrAP8THv2AkpiuISPJ7VsVbdnt-47MsmO4Ugp6J9OT3aKb8FH_l96dii1rqpvn7lzbyhWPXXdRbP1U5LK3KUeYYfb9u3WY8Y2maLDA/s7798/20211231_183928.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; clear: left; float: left;"><img alt="" border="0" height="360" data-original-height="7798" data-original-width="5103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjM4J0OAbk5LsW8pkpqZervi1uQdtjrkH_V6DUcvwV49EaFoaqKpu4i1bEJ5cC4LlEcgJacCdVYwQrAP8DTHv2AkpiuISPJ7VsVbdnt-47MsmO4Ugp6J9OT3aKb8FH_l96dii1rqpvn7lzbyhWPXXdRbP1U5LK3KUeYYfb9u3WY8Y2maLDA/s400/20211231_183928.jpg"/></a<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZDY7dPF2yrpJVNSvfDU0dFx4JamfRbZ-p3F5RyW8kHYbUWsrpa8cTMgUkm2RRA41NowLiWfQcokzK_qG37BamQ-7PSPItxnCOxvs8ZqA24fqlRWnNEevrjGaLgsqdqlBGfLvXUAt1svPpU76ODD132Le0dRX-Ml6Mqu_YUWKTiCQd8sW5A/s9285/20211231_181751.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; clear: left; float: left;"><img alt="" border="0" height="360" data-original-height="9285" data-original-width="6147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZDY7dPF2yrpJVNSvfDU0dFx4JamfRbZ-p3F5RyW8kHYbUWsrpa8cTMgUkm2RRA41NowLiWfQcokzK_qG37BamQ-7PSPItxnCOxvs8ZqA24fqlRWnNEevrjGaLgsqdqlBGfLvXUAt1svPpU76ODD132Le0dRX-Ml6Mqu_YUWKTiCQd8sW5A/s400/20211231_181751.jpg"/></a>
Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-5256588138376068242022-06-29T00:42:00.002-03:002022-06-29T00:51:48.072-03:00Agonia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0HMGZkLf7K_5bmT7iKcGIIoCD1abNV1Fbyx8YACwrnMU0ftaHYQOvM9xkyks2VrRydA7FCHz3BC4aPBuoTr1W3Q8UanmsLfMimLUUs1Jiob1KAmDOQcUQCYKe2niMd5xzlS9aMJi9jwjcWbzzWaRUwiIbfqSn87W0EnxxaMHMBLhigH3FoA/s1454/20220628_194117.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="600" data-original-height="1454" data-original-width="926" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0HMGZkLf7K_5bmT7iKcGIIoCD1abNV1Fbyx8YACwrnMU0ftaHYQOvM9xkyks2VrRydA7FCHz3BC4aPBuoTr1W3Q8UanmsLfMimLUUs1Jiob1KAmDOQcUQCYKe2niMd5xzlS9aMJi9jwjcWbzzWaRUwiIbfqSn87W0EnxxaMHMBLhigH3FoA/s600/20220628_194117.jpg"/></a>(em progresso...)Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-50291164029489612382022-01-13T02:58:00.007-03:002022-01-13T03:31:32.237-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_gURp4N2cY-7JvMGvOCNVQVsslvvEaB37yRswM2a1RzpZ0Kjuoogl96reZ-uvCK2cx3_2fyBqCTilKBY5sAAQZ3sHNdm_UOtQBpxHZksUMbZawTyeCsZ7YllqLUj1Yj-UwFNHtNzBhEstGbPltobrWuyCfQgtWEsmPscBGok8mzhAYJrquA=s10338" style="display: block; 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Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-24402559687632610842021-06-27T08:56:00.010-03:002022-01-12T22:52:20.031-03:00Elo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgKE_DPYf49Z9WEyZcYfC6HSi2b1GfnYzGYF-EabJtGyFGH_4NhfK7fR65ZN2rGMvGgYqMNbqYpqHIfv3KKDA9PKJskTp46b8lWFR90R0eETDCv6woeupEj2vPjnM0IpPnOSl9kxn98I-zKYMHtXgjn10PpNvH4BFs_hw5ZTR4qYFOKjLQ0BA=s3048" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align:; clear: left; float: left;"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" data-original-height="3048" data-original-width="2768" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgKE_DPYf49Z9WEyZcYfC6HSi2b1GfnYzGYF-EabJtGyFGH_4NhfK7fR65ZN2rGMvGgYqMNbqYpqHIfv3KKDA9PKJskTp46b8lWFR90R0eETDCv6woeupEj2vPjnM0IpPnOSl9kxn98I-zKYMHtXgjn10PpNvH4BFs_hw5ZTR4qYFOKjLQ0BA=s400"/></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqR9EAitXVnSfza1d9n9Wz_GeFehbO_5Z8S-IyHtEIQflolVFa9hVCPeMhXwDDDbmZ1MqN7p_ZVOEDxGrdWHGhddnHUyVXq0oN6dCoandYYX7ecr-nX0SSmkWbo_DlsxpaSbEpEUfVejkxBoO7CCRRUCqCb8TzEk2v4qy8O0v9IA10mRX2Yg=s3887" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="400" data-original-height="3887" data-original-width="2672" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqR9EAitXVnSfza1d9n9Wz_GeFehbO_5Z8S-IyHtEIQflolVFa9hVCPeMhXwDDDbmZ1MqN7p_ZVOEDxGrdWHGhddnHUyVXq0oN6dCoandYYX7ecr-nX0SSmkWbo_DlsxpaSbEpEUfVejkxBoO7CCRRUCqCb8TzEk2v4qy8O0v9IA10mRX2Yg=s400"/></a>
Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-49749253646875350902020-08-24T02:42:00.000-03:002020-08-24T02:56:32.396-03:00A dor da lágrima calma...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Yq8ZD_KvlQO3liyy-2L4A6WzzuQuMp9IW9jGlk0b1uAAiX2_evQRYzWOXVVfi4lfSfIlyNNY2lvN-RZ_GcKfFztZBmT4vl2TzCIik5nV9lmarWhVQNk5-2a-X_Vi4nR0DbnP/s1600/20191121_004410.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Yq8ZD_KvlQO3liyy-2L4A6WzzuQuMp9IW9jGlk0b1uAAiX2_evQRYzWOXVVfi4lfSfIlyNNY2lvN-RZ_GcKfFztZBmT4vl2TzCIik5nV9lmarWhVQNk5-2a-X_Vi4nR0DbnP/s320/20191121_004410.jpg" width="219" height="320" data-original-width="1094" data-original-height="1600" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpbBztIZtdtUgJSbbHklu7FxVMUV5HmXUEMPU98RiQkuCGfs1V1IJ7DNDmIecWGFcCzaG38Fh_6eK_9kpAK2PmUzv1CqBWLu-TzQekqOllIFEFmMWsM6TzTnR0MydPiCtx80N/s1600/20200326_013039.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpbBztIZtdtUgJSbbHklu7FxVMUV5HmXUEMPU98RiQkuCGfs1V1IJ7DNDmIecWGFcCzaG38Fh_6eK_9kpAK2PmUzv1CqBWLu-TzQekqOllIFEFmMWsM6TzTnR0MydPiCtx80N/s320/20200326_013039.jpg" width="224" height="320" data-original-width="1122" data-original-height="1600" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdiDTXM5552vumfAXNr-pxw4_0ugaGHqdJTXDuUkNGOJufN3AqLou-6_9XHv6GNpYBypCBtAqkMxUB92Xw17Lw9jKKVwHu56CjTosBYujNJijY866KRcCBFKEKbt0o0w8IDj1/s1600/20200823_191131.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdiDTXM5552vumfAXNr-pxw4_0ugaGHqdJTXDuUkNGOJufN3AqLou-6_9XHv6GNpYBypCBtAqkMxUB92Xw17Lw9jKKVwHu56CjTosBYujNJijY866KRcCBFKEKbt0o0w8IDj1/s320/20200823_191131.jpg" width="215" height="320" data-original-width="1075" data-original-height="1600" /></a><div>não concluídas...</div><div>MiriamLi</div>
Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-52883703055526206582020-05-15T01:47:00.000-03:002020-05-15T01:47:22.386-03:00Segredos do silêncio<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigqj-EsamEJrKBlSi2-JVJvKEKFKFfbR1ckV8qQjY1AfP8jh7W9QCoJ4Q7SNjS8RH1UpgLgL0MmSdvnFnZCIGkN4qChttU_ziPFlQOzgXc2gpb3tOhvx3TndwcQu9XY8TOt2w/s1600/20191114_012600.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigqj-EsamEJrKBlSi2-JVJvKEKFKFfbR1ckV8qQjY1AfP8jh7W9QCoJ4Q7SNjS8RH1UpgLgL0MmSdvnFnZCIGkN4qChttU_ziPFlQOzgXc2gpb3tOhvx3TndwcQu9XY8TOt2w/s320/20191114_012600.jpg" width="242" height="320" data-original-width="1208" data-original-height="1600" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjhQJte70Qz7HIdKE3ipnKfzYN-wZtTrsqSZXNCNYkhvhTQVhIfJGCbkoqeBtsjhZHCuRvpra0Ckf2fbruyReczb0_Y9yzo0B3qPcXw3ccpEB_SIvJpoH4b2C7i9L6Wetw6M4N/s1600/20200324_200420.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjhQJte70Qz7HIdKE3ipnKfzYN-wZtTrsqSZXNCNYkhvhTQVhIfJGCbkoqeBtsjhZHCuRvpra0Ckf2fbruyReczb0_Y9yzo0B3qPcXw3ccpEB_SIvJpoH4b2C7i9L6Wetw6M4N/s320/20200324_200420.jpg" width="196" height="320" data-original-width="982" data-original-height="1600" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9gs-1QQxotG5gtQouD-q95g7P7AekqBHOc2ALyf-8DkLmbFgMsGHAm4rS-sGmsEfVguvNoyWRig4sQhdPzHwzO3n1n9E82-26iuZe_76g9my8OhMZ3pafurxveH9UizgP45BR/s1600/indiano_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9gs-1QQxotG5gtQouD-q95g7P7AekqBHOc2ALyf-8DkLmbFgMsGHAm4rS-sGmsEfVguvNoyWRig4sQhdPzHwzO3n1n9E82-26iuZe_76g9my8OhMZ3pafurxveH9UizgP45BR/s320/indiano_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" width="244" height="320" data-original-width="459" data-original-height="601" /></a>
Solitude...
