tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369697692012-02-16T19:36:57.967ZDominado pela planície, no silêncio da imensidão deste Alentejo, olho o mundo, e traduzo na tela os estados de alma.AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.comBlogger981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-8307838190803332152012-01-29T14:47:00.001Z2012-01-29T14:52:30.149Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxf5N5HLNnk/TyVc2vGXA-I/AAAAAAAAATY/fQxquTwxe5Q/s1600/SAM_0948.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 279px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703066598560433122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxf5N5HLNnk/TyVc2vGXA-I/AAAAAAAAATY/fQxquTwxe5Q/s400/SAM_0948.JPG" /></a>oleo s/tela 50x70<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-830783819080333215?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-71246093465779792442011-12-31T16:49:00.000Z2011-12-31T16:50:06.455Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h78D3j_w0Ws/Tv89HMPL_kI/AAAAAAAAATM/2iRGAzjnjhQ/s1600/SAM_0931.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 332px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692335647772900930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h78D3j_w0Ws/Tv89HMPL_kI/AAAAAAAAATM/2iRGAzjnjhQ/s400/SAM_0931.jpg" /></a>oleo s/tela 50x60<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-7124609346577979244?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-68645135113075073702011-12-31T16:47:00.000Z2011-12-31T16:48:30.589Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RdM0bor-A3A/Tv88ur3ul4I/AAAAAAAAATA/TkH39_CU_rk/s1600/SAM_0939.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 298px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692335226767710082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RdM0bor-A3A/Tv88ur3ul4I/AAAAAAAAATA/TkH39_CU_rk/s400/SAM_0939.jpg" /></a>acrilico s/tela 30x40<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-6864513511307507370?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-78923967983246544582011-12-31T16:41:00.002Z2011-12-31T16:47:02.497Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qkLTb7aPycI/Tv87eIvR0zI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Dz0HLa3zPYQ/s1600/SAM_0934.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 321px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692333842947494706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qkLTb7aPycI/Tv87eIvR0zI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Dz0HLa3zPYQ/s400/SAM_0934.jpg" /></a>acrilico s/tela 40x50<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-7892396798324654458?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-67594870683748155592011-03-08T14:53:00.003Z2011-03-08T14:57:42.691Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RIXHfCs_Nc8/TXZDgHVc3TI/AAAAAAAAASY/reyel1CNn28/s1600/IMG_0060.0%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581723007176203570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RIXHfCs_Nc8/TXZDgHVc3TI/AAAAAAAAASY/reyel1CNn28/s400/IMG_0060.0%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> óleo s/tela<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">(reposição)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-6759487068374815559?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-28997432784730091432011-01-01T13:18:00.002Z2011-01-01T13:20:42.928Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TR8p4XNDsuI/AAAAAAAAASE/Sgtz3DaTopI/s1600/SAM_0661.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557206513476678370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TR8p4XNDsuI/AAAAAAAAASE/Sgtz3DaTopI/s400/SAM_0661.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> acrilico s/tela<br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-2899743278473009143?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-22141089926136735712010-11-07T16:10:00.005Z2010-11-08T22:24:23.178Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TNbQM0DtnkI/AAAAAAAAARw/-TvpiKq0EYY/s1600/SAM_0558.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536841710449827394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TNbQM0DtnkI/AAAAAAAAARw/-TvpiKq0EYY/s400/SAM_0558.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">Recortada na luz funda do meu olhar,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">dás-me a forma e a côr da felicidade,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">agora esbatida na recordação do teu tacto</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">prematuramente perdido.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">Foi por ti que fui feliz, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">é agora por mim que choro...</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-2214108992613673571?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-64931130021783613132010-09-26T23:37:00.001+01:002010-09-26T23:40:37.133+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TJ_LoXr1g0I/AAAAAAAAARo/pq1vzIY_pj4/s1600/SAM_0071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521355562592600898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TJ_LoXr1g0I/AAAAAAAAARo/pq1vzIY_pj4/s400/SAM_0071.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrilico s/tela</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-6493113002178361313?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-44801314065213136932010-09-26T23:33:00.001+01:002010-09-26T23:36:44.612+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TJ_KufNOAAI/AAAAAAAAARg/g2hI1itJOSs/s1600/SAM_0104.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521354568179253250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TJ_KufNOAAI/AAAAAAAAARg/g2hI1itJOSs/s400/SAM_0104.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> acrilico s/tela</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4480131406521313693?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-53283903950559794832010-09-26T23:29:00.001+01:002010-11-07T16:24:50.700Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TJ_J-gx2RCI/AAAAAAAAARY/QPGtPCcjiPE/s1600/SAM_0097.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521353743967601698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TJ_J-gx2RCI/AAAAAAAAARY/QPGtPCcjiPE/s400/SAM_0097.JPG" /></a> ó<span style="font-size:85%;">leo s/tela<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-5328390395055979483?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-73608650504678933952010-09-26T23:22:00.000+01:002010-09-26T23:26:28.474+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TJ_IOTgkp5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/vZ_mJwfCxKg/s1600/SAM_0094.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521351816260134802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TJ_IOTgkp5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/vZ_mJwfCxKg/s400/SAM_0094.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> acrilico s/cartão<br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-7360865050467893395?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-38947187101936858422010-07-03T10:19:00.002+01:002010-09-26T23:44:00.870+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TC8A00h5cJI/AAAAAAAAARA/t3UP8yrTKA8/s1600/IMG_0094.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489607378241941650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TC8A00h5cJI/AAAAAAAAARA/t3UP8yrTKA8/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> acrilico s/tela</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-3894718710193685842?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-62703177774938549812010-05-30T16:17:00.003+01:002010-05-30T16:49:14.648+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TAKB2ubdj-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TW17SKLY1JY/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477082874012078050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TAKB2ubdj-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TW17SKLY1JY/s400/IMG_0092.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">grafite s/papel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"> No ponto onde o silêncio e a solidão</div><div align="center">Se cruzam com a noite e com o frio,</div><div align="center">esperei como quem espera em vão,</div><div align="center">Tão nítido e preciso era o vazio</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sophia de Mello Breyner in <em>No ponto onde o silêncio</em><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-6270317777493854981?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-546740842108334322010-05-30T16:12:00.004+01:002010-05-30T16:50:01.205+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TAKAuA59bPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/1oWH9_g1t_k/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477081624841383154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/TAKAuA59bPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/1oWH9_g1t_k/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> aguarela s/papel </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Há sempre um Deus fantástico nas casas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Em que eu vivo. E em volta dos meus passos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Eu sinto os grandes anjos cujas asas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Contêm todo o vento dos espaços</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sophia de mello Breyner in<em> As casas<br /></em></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-54674084210833432?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-54276517984405885982010-04-01T19:33:00.000+01:002010-04-01T19:35:57.627+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/S7TnUa7OtgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/nGFuO3rFu7s/s1600/IMG_0088.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455239386663663106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/S7TnUa7OtgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/nGFuO3rFu7s/s400/IMG_0088.JPG" /></a> acrílico s/tela<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-5427651798440588598?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-78485147949170719512010-02-27T17:12:00.002Z2010-02-27T20:00:52.130Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/S4lS5t3yk4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/CF8QQNr_3sE/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442972776173572994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/S4lS5t3yk4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/CF8QQNr_3sE/s400/IMG_0068.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> acrílico s/tela </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Tenho em mim como uma bruma</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que nada é nem contém</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">A saudade de coisa nenhuma,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">O desejo de qualquer bem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Fernando Pessoa, in: <em>Tenho em mim como uma bruma</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-7848514794917071951?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-57556877220361381752010-01-03T11:41:00.003Z2010-02-27T20:08:28.289Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/S0CC_BoGbOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tNrjxVxDblM/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422477970634075362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/S0CC_BoGbOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tNrjxVxDblM/s400/IMG_0103.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> acrílico s/tela </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">A sem igual riqueza do sobreiro!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Lembra fortuna rústica e maciça</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Nutre os porcos, dá sombra ao caminheiro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dá lenha, dá carvão, e dá cortiça</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Martinho de Brenderorde, in: <em>Alentejo</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-5755687722036138175?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-48219093646466627202009-12-08T23:28:00.002Z2009-12-09T00:02:50.635Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Sx7hb6OQOAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Q9uweLjxXgs/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413011671747672066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Sx7hb6OQOAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Q9uweLjxXgs/s400/IMG_0075.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Sx7hOr4M8CI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FXSsjxt_koE/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"></a><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela<br /></span>(...)</div><div align="center">Podes partir. De nada mais preciso</div><div align="center">para a minha ilusão de paraiso</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">David Mourão Ferreira, in </span><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Paraíso<br /></span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4821909364646662720?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-54880288847113187802009-12-05T14:30:00.000Z2009-12-05T14:32:43.493Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Sxpu0NXq_JI/AAAAAAAAAPc/55IVuc3Rin0/s1600-h/quadros+002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411759745460272274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Sxpu0NXq_JI/AAAAAAAAAPc/55IVuc3Rin0/s400/quadros+002.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> óleo s/tela<br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-5488028884711318780?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-50489781016516391912009-11-30T18:22:00.005Z2009-12-09T00:11:13.895Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SxQNp7MsyMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uU5sIBhO-X4/s1600/IMG_0021.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409964066295564482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SxQNp7MsyMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uU5sIBhO-X4/s400/IMG_0021.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(reposição)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Agora que em Copenhaga se discute o planeta, será que ainda há salvação?<br /></span></div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-5048978101651639191?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-49398910468112888552009-10-24T23:20:00.002+01:002009-10-25T16:14:15.877Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SuN9-s-SEqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UcgGBE-rk10/s1600-h/IMG_0040.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396295294697738914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SuN9-s-SEqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UcgGBE-rk10/s400/IMG_0040.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> acrilico s/tela </span></div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">E o seu reflexo pálido, embebido</div><div align="center">Como um gládio de prata na corrente,</div><div align="center">Rasga o seio do rio adormecido. </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Olavo Bilac in <em>Rio Abaixo</em><br /></span></div></span></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4939891046811288855?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-35769670060945245322009-09-28T01:06:00.002+01:002009-09-29T01:16:16.257+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Sr_-iTaE5rI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DwPo254p7HA/s1600-h/IMG_0035.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386303544637056690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Sr_-iTaE5rI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DwPo254p7HA/s400/IMG_0035.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center">Com castanhas assadas,</div><div align="center">chuva na imaginação, </div><div align="center">e luzes molhadas </div><div align="center">no asfalto do chão, </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">João José Cochofel in <em>Os Dias Intimos</em></span></div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-3576967006094524532?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-64413259523825834572009-08-11T21:09:00.001+01:002009-08-11T22:29:11.521+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SoHQLU5IcBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BCZex3emhi4/s1600-h/IMG_0033.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368801123807817746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SoHQLU5IcBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BCZex3emhi4/s400/IMG_0033.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> acrílico s/tela</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Ó mar salgado, quanto do teu sal</span></div><div align="center"> São lágrimas de Portugal! </div><div align="center">Por te cruzarmos, quantas mães choraram, </div><div align="center">Quantos filhos em vão rezaram!</div><div align="center"> Quantas noivas ficaram por casar </div><div align="center">Para que fosses nosso, ó mar! </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Fernando Pessoa</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-6441325952382583457?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-5691176721107255612009-07-27T17:11:00.002+01:002009-07-27T22:30:21.025+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Sm3R3gIPD7I/AAAAAAAAAOs/YUOC9hKxjH4/s1600-h/IMG_0029.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363173482715615154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Sm3R3gIPD7I/AAAAAAAAAOs/YUOC9hKxjH4/s400/IMG_0029.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> acrílico s/tela </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center">Mar! Mar!</div><div align="center">Mar! Mar! </div><div align="center">Quem sentiu mar?</div><div align="center">Não o mar azul</div><div align="center">de caravelas ao largo </div><div align="center">e marinheiros valentes</div><div align="center">Não o mar de todos os ruídos</div><div align="center">de ondas </div><div align="center">que estalam na praia</div><div align="center">Não o mar salgado </div><div align="center">dos pássaros marinhos </div><div align="center">de conchas </div><div align="center">areias </div><div align="center">e algas do mar </div><div align="center">Mar! </div><div align="center">Raiva-angústia </div><div align="center">de revolta contida </div><div align="center">Mar! </div><div align="center">Siléncio-espuma </div><div align="center">de lábios sangrados</div><div align="center">e dentes partidos </div><div align="center">Mar! </div><div align="center">do não-repartido </div><div align="center">e do sonho afrontado </div><div align="center">Mar! </div><div align="center">Quem sentiu mar? </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Arménio Vieira in </span><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Mar<br /></span></em></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-569117672110725561?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-5120359973628157902009-07-05T16:33:00.006+01:002009-07-05T17:30:35.050+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SlDIOs4QT_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/OEKmsja9rm8/s1600-h/IMG_0309.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355000111834353650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SlDIOs4QT_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/OEKmsja9rm8/s400/IMG_0309.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">pastel s/papel </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center">Procura a maravilha. </div><div align="center">Onde um beijo sabe</div><div align="center">a barcos e bruma. </div><div align="center">No brilho redondo</div><div align="center">e jovem dos joelhos. </div><div align="center">Na noite inclinada </div><div align="center">de melancolia. </div><div align="center">Procura. </div><div align="center">Procura a maravilha. </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Eugénio de Andrade</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-512035997362815790?