Miriam LiMiriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-91126944013881053762020-02-09T03:35:00.000-03:002020-05-13T02:35:48.917-03:00Infinito fim...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYbgQzh5aNHwXHjyt8mAqZ3WW5u7N2ENNWA5RfMHINvK2MlMZUVWJHVNuvQwBYK3m9gXxbQPua719GHlIkDwd_QSEupv2RcyMgkahIfDbKOeGn4TTNjPN-C14c6QkZKuEK-ZmW/s1600/20190528_171418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYbgQzh5aNHwXHjyt8mAqZ3WW5u7N2ENNWA5RfMHINvK2MlMZUVWJHVNuvQwBYK3m9gXxbQPua719GHlIkDwd_QSEupv2RcyMgkahIfDbKOeGn4TTNjPN-C14c6QkZKuEK-ZmW/s400/20190528_171418.jpg" width="225" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_UT0MYvbPyC9lwxFeTRP9A9vTpD0ijI24tITp2_kHqI3ZAum3E8MycYDC_XpZEA2M8j-bNk3BZDG5HHTBBx0tMBXlBW6HWRitA-dz_gKGoCNvRFvqhBBEXOxAMEQtM0beIkm/s1600/IMG-20191024-WA0009.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_UT0MYvbPyC9lwxFeTRP9A9vTpD0ijI24tITp2_kHqI3ZAum3E8MycYDC_XpZEA2M8j-bNk3BZDG5HHTBBx0tMBXlBW6HWRitA-dz_gKGoCNvRFvqhBBEXOxAMEQtM0beIkm/s400/IMG-20191024-WA0009.jpeg" width="225" /></a><br />
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<span style="color: white;">A solidão do indigente olhar que espera, sou</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">folha de outono deitada à beira da ilusão</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">não mais que a ferida indulgente do sussurro traído</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">sou a dor da lágrima calma, trêmula</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">acalma a febre da finda noite, transborda<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: white;">mudos risos, restos de mim, sou</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">o teu silêncio sofrido, o meu, partido</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">fragrância querida, ainda viva, em impune ausência</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">jaz tenro abraço, desconhecido beijo sinto</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: white;">infinito fim...</span><br />
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<br />MiriamLiMiriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-62822977146763069852019-11-14T23:27:00.001-03:002020-02-10T01:59:15.569-03:00Às vistas grossas da morte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_yAwalKs8tg_gmLasJAS588hYBnDjjU_Cvly0jxPV0zqc1dneQX94DqE6lpOTZOfkxhGK2vQOSOuDnC4G_zbAH9OGLcP231VUtX5zp-jQbqbvDXGuLQF6dK_GxWhzvr4z5bG/s1600/20191114_012957.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_yAwalKs8tg_gmLasJAS588hYBnDjjU_Cvly0jxPV0zqc1dneQX94DqE6lpOTZOfkxhGK2vQOSOuDnC4G_zbAH9OGLcP231VUtX5zp-jQbqbvDXGuLQF6dK_GxWhzvr4z5bG/s320/20191114_012957.jpg" width="214" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj097yzrydKL8Od6MRc_LtsLWaWm646sm2D8xC5kv8CwCfgd-mB1ph-yjvtxB8xV0ogEslEBafPoFgUgf8LlB5mtFfZB0NLD0jpb3EKm3G8PJEhC2uJnFJduiymo_wgfB8VwtxF/s1600/20191114_013028.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj097yzrydKL8Od6MRc_LtsLWaWm646sm2D8xC5kv8CwCfgd-mB1ph-yjvtxB8xV0ogEslEBafPoFgUgf8LlB5mtFfZB0NLD0jpb3EKm3G8PJEhC2uJnFJduiymo_wgfB8VwtxF/s320/20191114_013028.jpg" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HvgIdBhvKzmt2meF7WDN6G-Pv-5U2IOu87fpIJPhpnwdlrkBdRQM22sgJGiWP4E2cDKrc0K6EnYQqpKkCkWwxtKgPMpDsMqQwWRFD-YMLlY1a4mx0FkQmzRzpMj7h2clfF3S/s1600/20191114_012720.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1091" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HvgIdBhvKzmt2meF7WDN6G-Pv-5U2IOu87fpIJPhpnwdlrkBdRQM22sgJGiWP4E2cDKrc0K6EnYQqpKkCkWwxtKgPMpDsMqQwWRFD-YMLlY1a4mx0FkQmzRzpMj7h2clfF3S/s320/20191114_012720.jpg" width="218" /></a>
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Obras resgatadas e em progresso...<br />
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Morro todo dia sem que a vida saiba...<br />
Vivo todo dia às vistas grossas da morte...
MiriamLiMiriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-29086490449660429602017-12-22T05:00:00.000-02:002020-02-10T02:00:55.285-03:00<br />
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Insuficiente
vontade<br />
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Transitando silêncios, sem passos, penso<o:p></o:p></div>
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nada há além do hábito que habito, inválido<o:p></o:p></div>
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resfria a antiga pele sensível sob o lenço<o:p></o:p></div>
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desapareço<o:p></o:p></div>
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indiferente... quieta, atravesso o tempo<o:p></o:p></div>
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negro sol golpeia a poesia<o:p></o:p></div>
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lentos versos requebram ao relento, pálido<o:p></o:p></div>
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sombreia a espera... morena luz fria <o:p></o:p></div>
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finjo não ler o último recado da nova lua<o:p></o:p></div>
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insinua um poema, serena mentira, balbucia, nua<o:p></o:p></div>
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sacrifica segredos, prateia promessas, brinda à
folia<o:p></o:p></div>
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exijo perfumes, ajoelho... arremesso a tiara<o:p></o:p></div>
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insuficiente vontade irriga o meu olhar<o:p></o:p></div>
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entorpece a menina, escorre... atiça a taça
vazia<o:p></o:p></div>
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tinjo a lanterna...inspiro o espelho, absolvo a
intriga<o:p></o:p></div>
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estremeço<o:p></o:p></div>
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rasgo a vidraça...inquieta, clara noite eterna
espera, repenso.<o:p></o:p></div>
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DEDICO AO POETA FERNANDO OLIVEIRA<o:p></o:p></div>
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... resgatando olhares, coragem para
recomeçar... renascer.<o:p></o:p></div>
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grafite em pó sobre eucatex (90 x 60) em andamento...<o:p></o:p></div>
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Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-25360470395991311862009-09-19T03:02:00.020-03:002020-02-10T02:02:26.852-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKkfv9VYKvTpK8Bq_tTjLUu9ZLrEOwxdHXEjxmitHE5vn2KM0xy0bmZ_F4LCbZA7moXZCQdc3PDKsZo67XdvlmQSeQNEVphLaBl2uCoceWDCLv8XXyiXec8zqWVRzqfBFhGDh/s1600-h/a_estranha_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396631705465819058" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKkfv9VYKvTpK8Bq_tTjLUu9ZLrEOwxdHXEjxmitHE5vn2KM0xy0bmZ_F4LCbZA7moXZCQdc3PDKsZo67XdvlmQSeQNEVphLaBl2uCoceWDCLv8XXyiXec8zqWVRzqfBFhGDh/s400/a_estranha_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 350px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 640px;" /></a>A Estranha - grafite em pó e acrílica/madeira (120 x 90)<br />
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No ano 2000 fiz a mais espetacular, desejada e feliz escolha da minha vida:<br />
- a de nunca mais sair de dentro do mundo que criei para mim...<br />
até que a morte me separe dos “Olhares da minha alma” e dos amores que aqui eu deixar.<br />
Por livres e espontâneos desejos próprios, vivo sem sair à rua, salvo em ocasiões imperativas:<br />
<br />
- porque adormeço e desperto numa cama de frente para o mar... mar que pintei na parede do meu quarto;<br />
- porque adormeço numa rede que baila a cada pôr do sol e nas madrugadas vadias desperto iluminada pelo luar;<br />
- porque no mundo que criei para mim... nas minhas paredes... os dias são ensolarados e as noites enluaradas;<br />
- porque não estou brincando de viver e me permito vivenciar intensamente as minhas escolhas;<br />
- porque cada pessoa é única, tem direito ao seu silêncio e tem desejos próprios;<br />
- porque quando a noite vem e o meu olhar se alonga para além das janelas escancaradas do meu mundo, sinto <br />
intensa dor, muda, sem corpo, só comparada à que sinto ao ver a cidade linda, ricamente enfeitada para as festas <br />
de fim de ano e meus olhos não me obedecem, teimam e, antes que o meu olhar alcance o brilho dos fogos de artifício no céu e o colorido no alto dos prédios, dão rasantes pelas sarjetas, pela miséria das calçadas...<br />
- porque <br />
Cansei de morrer, tantas vezes morri...<br />
antes do abraço, a um passo do encontro marcado, morri.<br />
atravessei luas, cruzei sóis sem chegar a lugar algum, cansei.<br />
cansei... de morrer, cansei!<br />
Reles destino, omisso, deitou-me em mar de areia.<br />
Anunciada solidão... estrelas marinhas, no olhar, bordei<br />
vestindo silêncios, revestida de sonhos, secreta, voei.<br />
ninguém me ouviu cantar... na sombra de um verso amanhecido, resplandeci<br />
à beira de um beijo morto, sonâmbula, amanheci poesia.<br />
Um sorriso latente a madrugada incendeia...<br />
Morremos nós, eternamente.<br />
-porque sou a outra... a bendita gêmea, maldita.<br />
-porque...
MiriamLiMiriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-74623794852756731522009-03-27T15:23:00.047-03:002010-02-26T03:41:54.943-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8jZaZBIVPvuF0Pg2yO3_tt7o9yLO5JDSnWLGQgzxmqSNVPRDRor2j9w_uPJemQk1t_TKNPwEsvedxNkNREhWpf5o29nQEKqDtCA-hOgp3qRhEt6ZK8IRHn8XLaXm38_9E08Ot/s1600-h/sala_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8jZaZBIVPvuF0Pg2yO3_tt7o9yLO5JDSnWLGQgzxmqSNVPRDRor2j9w_uPJemQk1t_TKNPwEsvedxNkNREhWpf5o29nQEKqDtCA-hOgp3qRhEt6ZK8IRHn8XLaXm38_9E08Ot/s400/sala_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360769285625256930" /></a>Meu mundo...minha arte... minha rede... e o meu silêncio<br /><br />Não te vás!<br /><br />Saia escarlate ao chão... jaz a luz à cabeceira<br />amantes vontades rasgando véus<br />silhuetas famintas, inflamadas carnes ao léu <br />mãos que não se calam... o vinho é servido.<br /><br />Pairam perfumes inundando o leito, gota a gota<br />regando feiticeiras bocas... rubra conspiração<br />desobrigadas taças... sorvido molho.<br /><br />Resgatada pele, rotas pernas abraçando a paixão<br />inútil fuga... empossados céus.<br />demasiado tarde... é morta, a solidão.<br /><br />Fica assim... no meu ultimo olhar, a miragem<br />diluindo silêncios, estremecendo a rede.<br /> <br />Assim ficas tu! esculpido em secreto poema<br />a dançar dentro de mim... Oh! túmido delírio<br />Não te vás! <br />MiriamLi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5gtj6VO4IlEIyfIX540vcc5X9z-GDRzbu4gHYaYh2GbwA-LYlqXFqxQ2tdnNWW9SFczfVqZBjVlvmgMUka9libjkfUVXArma8X_1AfVyyRFB6wwOisotasKdmVpVwVruUjcJo/s1600-h/um_fiodeouro_outrocinza.jpj.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5gtj6VO4IlEIyfIX540vcc5X9z-GDRzbu4gHYaYh2GbwA-LYlqXFqxQ2tdnNWW9SFczfVqZBjVlvmgMUka9libjkfUVXArma8X_1AfVyyRFB6wwOisotasKdmVpVwVruUjcJo/s320/um_fiodeouro_outrocinza.jpj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320655524980238370" /></a>Um fio de ouro... outro de cinza - afresco grafite em pó.<br />Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank">Pictural - Poesia - Pictural</a>Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-41078146261967007022009-02-18T07:37:00.040-03:002009-07-21T01:33:07.924-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 51%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZHbREkIiZmpJA2md5QTBgJN0ax_zJFbFbqmIPwUw7WYE-IPS6OUtW50aE-qkrcWJD15aRmzgCk4p8Oztu9PtZrv7D0LlAz-1g2L_6rjPa2g7EQd59nmQl_6NEfJyKsN2k_5K/s1600-h/picturalpoesiapictural_REDUZIDA_BLOG.JPG"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 580px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZHbREkIiZmpJA2md5QTBgJN0ax_zJFbFbqmIPwUw7WYE-IPS6OUtW50aE-qkrcWJD15aRmzgCk4p8Oztu9PtZrv7D0LlAz-1g2L_6rjPa2g7EQd59nmQl_6NEfJyKsN2k_5K/s400/picturalpoesiapictural_REDUZIDA_BLOG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360766157114806962" /></a>1998 - Afresco grafite em pó(140 x 90)</div><div style="float: right; width: 45%;">Ah! Como eu te amei...<br />Sonhados rios, lagos, oceanos, oásis cruzei<br />nos céus líquidos, dormentes desejos sangrei<br />versos calados para ti cantei... cantei... cantei...<br />soprei segredos, despertando pássaros, querubins<br /><br />Ah! Como eu te amei...<br /><br />Nua rua nua<br />passos incertos, noites sem lua<br />Prateada aliança<br />ao sabor dos desejos, no campasso dos ventos<br />no teu abraço dancei... dancei... dancei...<br /><br />Sobraram beijos<br />esparramadas pétalas na frágil calçada.<br /><br />Ah! Como eu te amei...<br /><br />A noite sempre se entrega ao astro rei<br />cai no dia, derretendo a magia.<br /><br />Silenciei<br /><br />Papoulas bailarinas ora desmaiadas<br />saudade sepultada viva na boêmia poesia.<br /><br />Eu te amei... amei... amei... (MiriamLi)</div><divstyle="clear: both">Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-21428669696887750382009-02-18T07:29:00.018-03:002010-02-26T03:05:07.215-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9QV_rujnH6DoraotSWP6HYFm09yx9BWUOq-jAo9fhLZ9-tBZwzIxv3rwvBdS2H_xyADmPiQ7ydO79qVVx-LH5OLdW7QIS6pwKtdIX2fI7WxAqioBRCJiP8cgwI38KiQDYpCE/s1600-h/cigano.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9QV_rujnH6DoraotSWP6HYFm09yx9BWUOq-jAo9fhLZ9-tBZwzIxv3rwvBdS2H_xyADmPiQ7ydO79qVVx-LH5OLdW7QIS6pwKtdIX2fI7WxAqioBRCJiP8cgwI38KiQDYpCE/s320/cigano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321243301461206818" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7xGNNp-9OpVwxAJenPxs7jcQSo3LyuMB-tTQDRoKnQsvkPQRWEVAHaUmMTw1A6zX_5S3-uBcrSwAsZ0Qf81nnDjRTFN2G4QvqoNMZ6oc_ZnbSTROivHqR4PIEfX7QtNwv2PY/s1600-h/aMAR_mBRAGAm_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 99px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7xGNNp-9OpVwxAJenPxs7jcQSo3LyuMB-tTQDRoKnQsvkPQRWEVAHaUmMTw1A6zX_5S3-uBcrSwAsZ0Qf81nnDjRTFN2G4QvqoNMZ6oc_ZnbSTROivHqR4PIEfX7QtNwv2PY/s400/aMAR_mBRAGAm_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308486663275879330" /></a>aMAR - 1997 - afresco grafite em pó(95x27)<br /></div>Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-37404292652899156442009-02-18T07:21:00.032-03:002010-02-26T03:39:37.229-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcr7Ph2HVpGOIkIcG-2CKzqnPJdzlgVbWtw5VpnqsqKj8sypDbsb6E6P_JosCqvskfn5gThevpX1JCu-LrFzHJbrg2t7bXfQYi0dBfVAm-de3rmh6bR3-yjgBpVPtviPKy5tO8/s1600-h/ATELIER.