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-89319727737303061872009-06-28T17:09:00.002+01:002009-07-05T17:23:33.498+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SkeWCQwvHXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5NKv17XLTlA/s1600-h/IMG_0308.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352411647756410226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SkeWCQwvHXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5NKv17XLTlA/s400/IMG_0308.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Entre os teus lábios</div><div align="center"> é que a loucura acode, </div><div align="center">desce à garganta, </div><div align="center">invade a água. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">No teu peito</div><div align="center"> é que o pólen do fogo </div><div align="center">se junta à nascente, </div><div align="center">alastra na sombra.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Nos teus flancos</div><div align="center">é que a fonte começa</div><div align="center">a ser rio de abelhas, </div><div align="center">rumor de tigre.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> Da cintura aos joelhos</div><div align="center"> é que a areia queima,</div><div align="center"> o sol é secreto,</div><div align="center"> cego o silêncio.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> Deita-te comigo. </div><div align="center">Ilumina meus vidros.</div><div align="center"> Entre lábios e lábios </div><div align="center">toda a música é minha.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Eugénio de Andrade in <em>entre os teus lábios</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-8931972773730306187?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-54919177398092938362009-05-03T19:27:00.001+01:002009-05-18T23:43:17.564+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Sf3ipa-3toI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LjzD8d3EDzg/s1600-h/IMG_0301.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331666735122069122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Sf3ipa-3toI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LjzD8d3EDzg/s400/IMG_0301.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">e um olhar perdido é tão difícil de encontar</div><div align="center"> como o é congregar ventos dispersos pelo mar </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Ruy Belo</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-5491917739809293836?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-32450757750156955862009-03-30T01:14:00.001+01:002009-03-30T01:18:43.123+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SdAPox4hi8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/6W8Gnt1Nl4A/s1600-h/quadros+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318768353184156610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SdAPox4hi8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/6W8Gnt1Nl4A/s400/quadros+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">grafite s/papel</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-3245075775015695586?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-26990061896050777402009-03-08T16:24:00.009Z2009-03-08T16:46:38.018Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SbPxlneVygI/AAAAAAAAANs/JN76SFVRXYc/s1600-h/Imagem+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310854014153640450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SbPxlneVygI/AAAAAAAAANs/JN76SFVRXYc/s400/Imagem+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> acrilico s/tela</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center">Se um dia te lembrares porque és mulher,</div><div align="center">se tiveres na recordação Joana D' Arc, Maria da Fonte, </div><div align="center">e tantas outras que pela liberdade trocaram a vida.</div><div align="center">Se continuares a ter força para combateres aqueles</div><div align="center">que do teu corpo se servem...</div><div align="center">e com determinação lutares </div><div align="center">contra os que te querem manter na ignorância,</div><div align="center">se compreenderes que no teu ventre</div><div align="center">não geras simplesmente um filho...</div><div align="center">mas um lutador como tu,</div><div align="center">se teimares em fazer compreender ao homem que és mulher,</div><div align="center">se vires neste cravo que te ofereço</div><div align="center">a vontade de ao teu lado lutar...</div><div align="center">Então, tu estás no caminho certo,</div><div align="center">e eu compreendo porque tu és mulher...</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(escrito em 1983 à companheira de toda a vida)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SbPxYAD3rBI/AAAAAAAAANk/eGc5i2ROquA/s1600-h/Imagem+002.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-2699006189605077740?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-4301753475391557912009-02-16T18:27:00.002Z2009-03-08T16:50:46.272Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SZmwOLPqkDI/AAAAAAAAANM/OM_x3Xm4NxQ/s1600-h/IMG_0235.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303463793788620850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SZmwOLPqkDI/AAAAAAAAANM/OM_x3Xm4NxQ/s400/IMG_0235.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-430175347539155791?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-20953342503300672812009-01-11T22:56:00.005Z2009-01-29T22:16:27.858Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SWp528T8rDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7vatKoiE1EY/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290174697109761074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SWp528T8rDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7vatKoiE1EY/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span></p><p align="center"><br />Ah como eu sinto o outono</p><p align="center">nestes crepúsculos dispersos,</p><p align="center">de solidão e de abandono! </p><p align="center">nessas nuvens longínquas, agoureiras,</p><p align="center">que têm a cor que um dia houve em meus</p><p align="center">versos </p><p align="center">e nas tuas olheiras... </p><p align="center">Tomba uma sombra roxa sobre a terra. </p><p align="center">A mesma nuança em torno tudo encerra</p><p align="center">nuns tons fanados de ametista.</p><p align="center">Caem violetas... </p><p align="center">Paisagem velha e nunca vista... </p><p align="center">Paisagem próxima e tão distante... </p><p align="center">A luz foge, esfacelando em silhuetas </p><p align="center">os troncos</p><p align="center">da alameda agonizante.</p><p align="center">O outono é uma elegia que as folhas plangem,</p><p align="center">pelo vento, em bando...</p><p align="center">E o outono me amargura e anestesia </p><p align="center">com o silêncio... </p><p align="center">Silêncio </p><p align="center">das ressonâncias esquecidas</p><p align="center">que o fim do dia deixa sempre no ar... </p><p align="center">Silêncio irmão das covas, </p><p align="center">das ermidas, incenso das distâncias, </p><p align="center">onde a memória fica a ouvir perdidas</p><p align="center">palavras que morreram sem falar... </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Alvaro moreyra, in <em>Lenda das Rosas</em></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-2095334250330067281?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-62505059119838901802008-12-26T19:37:00.003Z2008-12-29T00:18:54.853Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SVUyvQPqeLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/oEl7t9IbBII/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284185525185050802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SVUyvQPqeLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/oEl7t9IbBII/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Alentejo terra pura</div><div align="center">céu azul céu cinzento</div><div align="center">cai a chuva e faz vento</div><div align="center">em terra de agricultura.</div><div align="center">Bate o sol em vida dura</div><div align="center">E neste nosso tesouro</div><div align="center">onde o campo é tão loiro</div><div align="center">cresce o trigo dá o pão</div><div align="center">e se ouve com razão</div><div align="center">Alentejo terra d'oiro</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Octavio Cardoso</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-6250505911983890180?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-44591228690680382432008-12-01T12:58:00.003Z2008-12-02T00:54:49.365Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/STPfmwdPquI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dauvN_na258/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274805445516569314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/STPfmwdPquI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dauvN_na258/s400/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Hoje sorriem-me a terra e os céus; </div><div align="center">sinto no fundo da minha alma o sol;</div><div align="center">eu hoje vi-a..., vi-a e ela olhou-me...</div><div align="center">Creio hoje em Deus!</div><div align="center">(...) </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4459122869068038243?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-26362165126854370762008-11-05T00:43:00.002Z2008-11-05T01:13:42.026Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SRDsX7X3ZOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QSDDgm13c7U/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264967860215047394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SRDsX7X3ZOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QSDDgm13c7U/s400/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Foi para ti que criei as rosas. </div><div align="center">Foi para ti que lhes dei perfume. </div><div align="center">Para ti rasguei ribeiros</div><div align="center">e dei às romãs a cor do lume.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Eugénio de Andrade</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-2636216512685437076?