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120458509186063410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcr7Ph2HVpGOIkIcG-2CKzqnPJdzlgVbWtw5VpnqsqKj8sypDbsb6E6P_JosCqvskfn5gThevpX1JCu-LrFzHJbrg2t7bXfQYi0dBfVAm-de3rmh6bR3-yjgBpVPtviPKy5tO8/s400/ATELIER.jpg" border="0" /></a>Desenvolvi técnicas de desenho, pintura e afresco usando grafite-pó.<br /><br />Não tenho formação acadêmica ou cursos em artes, não conheço a história da<br />arte e nunca entrei numa galeria ou museu.<br /><br />A escola de arte me acrescentaria muito, mas não me capacitaria...<br /><br />A falta de conhecimento é justamente o que me torna absolutamente livre para<br />criar OS OLHARES DA MINHA ALMA.<br /><br />A minha arte.. é fruto do meu silêncio e da sabedoria primeira inerente ao ser<br />humano, é desobediente a regras, isenta de influências e dispensa modelos.<br /><br />É baseada, na elementar observação do efeito da luz e da sombra:<br />Fundamentada na análise detalhada das manchas nas paredes,produzidas pela<br />umidade e dos evidentes veios e nuances das pedras, madeiras, da lua e de todas<br />as superfícies (inclusive as líquidas):<br /><br />A minha arte é tirada de um todo que já existe..<br />enuncia a minha verdade, denunciando a mistificação atribuída à arte inusitada,<br />inculta e, protesta contra o fanatismo doutrinário...<br /><br />É legitimada pela lucidez do meu olhar despretensioso,atento para a inesgotável<br />fonte de possibilidades e de inspiração criativa de imagens, contidas em nuvens,<br />negativos de fotografias e películas de RX:<br /><br />É resultado lógico de consciente e solitária investigação, sobre a capacidade de<br />percepção cerebral e ao estímulo da memória visual, facultando-me a peculiar<br />habilidade de retratar, com precisão fotográfica, as imagens, rostos, olhares e<br />paisagens que registro em sonhos, durante o sono.<br /><br />Domino as técnicas de desenho e pintura que desenvolvi:<br />Em defesa própria,<br />indiferente a pensamentos alheios, supostas teorias e julgamentos precipitados...<br />não peço explicações sobre a MINHA arte, eu as tenho.<br /><br />Assumo e assino OS OLHARES DA MINHA ALMA.<br /><br />Não tenho religião... é a mola propulsora da discórdia entre a humanidade. (MiriamLi)Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-73611962646871151022009-02-18T07:20:00.026-03:002009-10-25T19:34:36.261-02:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2_QaZ6vQfrAq7TUZFm5K1QSA877AiMPBG_jxhU4I2sF_JC-Cub2v2D23cQOHBnRtFB4uM9eYJ4PfySrqWjcpnTzFUJOZHAFWvAR-tYAfI13aQLDwaWftdmWqp0oJ45ROMY6T/s1600-h/obras_premiadas_MONTAGEMBLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2_QaZ6vQfrAq7TUZFm5K1QSA877AiMPBG_jxhU4I2sF_JC-Cub2v2D23cQOHBnRtFB4uM9eYJ4PfySrqWjcpnTzFUJOZHAFWvAR-tYAfI13aQLDwaWftdmWqp0oJ45ROMY6T/s400/obras_premiadas_MONTAGEMBLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396650261956019858" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 48%;">Um outro olhar<br />grafite pó/madeira(100x70)<br />Desenho</div><div style="float: right; width: 48%;">O homem visita o homem<br />acrílica/colcha de tecido matelace(100x70)<br />Pintura</div></div><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><br />Obras premiadas<br />XIII Salão Internacional de Artes Plásticas do Proyecto Cultural Sur-Brasil/2004</div><br /><br /><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><br />Parceria com o poeta Fernando Oliveira - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank" >Pictural - Poesia - Pictural "Bilingue"</a></div>Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-68833311127342672442009-02-18T07:19:00.071-03:002010-02-26T03:50:08.182-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 49%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUaINC1ughxDqTJ05tNHv8mborL2q6IeJ1gkg6HGfPAuG5Iq4Fo1LVHAmsfssfo4ZXPnJ83oaT664GnX_9R0sSaFqHuX3HdJAmj6rtCHuv8uW8ktAhFGiyuyyo492rCrRYcO8j/s1600-h/os_teus_olhares_GRANDE-2008C.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 430px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUaINC1ughxDqTJ05tNHv8mborL2q6IeJ1gkg6HGfPAuG5Iq4Fo1LVHAmsfssfo4ZXPnJ83oaT664GnX_9R0sSaFqHuX3HdJAmj6rtCHuv8uW8ktAhFGiyuyyo492rCrRYcO8j/s320/os_teus_olhares_GRANDE-2008C.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321288967196605698" /></a>Os teus olhares - afresco grafite pó (130 x 90)</div><div style="float: right; width: 49%;"><br /><br /><br />Os teus olhares<br /><br />Os teus olhares, se bem que plurais, são singulares<br />Visonhas, vindas das reminiscências de Guernica<br />A de-multiplicação esparramada de, Picasso<br />Pela multiplicação aparamentada, adensa de, Lima.<br /><br />Como o poeta, rimas ou desramas, empilhas rostos<br />Como na poesia, estes formam o painel da centelha<br />A tua arte, alcança a minha, na imagem que é freira<br />A minha, sobra da tua, ou orna o quadro que não diz<br /><br />Os dois, somos poetas e pintores, um lê, o outro olha.<br /><br />Fernando Oliveira</div><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><br />Poesia dedicada a mim pelo Poeta Fernando Oliveira <br /><div style="float: left; width: 40%;">Parceria - Pictural-Poesia-Pictural "Bilingue"<br /><a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SszxhmELAaI/AAAAAAAADNc/XNmkJp36JzY/s800/pictural_poesia_thumbnail.jpg" /></a></div><div style="float: right; width: 50%;">Fernando Oliveira - Poetema<br /><a href="http://poetema.blogspot.com/"target="_blank"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SszuLTlTvCI/AAAAAAAADMY/VBZChcIysSc/s800/FERNANDO_%20OLIVEIRA_POETEMA.jpg" /></a></div></div>Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-65244343693308039552009-02-18T07:17:00.025-03:002010-02-26T03:46:12.919-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 90%;"><div style="float: left; width: 37%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Jr9gZvRdXcENpu64SQklYzsBhngnjiGbIdkvag6odeliIQYUQyowCZIp4eNaOib7EjcW-GNKmVS-bRPpuJdc1V2cZ6CuWxnFda3D_tGuDnrVPes7e001hPSkmVwgzVqZLjev/s1600-h/passos_de_cata_peq.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 345px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Jr9gZvRdXcENpu64SQklYzsBhngnjiGbIdkvag6odeliIQYUQyowCZIp4eNaOib7EjcW-GNKmVS-bRPpuJdc1V2cZ6CuWxnFda3D_tGuDnrVPes7e001hPSkmVwgzVqZLjev/s320/passos_de_cata_peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320985596946274066" /></a>Passos de cata - afresco(100x60)</div><br /><br /><br /><div style="float: right; width: 54%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhogNremvc2uNTvOw1ITxzJLDYeCcBHoUvSiJT69IEWr6UvWxFsmGMBnG2fMCnEzcIM_Dkse04_yw74NNjvNk_RacQJ_j0oZ_8TLXZqObUCg3nekOwQuTNQLGVixIAhwpjiKrU2/s1600-h/trilogiaemetamorfose_grd.jpg"target="_blank" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241488165338844098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhogNremvc2uNTvOw1ITxzJLDYeCcBHoUvSiJT69IEWr6UvWxFsmGMBnG2fMCnEzcIM_Dkse04_yw74NNjvNk_RacQJ_j0oZ_8TLXZqObUCg3nekOwQuTNQLGVixIAhwpjiKrU2/s400/trilogiaemetamorfose_grd.jpg" border="0" /></a>Trilogia e metamorfose - 1996 - afresco grafite pó(100x160)<divstyle="clear: both"></div></div><br /><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;">Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank" >Pictural - Poesia - Pictural "Bilingue"</a></div>Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-43788011864799042262009-02-18T07:09:00.054-03:002010-02-26T05:45:49.189-03:00<div style="float: left; WIDTH: 100%"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoC2wJeb18GbABRfmVjrpKtAPG4T31JcAWqKcRCGDi18pTMatPPc3ANZe4r-AYXik9om6Ab0wszva49FOZUJrIgSlLn15IyeDGeg3thTDTjN9FJRbimQ0PCrIf9gjvy4aHZNcb/s1600-h/duastorturas_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 670px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoC2wJeb18GbABRfmVjrpKtAPG4T31JcAWqKcRCGDi18pTMatPPc3ANZe4r-AYXik9om6Ab0wszva49FOZUJrIgSlLn15IyeDGeg3thTDTjN9FJRbimQ0PCrIf9gjvy4aHZNcb/s400/duastorturas_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396699113513836098" /></a></div><br /><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 100%"><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 33%">Duas torturas <br />grafite-pó/euicatex</div><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 33%">O silêncio dos desejos grafite-pó,acríl/madeira(70x50)</div><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 33%">Um olho facto..o outro abstracto acríl/lixa(50x40)</div></div><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;">Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank" >Pictural - Poesia - Pictural "Bilingue"</a></div>Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-83424851704589390542009-02-18T07:08:00.027-03:002010-02-26T03:59:03.856-03:00<div style="float: left; WIDTH: 100%"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9RXMyOCidO7mmqZHbwo7ZDKroFXNfXuAt9YkVpV30WtKYq50K_PwmJ1R3UfCgGe7LcmETvWyXwjYeIc98a88JS521KF17Z4hR-p3YbOoMMKque0qN9mw1LRYr1J75dBd7goco/s1600-h/tardedemais_fugitiva_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 670px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9RXMyOCidO7mmqZHbwo7ZDKroFXNfXuAt9YkVpV30WtKYq50K_PwmJ1R3UfCgGe7LcmETvWyXwjYeIc98a88JS521KF17Z4hR-p3YbOoMMKque0qN9mw1LRYr1J75dBd7goco/s400/tardedemais_fugitiva_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396710468590418258" /></a></div><br /><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 100%"><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 40%">Tarde demais...