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-31007464151086697422008-10-25T09:54:00.002+01:002008-11-05T01:12:00.513Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SQLfHD3HLtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/G9eT-RoJqqk/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261012627110702802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SQLfHD3HLtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/G9eT-RoJqqk/s400/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/cartão</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Vai-te, Poesia!<br /><br />Deixa-me ver a vida<br />exacta e intolerável<br />neste planeta feito de carne humana a chorar<br />onde um anjo me arrasta todas as noites para casa pelos cabelos<br />com bandeiras de lume nos olhos,<br />para fabricar sonhos<br />carregados de dinamite de lágrimas.<br /><br />Vai-te, Poesia!<br /><br />Não quero cantar.<br />Quero gritar!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Manuel Bandeira</span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-3100746415108669742?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-13274484771112241202008-09-30T23:55:00.002+01:002008-10-03T00:45:26.812+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SOKuoNfDRlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NIAtvRvJQmU/s1600-h/IMG_0294.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251952121305318994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SOKuoNfDRlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NIAtvRvJQmU/s400/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">uma <a href="http://www.escritoaquente.blogspot.com/">amiga </a>passou por aqui, e deixou nome para este quadro...<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-1327448477111224120?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-27727528808353841432008-09-30T23:53:00.001+01:002008-10-01T00:21:06.047+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SOKuKCXsDhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mTw1i17E0Fo/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251951602925571602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SOKuKCXsDhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mTw1i17E0Fo/s400/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrilico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Canta alentejano, canta,<br />O teu canto é oração,<br />Tens a alma na garganta<br />Solidão, ai não, ai não</div><div align="center">(...)<br /> Eu gosto muito de ouvir<br />Cantar a quem aprendeu<br />Houvera quem me ensinara,<br />Quem aprendia era eu!</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">popular Alentejano</span></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-2772752880835384143?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-48440775326616248702008-09-09T01:51:00.001+01:002008-09-09T23:42:37.567+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SMXIy31NhQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CMKI1ANL5a4/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243818117448959234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SMXIy31NhQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CMKI1ANL5a4/s400/IMG_0268.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">aguarela</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Um céu abafadiço, um ar de ausência</div><div align="center"> esperando nuvens imóveis no céu baixo.</div><div align="center"> A terra, já das ceifas recolhida,</div><div align="center"> alonga-se manchada a flores tardias, </div><div align="center">roxas, vermelhas, amarelas, brancas,</div><div align="center"> como penugem de esquecida Primavera.</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Jorge de Sena, in: <em>De Relance, O Alentejo</em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4844077532661624870?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-36128383032703441122008-08-17T12:06:00.001+01:002008-08-17T22:48:14.462+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SKgGiiY3thI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LrqaklYLvoA/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235441757234640402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SKgGiiY3thI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LrqaklYLvoA/s400/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Colhe</div><div align="center"> todo o oiro do dia</div><div align="center"> na haste mais alta</div><div align="center"> da melancolia.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Eugénio de andrade</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-3612838303270344112?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-72738971239679866642008-08-13T00:16:00.002+01:002008-08-14T00:24:18.852+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SKIaFKz2SsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tZtjXeYm05c/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233774393061427906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SKIaFKz2SsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tZtjXeYm05c/s400/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">A Terra Também eu quero abrir-te e semear </div><div align="center">Um grão de poesia no teu seio!</div><div align="center">Anda tudo a lavrar,</div><div align="center">Tudo a enterrar centeio,</div><div align="center">E são horas de eu pôr a germinar</div><div align="center">A semente dos versos que granjeio. </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Na seara madura de amanhã</div><div align="center">Sem fronteiras nem dono,</div><div align="center">Há de existir a praga da milhã, </div><div align="center">A volúpia do sono</div><div align="center">Da papoula vermelha e temporã,</div><div align="center">E o alegre abandono</div><div align="center">De uma cigarra vã. </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Miguel Torga, in <em>A Terra</em></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-7273897123967986664?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-26156274761516926412008-08-02T00:25:00.001+01:002008-08-02T01:03:21.869+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SJObjTu6XZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CJO1HlWaU-M/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229694623202041234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SJObjTu6XZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CJO1HlWaU-M/s400/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">oleo s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">Atapetemos a vida </div><div align="center">Contra nós e contra o mundo. </div><div align="center">— Desçamos panos de fundo </div><div align="center">A cada hora vivida!</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Mário de Sá-Carneiro</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-2615627476151692641?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-53041243302922501112008-07-12T01:20:00.001+01:002008-07-12T01:25:57.341+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SHf5MM5CCOI/AAAAAAAAAII/OzwLbNxhnkE/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221916280973560034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SHf5MM5CCOI/AAAAAAAAAII/OzwLbNxhnkE/s400/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Por trás daquela janela<br />Cuja cortina não muda<br />Que a alma em si mesma estuda<br />No desejo que a revela.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Fernando Pessoa</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-5304124330292250111?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-34226786418702061932008-06-22T13:17:00.002+01:002008-06-22T23:18:47.920+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SF5C-waEP_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/q0yevZ93hX4/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214679064455167986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SF5C-waEP_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/q0yevZ93hX4/s400/IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Minha culpa Sei lá! Sei lá! Eu sei lá bem </div><div align="center">Quem sou? Um fogo-fátuo, uma miragem...</div><div align="center">Sou um reflexo... um canto de paisagem</div><div align="center">Ou apenas cenário! Um vaivém </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Florbela Espanca in <em>Minha Culpa</em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-3422678641870206193?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-45626268865004089492008-06-08T23:06:00.003+01:002008-06-18T01:20:20.281+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SExYSbglHLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bFZvlBr8brw/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209635942606118066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SExYSbglHLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bFZvlBr8brw/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center">Meus olhos vão seguindo incendiados</div><div align="center">a chama da leveza nesta dança, </div><div align="center">que mostra velho sonho acalentado</div><div align="center">de ver a bailarina que me alcança</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Aníbal Beça, in <em>Canto IV</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4562626886500408949?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-82311499320275195092008-05-11T21:42:00.007+01:002008-06-22T19:16:55.909+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SF6Wpj3ZP3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/5-MbJ3DXRJo/s1600-h/IMG_0221.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214771059287998322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SF6Wpj3ZP3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/5-MbJ3DXRJo/s400/IMG_0221.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span><br /><br />(...)