<br />acrílica/grafite pó/madeira(98x70)</div><div style="float: right; WIDTH: 60%">A Fugitiva-acrílica/carpete<br />Obra por mim destruída. <br />Inspirada em sonhos durante o sono.</div></div><br />.<br /><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 100%">Destruir uma obra é autoflagelo da alma, sentimentos. Também é uma "provocação". Faço.</div>Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-9452202221189161592009-02-18T07:05:00.094-03:002009-10-26T02:48:31.036-02:00<p><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfA9fj-iu7dcIBoc8u8Rdn5pg1L4J23-9LPpquRFzZRcMTLKt7skgG0cS15BY6HNC7T8fQJ4_p8_hncVmLsYQWsIQOEJxjypyEc9neklnPVvvGsO1jl_6-k_QU4_6gQ9VQ6MpL/s1600-h/ele_jordao_indiano_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 680px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfA9fj-iu7dcIBoc8u8Rdn5pg1L4J23-9LPpquRFzZRcMTLKt7skgG0cS15BY6HNC7T8fQJ4_p8_hncVmLsYQWsIQOEJxjypyEc9neklnPVvvGsO1jl_6-k_QU4_6gQ9VQ6MpL/s400/ele_jordao_indiano_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396752943768094226" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 40%;">Ele - grafite/pó/madeira</div><div style="float: left; width: 30%;">..águas do rio Jordão</div><div style="float: right; width: 30%;">Indiano.. dos sonhos meus</div></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><br />Obras por mim destruídas... Inspiradas em sonhos, durante o sono.<br />Sempre sonhei com estes rostos, olhares....<br />parecem me chamar para o paraíso dos sonhos... e eu vou!... rsss...</p><a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return verocultar(this);">Continue Lendo...<br /></a><div style="display: none;"><p></p>Lembro dos meus sonhos e "sei" quando estou sonhando... <br />os memorizo na íntegra, e, assim, retrato em telas e afrescos,<br />os rostos de pessoas que não conheço... só as vi em sonhos.<br /><br />Cá entre nós...<br />Existe alguém que nunca sonhou com pessoas que não conhece?<br />Só rindo mesmo... rssssssss</div><p></p></div>Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-85840790580754986262009-02-18T07:04:00.034-03:002010-02-26T04:04:59.521-03:00<div style="float: left; WIDTH: 100%"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsEfeQJLivL0460i62r3qizGvUr3avTmMl3ZC-otG7NAOInTjaLf590cAlrkSTIcA4WXV4_KAcUKJvujAf_YEIPTO7uSPoMY81JiPyTt2162jhhm24q6_qbxPELgC9rhPqUrt/s1600-h/tarde_demais_homem_nu_MONTAGEM+BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 670px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsEfeQJLivL0460i62r3qizGvUr3avTmMl3ZC-otG7NAOInTjaLf590cAlrkSTIcA4WXV4_KAcUKJvujAf_YEIPTO7uSPoMY81JiPyTt2162jhhm24q6_qbxPELgC9rhPqUrt/s400/tarde_demais_homem_nu_MONTAGEM+BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396734492441866530" /></a></div><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 100%"><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 40%">Tarde demais...</div><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 40%">grafite pó/ acríl/eucatex(90x60)</div></div>Miriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-78256765599457026552009-02-18T07:03:00.059-03:002009-11-02T02:56:02.085-02:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 32%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5ge-dQBqcDWsfKR3VDXNCKFELZAYfBHv5z9T1F7gxnirg_5bZcq_XdA70xJn6RF_oPoBaK1pz6quESvHf5bxQRrIuiICw2b0JCG6l5Dts7yK5wFd3kq6K4ehAtPtsuVWBso3/s1600-h/ficar_no_pensamento.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 339px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5ge-dQBqcDWsfKR3VDXNCKFELZAYfBHv5z9T1F7gxnirg_5bZcq_XdA70xJn6RF_oPoBaK1pz6quESvHf5bxQRrIuiICw2b0JCG6l5Dts7yK5wFd3kq6K4ehAtPtsuVWBso3/s320/ficar_no_pensamento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348360497831455554" /></a>grafite pó/papel</div><br /><br /><div style="float: left; width: 26%;">Ficar no pensamento<br /><br />imaginações entrelaçadas<br />que se apetecem em mim<br /><br />se não olho, penso e, vejo<br />um pensamento no meu<br />no meu pensamento és tu<br /><br />se não penso, vejo e, penso<br />que és para o meu intento<br />quem entrou para lá ficar.<br /><br />Fernando Oliveira</div><div style="float: right; width: 42%;"><br /><br />Dois silêncios... íntimas noites nuas<br />insinuante tapete mágico... deitados<br /><br />ameaças de morte por beijos... o teu<br />poema-mor, calado, em dança dentro de mim<br />velado convite, diamante anelado... o meu<br /><br />teu último mundo, sentença de vida em vida<br />confesso anel de olhares suspensos<br />fadado encontro, rendição... a sós<br />descobrem-se vivos...o meu e o teu.<br />Miriam lima/Braga</div></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><br />Parceria - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank">Pictural - Poesia - Pictural "Bilingue"</a></divMiriam limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.com