<br /><br /><div align="center">Eu não tenho filosofia, tenho sentidos... </div><div align="center">Se falo na Natureza não é porque saiba o que ela é,</div><div align="center">Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por isso, </div><div align="center">Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama </div><div align="center">Nem sabe por que ama, nem o que é amar... </div><div align="center">Amar é a eterna inocência, </div><div align="center">E a única inocência é não pensar... </div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Alberto Caeiro (Fernando Pessoa)</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-8231149932027519509?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-47197294426184919072008-04-25T20:06:00.002+01:002008-05-08T00:39:52.327+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SBIr4IaHzNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_66XvXERoD0/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193261563641318610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SBIr4IaHzNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_66XvXERoD0/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">tinta da china s/papel</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Eu vi Abril por fora e Abril por dentro</div><div align="center">vi o Abril que foi e Abril de agora</div><div align="center">eu vi Abril em festa e Abril lamento</div><div align="center">Abril como quem ri como quem chora.</div><div align="center">Eu vi chorar Abril e Abril partir</div><div align="center">vi o Abril de sim e Abril de não</div><div align="center">Abril que já não é Abril por vir</div><div align="center">e como tudo o mais contradição.</div><div align="center">Vi o Abril que ganha e Abril que perde</div><div align="center">Abril que foi Abril e o que não foi</div><div align="center">eu vi Abril de ser e de não ser.</div><div align="center">Abril de Abril vestido (Abril tão verde)</div><div align="center">Abril de Abril despido (Abril que dói)</div><div align="center">Abril já feito. E ainda por fazer.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Manuel Alegre, in <em>Abril de sim Abril de não</em></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4719729442618491907?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-83918797769537295222008-04-21T23:12:00.002+01:002008-07-06T23:36:51.951+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SHFIxe47_JI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PdxynoLyXDE/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220033458041781394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SHFIxe47_JI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PdxynoLyXDE/s400/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SA0RdTb_gjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CNidXM8Y_lA/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"></a><span style="font-size:85%;">acrilico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">A vila </div><div align="center">o canto longínquo do tempo</div><div align="center">deixa-me para sempre. É pouco. </div><div align="center">nas dunas crescem as flores novas.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">João Miguel Fernandes Jorge</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-8391879776953729522?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-24422774534453070532008-03-10T00:23:00.002Z2008-06-20T21:40:39.576+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SFwVsoEoZ5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/3EOSlti90Ec/s1600-h/IMG_0253+reduzida.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214066325003462546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/SFwVsoEoZ5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/3EOSlti90Ec/s400/IMG_0253+reduzida.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-2442277453445307053?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-86753469974464676282008-02-04T23:19:00.000Z2008-02-04T23:20:39.082Z<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/R6edp4mxcnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/y0ksgAvDf84/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163268840698770034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/R6edp4mxcnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/y0ksgAvDf84/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">grafite</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-8675346997446467628?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-34666338005463396262008-01-14T23:56:00.000Z2008-01-15T00:39:29.965Z<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/R4v3-al8R8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/FWPbFmSa3_c/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155486850118076354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/R4v3-al8R8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/FWPbFmSa3_c/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">aguarela</span> </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">Surgem agora, em curva harmoniosa,</div><div align="center">Os cerros, as colinas. </div><div align="center">Há na paz doce, triste e religiosa, </div><div align="center">Unções quase divinas!</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">esmeralda Santos, in: <em>Paisagem do Alentejo</em></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-3466633800546339626?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-24949389784522157882007-12-14T22:15:00.000Z2007-12-14T22:18:10.547Z<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/R2MA36l8R7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/DGjg8Eqsmxw/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143956160008439730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/R2MA36l8R7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/DGjg8Eqsmxw/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-2494938978452215788?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-41316291652801005952007-11-17T00:05:00.000Z2007-11-17T00:19:16.054Z<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rz4wnHGqWsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RE4n3s83gs8/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133594073728965314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rz4wnHGqWsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RE4n3s83gs8/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">grafite</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Quero voar -mas saem da lama </div><div align="center">garras de chão </div><div align="center">que me prendem os tornozelos. </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">José Gomes Ferreira</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4131629165280100595?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-65438186925347489212007-10-22T19:45:00.001+01:002007-10-22T19:47:11.778+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RxzwDEIO2dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TTS0EKjf1Xo/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124234411479325138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RxzwDEIO2dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TTS0EKjf1Xo/s320/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílicos s/tela</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-6543818692534748921?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-44391040175057489302007-10-01T22:44:00.000+01:002008-01-23T21:42:06.160Z<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RwFqt0IO2cI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-2deCNYmPDc/s1600-h/IMG_0132.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116487986989423042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RwFqt0IO2cI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-2deCNYmPDc/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">E eu sinto que em meu gesto existe o teu gesto</div><div align="center"> e em minha voz</div><div align="center"> a tua voz.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Fernando Pessoa<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4439104017505748930?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-34231513925350703142007-09-13T22:55:00.000+01:002007-09-13T22:59:13.463+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RumyRJ-SVgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wgIiWTA60b8/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109811260033226242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RumyRJ-SVgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wgIiWTA60b8/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-3423151392535070314?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-67893317206788782602007-08-27T21:31:00.000+01:002007-09-13T23:01:32.437+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RtM1CWfmbVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mpEtjt1_zlA/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103481117255036242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RtM1CWfmbVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mpEtjt1_zlA/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/2 telas</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-6789331720678878260?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-72145440084069567852007-08-23T23:38:00.000+01:002007-08-24T00:09:22.495+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rs4MsGfmbUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LfZ8FccowBs/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102029379654282562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rs4MsGfmbUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LfZ8FccowBs/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">aguarela</span> </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">Debalde clamo e choro, erguendo aos céus meus ais: </div><div align="center">Voltam na asa do vento os aias que a alma chora,</div><div align="center"> Elas, porém, senhor, elas não voltam mais... </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">António Nobre</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-7214544008406956785?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-814262184129632302007-08-14T19:37:00.000+01:002007-08-15T23:58:33.913+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RsH2tRrECAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXr--jvs1l8/s1600-h/IMG_0121.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098627510858680322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RsH2tRrECAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yXr--jvs1l8/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">aguarela</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center">Quando vejo-te assim, do sono da indolência, </div><div align="center">Dilatado o contorno algente, acetinado, </div><div align="center">Intumescido o seio, e um tom fresco e rosado </div><div align="center">Tingindo-te da carne a rica florescência.</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Carvalho junior in <em>Adormecida</em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-81426218412963230?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-18905348493919296432007-08-10T00:00:00.000+01:002007-08-10T23:16:50.159+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rruc9RrEB_I/AAAAAAAAADI/zXVjku8D-tI/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096839979829823474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rruc9RrEB_I/AAAAAAAAADI/zXVjku8D-tI/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">aguarela</span> </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">Logo que a vida me não canse, deixo</div><div align="center">Que a vida por mim passe</div><div align="center">Logo que eu fique o mesmo.</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Fernando Pessoa</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-1890534849391929643?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-56369042269507916142007-08-01T23:17:00.000+01:002007-08-01T23:20:53.489+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RrEG5hrEB-I/AAAAAAAAADA/wSJEV4JW0ww/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093860238894041058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RrEG5hrEB-I/AAAAAAAAADA/wSJEV4JW0ww/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrilico s/cartão</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center">Música, levai-me:<br />Onde estão as barcas?<br />Onde são as ilhas?</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Eugenio de Andrade</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-5636904226950791614?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-8559960031088877932007-07-23T20:02:00.001+01:002007-07-23T20:06:30.424+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RqT7X90LcTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4JqJY7ferRk/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090469867984482610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RqT7X90LcTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4JqJY7ferRk/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">grafite s/papel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center">Quem me leva os meus fantasmas</div><div align="center">Quem me salva desta espada</div><div align="center">Quem me diz onde é a estrada?</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pedro Abrunhosa, <em>Quem me leva os meus fantasmas, </em>in CD, <em>Luz</em></span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-855996003108887793?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-87035763745990482542007-07-23T19:57:00.000+01:002007-07-23T20:01:57.008+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RqT6Zt0LcSI/AAAAAAAAACw/s8BW7Q1QYm4/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090468798537625890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RqT6Zt0LcSI/AAAAAAAAACw/s8BW7Q1QYm4/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">grafite s/papel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center">De que serve ter o mapa</div><div align="center">se o fim está traçado,</div><div align="center">De que serve a terra à vista</div><div align="center">Se o barco está parado,</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pedro Abrunhosa, <em>Quem me leva os meus fantasmas, in CD, Luz</em></span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-8703576374599048254?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-5254135246869544252007-07-23T19:50:00.000+01:002007-07-23T19:57:40.875+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RqT48t0LcRI/AAAAAAAAACo/q3QodFPLVtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090467200809791762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RqT48t0LcRI/AAAAAAAAACo/q3QodFPLVtQ/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /></a>carvão s/papel</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">De que serve ter a chave</div><div align="center">Se a porta está aberta,</div><div align="center">De que servem as palavras</div><div align="center">se a casa está deserta?</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pedro Abrunhosa, <em>Quem me leva os meus fantasmas, </em>in CD, <em>Luz</em></span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-525413524686954425?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-79710906473269908712007-07-10T00:36:00.000+01:002007-07-11T01:13:08.678+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RpLGnSXyw9I/AAAAAAAAACg/m6ebJ3jRfv8/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085345307503543250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RpLGnSXyw9I/AAAAAAAAACg/m6ebJ3jRfv8/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">pastel s/cartão</span> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Este é o orvalho dos teus olhos.<br />Esta é a rosa dos teus vales.<br />O silêncio dos olhos está no silêncio das rosas.<br />Tu estás no meio,<br />entre a dor e o espanto da treva.</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">José Agostinho Batista</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-7971090647326990871?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-79311142824481413552007-06-26T22:39:00.000+01:002007-06-26T22:47:15.395+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RoGH4L7hbmI/AAAAAAAAACY/BMx3Nn2drvE/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080491253995499106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RoGH4L7hbmI/AAAAAAAAACY/BMx3Nn2drvE/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">a ver da vida,</div><div align="center">que só tem quem daqui sai...</div><div align="center">e os que aqui ficam, </div><div align="center">têm solidão e mágoa...</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>A carreira das duas</em>, CD <em>A cor da vontade</em>, Quadrilha</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-7931114282448141355?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-31355766876360161812007-06-03T00:31:00.000+01:002007-06-03T00:33:43.042+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RmH-Hj7kzaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/32bS_q3eeIE/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071614061253545378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RmH-Hj7kzaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/32bS_q3eeIE/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">aguarela</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-3135576687636016181?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-26503578577244206232007-05-31T23:26:00.000+01:002007-05-31T23:51:47.747+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rl9Lzz7kzZI/AAAAAAAAACI/jPm68wHgJvM/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070855058927963538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rl9Lzz7kzZI/AAAAAAAAACI/jPm68wHgJvM/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">aguarela</span> </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">Por entre os campos, os cordões rugosos</div><div align="center"> dos caminhos para toda a parte,</div><div align="center"> menos para os campos, que pacientemente evitam.</div><div align="center"> Na linha do horizonte próxima ou distante</div><div align="center"> conforme as ténues cristas da planura imensa,</div><div align="center"> um claror de céu, um tufo de arvoredo,</div><div align="center"> alternadamente se tocam e se afastam. </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Jorge de Sena</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-2650357857724420623?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-41640752838253747872007-05-29T01:27:00.000+01:002007-05-29T01:37:52.179+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rltzlj7kzYI/AAAAAAAAACA/HVyVmVGxdww/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069772894673096066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rltzlj7kzYI/AAAAAAAAACA/HVyVmVGxdww/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Menina dos olhos tristes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">O que tanto a faz chorar?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">- o soldadinho não volta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Do outro lado do mar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Senhora d'olhos cansados</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">porque a fatiga o tear?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">- o soldadinho não volta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">do outro lado do mar.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Reinaldo Ferreira in <em>Menina dos olhos tristes</em></span></div><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></p><p></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4164075283825374787?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-3082928229594548182007-05-15T23:31:00.000+01:002007-05-16T00:14:57.766+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rko1I2unrkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/R-haXhpFUy4/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064919157177822786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rko1I2unrkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/R-haXhpFUy4/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">...</div><div align="center">QUE CÉU tão negro... que tão negra a terra,<br />Rugindo rola-se o trovão no espaço...<br />Falanges negras de chumbadas nuvens<br />Raios vomitam num medonho abraço... </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Castro Alves</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-308292822959454818?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-46814523820948339112007-04-25T12:49:00.000+01:002007-04-25T13:02:46.179+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Ri9AsQznQiI/AAAAAAAAABw/kS9qw3G6cCw/s1600-h/IMG_0061a.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057332035730227746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Ri9AsQznQiI/AAAAAAAAABw/kS9qw3G6cCw/s320/IMG_0061a.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">Nas minhas mãos a madrugada</div><div align="center"> abriu a flor de Abril também</div><div align="center"> a flor sem medo perfumada</div><div align="center"> com o aroma que o mar</div><div align="center"> tem flor de Lisboa bem amada</div><div align="center"> que mal me quis que me quer bem! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Ary dos Santos</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4681452382094833911?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-44002572550630539872007-04-15T23:56:00.000+01:002007-04-16T00:03:14.270+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RiKuUGtcAQI/AAAAAAAAABc/B20PETOFcpE/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053793392284926210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RiKuUGtcAQI/AAAAAAAAABc/B20PETOFcpE/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center">Um Búzio desigual e retorcido </div><div align="center">Trazia por Trombeta sonorosa,</div><div align="center"> De Pérolas e Aljôfar guarnecido,</div><div align="center"> Com obra mui sutil e curiosa.</div><div align="center"> Depois do Mar azul ter dividido,</div><div align="center"> Se sentou numa pedra Cavernosa,</div><div align="center"> E com as mãos limpando a cabeleira</div><div align="center"> Da tortuosa cola fez cadeira</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Bento Teixeira</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4400257255063053987?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-36585946707862491332007-04-02T00:04:00.000+01:002007-04-02T00:18:10.005+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RhA7NqqTf3I/AAAAAAAAABU/eX4AU3LiyBA/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048600288258391922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RhA7NqqTf3I/AAAAAAAAABU/eX4AU3LiyBA/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/cartão</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center">Debaixo da magnólia </div><div align="center">No jardim sossegado</div><div align="center">O mendigo adormecera…</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Agora, Já não tinha calor</div><div align="center">Aquele corpo enregelado, </div><div align="center">Ali, no banco, abandonado,</div><div align="center">A vida, dele se esquecera</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">João Fortunato in <em>Antologia dos poetas Alentejanos</em></span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-3658594670786249133?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-73276631511823789442007-03-20T00:09:00.000Z2007-03-20T22:35:51.535Z<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rf8m3lt299I/AAAAAAAAABI/Sluhu9WSaDE/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043792844137363410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rf8m3lt299I/AAAAAAAAABI/Sluhu9WSaDE/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center">-Barqueiro, que céu tão leve! </div><div align="center">Barqueiro, que mar parado! </div><div align="center">Barqueiro, que enigma breve,</div><div align="center">o sonho de ter amado! </div><div align="center">...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">cecília Meireles</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-7327663151182378944?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-90494914875343128162007-03-04T19:09:00.000Z2007-03-04T19:26:54.758Z<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/ResaJlwSBgI/AAAAAAAAABA/CWdLvkKjb3g/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038149360199796226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/ResaJlwSBgI/AAAAAAAAABA/CWdLvkKjb3g/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">Vou pelas ruas<br />às apalpadelas<br />encostado aos meus informes sonhos<br />tropeçando na escravidão</div><div align="center"> ao meu desejo de ser.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Agostinho Neto</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-9049491487534312816?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-46425901175419206652007-02-26T22:35:00.000Z2007-02-26T22:39:19.582Z<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/ReNhA63CZCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Wq3oqlRUENw/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035975476758340642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/ReNhA63CZCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Wq3oqlRUENw/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/cartão</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center">Eu não tinha estas mãos sem força,<br />Tão paradas e frias e mortas;<br />Eu não tinha este coração<br />Que nem se mostra.</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cecília Meireles</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4642590117541920665?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-40503466916607311802007-02-19T14:06:00.000Z2007-03-04T23:13:07.805Z<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rdmvh68LUzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6uaPlCCZTfM/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033247055855440690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/Rdmvh68LUzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6uaPlCCZTfM/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/tela</span><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4050346691660731180?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-42960199813413530512007-02-12T23:45:00.000Z2007-02-12T23:49:46.135Z<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RdD8oq8LUyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1RKf8k0cNSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0064.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030798559424500514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RdD8oq8LUyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1RKf8k0cNSQ/s320/IMG_0064.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-4296019981341353051?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-712172611324198262007-01-31T23:25:00.000Z2007-01-31T23:35:32.693Z<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RcEmGlGFjtI/AAAAAAAAAAY/G_KKcc2JsrY/s1600-h/quadros+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026340553600896722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RcEmGlGFjtI/AAAAAAAAAAY/G_KKcc2JsrY/s320/quadros+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(estudo s/quadro de <strong>Dordio Gomes</strong>)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">...</span></div><div align="center">Horas mortas... Curvada aos pés do Monte</div><div align="center"> A planície é um brasido e, torturadas,</div><div align="center"> As árvores sangrentas, revoltadas,</div><div align="center"> Gritam a Deus a bênção duma fonte!</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Florbela Espanca in <em>Arvores do Alentejo</em></span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-71217261132419826?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-72941666603613233102007-01-26T23:01:00.000Z2007-01-26T23:06:33.022Z<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RbqJVVGFjsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h7BdGTsquvU/s1600-h/quadros+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024479333818142402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJOe__KsM90/RbqJVVGFjsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h7BdGTsquvU/s320/quadros+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-7294166660361323310?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1168889171348266632007-01-15T19:22:00.000Z2007-01-15T19:50:49.760Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/818/4143/1600/390662/IMG_0035.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/818/4143/320/894608/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center"> ...uma vez mais o olhar,</div><div align="center"> numa alegria selvagem,</div><div align="center"> com o tom da tua paisagem,</div><div align="center"> que o sol,</div><div align="center"> a dardejar calor,</div><div align="center"> transforma num inferno de cor... </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Alda Lara <em>in Regresso</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116888917134826663?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1167524410918816172006-12-31T00:13:00.000Z2006-12-31T00:20:10.926Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/818/4143/1600/311050/IMG_0045.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/818/4143/320/545584/IMG_0045.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span></div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">Mais do que um sonho: comoção! </div><div align="center">Sinto-me tonto, enternecido,</div><div align="center"> quando, de noite, as minhas mãos</div><div align="center"> são o teu único vestido</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">David- Mourão Ferreira</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116752441091881617?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1166917390331637982006-12-23T23:30:00.000Z2006-12-23T23:43:10.340Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/818/4143/1600/781590/quadros%20002.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/818/4143/320/882923/quadros%20002.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center">E aí vão as minhas esperanças</div><div align="center"> como foi o sangue dos meus filhos</div><div align="center"> amassado no pó das estradas</div><div align="center"> enterrado nas roças</div><div align="center"> e o meu suor</div><div align="center"> embebido nos fios de algodão</div><div align="center"> que me cobrem.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Agostinho Neto</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116691739033163798?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1165444188403076922006-12-06T22:20:00.000Z2006-12-06T22:34:26.170Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/818/4143/1600/588742/IMG_0033.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/818/4143/320/994090/IMG_0033.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> acrílico s/tela</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">...</span></div><div align="center">Se receoso se turba</div><div align="center">na alta noite</div><div align="center">teu peito em flor,</div><div align="center">ao sentires um hálito em teus lábios,</div><div align="center">abrasador,</div><div align="center">lembra-te que invisível ao teu lado </div><div align="center">respiro eu.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer</span><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116544418840307692?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1165273044367253752006-12-04T22:53:00.000Z2006-12-04T22:57:24.373Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/818/4143/1600/61340/IMG_0030.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/818/4143/320/398496/IMG_0030.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/cartão</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116527304436725375?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1164495826175780652006-11-25T23:01:00.000Z2006-11-27T23:32:17.213Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/818/4143/1600/937241/IMG_0025.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/818/4143/320/893786/IMG_0025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/cartão</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">...</span></div><div align="center">A raiz do linho</div><div align="center"> foi meu alimento, </div><div align="center">foi o meu tormento. </div><div align="center">Mas então cantava</div><div align="center">...</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Eugénio de Andrade</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116449582617578065?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1163891050636503182006-11-18T22:59:00.000Z2006-11-22T00:01:02.516Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/1600/IMG_0023.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/320/IMG_0023.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">pastel s/cartolina</span> </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">AH o medo vai ter tudo</div><div align="center">tudo</div><div align="center">(penso no que o medo vai ter</div><div align="center">e tenho medo</div><div align="center">que é justamente </div><div align="center">o que o medo quer)</div><div align="center">...</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Alexandre O Neill in <em>Poema pouco original do medo</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116389105063650318?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1163542285074103022006-11-14T22:07:00.000Z2006-11-29T23:32:39.210Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/320/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">pastel s/cartolina</span> </div><div align="center">...</div><div align="center">LEMBRAS-TE ainda dessa noite bela</div><div align="center"> Em que, donzela, te chegaste a mim?</div><div align="center"> Lembras-te?</div><div align="center"> Dize... mas não tenhas pejo... </div><div align="center">Que vai um beijo pra corar assim?... </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Castro Alves <em>Recordações</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116354228507410302?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1163200852550602562006-11-10T23:18:00.000Z2006-11-18T22:57:13.533Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/1600/IMG_0026.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/320/IMG_0026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/madeira</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center">Ó chuva! Ó vento! Ó neve</div><div align="center">que tortura</div><div align="center">Gritem ao mundo inteiro </div><div align="center">esta amargura,</div><div align="center">Digam isto que sinto</div><div align="center">que eu não posso!!...</div><div align="center">...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Florbela espanca in <em>Neurastenia</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116320085255060256?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1163024317791559512006-11-08T22:14:00.000Z2006-11-11T00:19:04.626Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/1600/IMG_00ag.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/320/IMG_00ag.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">As sombras</div><div align="center">na surperfície de si mesmas</div><div align="center">parecem mais profundas nas águas</div><div align="center">só por serem fugidias</div><div align="center">e vagas.</div><div align="center">...</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">José Gomes Ferreira in <em>Poesia VI</em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116302431779155951?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1162853983671148722006-11-06T22:55:00.000Z2006-11-29T23:42:07.940Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/1600/IMG_00af.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/320/IMG_00af.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">Meu amor meu amor</div><div align="center">meu corpo em movimento</div><div align="center">minha voz à procura</div><div align="center">do seu próprio lamento.</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">José Carlos Ary dos Santos</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116285398367114872?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1162769156511603472006-11-05T23:22:00.000Z2006-11-28T00:11:46.686Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/1600/quadros%20003.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/320/quadros%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">...</div><div align="center">Cerâmica e tear: as mãos trabalham</div><div align="center"> e constroem o amor num fim de tarde,</div><div align="center"> como jarro de rústico gargalo ou fino pano arcaico</div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Alberto da Costa Silva in O Tecelão</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116276915651160347?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1162754470782264462006-11-05T19:18:00.000Z2006-11-05T19:22:17.376Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/1600/IMG_0011.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/320/IMG_0011.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">aguarela</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116275447078226446?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1162669759743514212006-11-04T19:44:00.000Z2006-11-29T23:53:40.523Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/1600/IMG_0003.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/320/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">acrílico s/madeira</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">...</span> </div><div align="center">...Quando todo o mundo reconhece a beleza então a fealdade por contraste é criada.</div><div align="center">Quando a bondade é reconhecida como bom, então a maldade encontra existência.</div><div align="center">...Portanto o sábio não age e ensina através de não falar. </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Tao</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116266975974351421?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1162600553124419062006-11-04T00:32:00.000Z2006-11-08T22:37:44.620Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/1600/IMG_0048.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/320/IMG_0048.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116260055312441906?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1162425992576182402006-11-02T00:01:00.000Z2006-11-10T23:53:34.476Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/1600/IMG_0001.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span> </div><div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center">E a minha triste boca dolorida</div><div align="center">que dantes tinha o rir</div><div align="center">das primaveras,</div><div align="center">esbate as linhas graves </div><div align="center">e severas</div><div align="center">e cai num abandono</div><div align="center">de esquecida!</div><div align="center">...</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Florbela Espanca in <em>lágrimas ocultas</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116242599257618240?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1162425536370140602006-11-01T23:48:00.000Z2006-11-02T22:40:30.030Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/1600/quadros%20005.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/320/quadros%20005.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116242553637014060?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1162422330820873402006-11-01T23:01:00.000Z2006-11-08T22:31:18.693Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/1600/IMG_0060.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/320/IMG_0060.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/1600/IMG_0060.jpg"></a><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116242233082087340?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36969769.post-1162422028313323222006-11-01T22:38:00.000Z2006-11-08T22:26:53.823Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/1600/IMG_0021.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/4143/320/IMG_0021.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">óleo s/tela</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36969769-116242202831332322?l=carlosjaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13884114325132239148noreply@blogger.com0