tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12445014588111509292024-03-12T16:32:34.179-07:00Carla Tabora, fotografíaUna visión de nuestro mundo.
A vision of our world.Carla Taborahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152513187351846818noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244501458811150929.post-28919214864099214662012-11-07T09:43:00.002-08:002012-11-07T09:44:22.417-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Explosion de joie<br />
danse rose<br />
le Cœur!Carla Taborahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152513187351846818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244501458811150929.post-63526014400032061782012-11-05T13:57:00.003-08:002012-11-05T13:57:43.585-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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NOTRE EXPIRATION<br />
est celle de l'univers entier.<br />
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NOTRE INSPIRATION<br />
est celle de l'univers entier.<br />
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À chaque instant, nous réalisons<br />
ainsi la grande oeuvre illimitée.<br />
Avoir cet esprit-là,<br />
c'est faire disparaître tout malheur<br />
et engendrer le bonheur absolu.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">maître Kodo Sawaki</span>Carla Taborahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152513187351846818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244501458811150929.post-77991628454819222362012-11-01T02:09:00.003-07:002012-11-01T05:01:43.913-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ella mira las estrellas <br />
plantados sus pies en la tierra <br />
admira el astronauta <br />
y corre por los laberintos <br />
terrenal y etérea lleva a cuestas <br />
sus emociones, inseguridades,<br />
traga sola su melancolía <br />
Silenciosa como la de Neruda <br />
No se queja, no dice, no habla <br />
Al reunirse nuevamente en la tierra<br />
El espacio azul estrellado los separa. <br />
Él es un ángel venido del espacio <br />
ella el hibrido plantado en la tierra <br />
con la mirada hacia el espacio <br />
Sin encontrar ya a su amante. <br />
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Je vis, je meurs : je me brule et me noye.<br />
J'ay chaut estreme en endurant froidure :<br />
La vie m'est et trop molle et trop dure.<br />
J'ay grans ennuis entremeslez de joye :<br />
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Tout à un coup je ris et je larmoye,<br />
Et en plaisir maint grief tourment j'endure :<br />
Mon bien s'en va, et à jamais il dure :<br />
Tout en un coup je seiche et je verdoye.<br />
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Ainsi Amour inconstamment me meine :<br />
Et quand je pense avoir plus de douleur,<br />
Sans y penser je me treuve hors de peine.<br />
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Puis quand je croy ma joye estre certeine,<br />
Et estre au haut de mon desiré heur,<br />
Il me remet en mon premier malheur.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Lyon, h. 1516-Parcieux-en-Dombes, Francia, 1565) Poetisa francesa. Hija
de un rico cordelero, recibió una esmerada educación que comprendía el
estudio del latín y el italiano, el canto, la equitación y la práctica
de armas. Sus ansias de libertad, que jamás ocultó, le valieron una fama
de cortesana disipada, y su matrimonio, también con un cordelero o
fabricante de cuerdas, el sobrenombre de la Belle Cordelière. A la
muerte de su marido inició una apasionada relación amorosa con el
escritor Olivier de Magny, quien, junto a Maurice Scève, Pernette du
Guillet y la propia Louise Labé, pertenecía a la escuela lionesa. Su
obra lírica, de tono apasionado y gran vitalidad, constituye una
síntesis de la literatura amorosa europea; comprende el diálogo en prosa
Debate entre locura y amor, tres Elegías y veinticuatro Sonetos, y fue
editada en 1555.</span>Carla Taborahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152513187351846818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244501458811150929.post-11591568291568879742012-10-30T01:08:00.002-07:002012-10-30T01:08:29.919-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i> Naturaleza</i> de Carla Tabora</h4>
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O silêncio é de rio sem mar<br />
de pássaro sem ramos<br />
de floresta sem vento<br />
de sol sem aurora<br />
de nuvem sem crepúsculo<br />
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O silêncio é de areia sem passos<br />
de alma sem gestos<br />
de ossos sem sombra<br />
de pedra sem caminhos<br />
de palavras sem cantos<br />
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O silêncio é de canavial sem chuva<br />
de vestimentas sem purpura<br />
de espelhos guardados<br />
de recordações sem cristais<br />
de peregrinos sem sonhos<br />
o silêncio e de milharal sem tardeCarla Taborahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152513187351846818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244501458811150929.post-38731681930486330142012-10-15T07:00:00.000-07:002017-04-27T08:44:01.899-07:00La poesía de Neni Salvini<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Recolho os vestidos<br />
de orla molhada<br />
recolho o véu<br />
que soltei ao vento<br />
escondo os olhos<br />
fecho os ouvidos<br />
recolho os cabelos<br />
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se devo começar<br />
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e sem dobrar as esquinas<br />
devo esquecer o gesto<br />
que sempre me acompanhou<br />
Nunca apreendido<br />
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da folha da mangueira<br />
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Deixei meu domingo no mar<br />
não foi esquecimento<br />
mais sim generoso gesto<br />
não quiz reter a morada<br />
pois na areia guardara<br />
meu sentimento de lembrar<br />
ja não me era necessário<br />
tinha unido a minha estrela de ontem<br />
com a minha concha de hoje<br />
desenhei imprecisas nostalgias<br />
livre e sozinha<br />
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sem meu domingo de mar.<br />
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Confeitaria Colombo, Rio de Janeiro, Brasil </span></td></tr>
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Sentemo-nos a mesa<br />
ofereço a toalha de linho<br />
e tu a mão e a flor<br />
entrego o pão<br />
e tu os olhos e os ramos<br />
proponho o brilho do vinho<br />
o recordar que levo<br />
e tu com o mar<br />
a areia e os peixes<br />
terás a mesa o teu caminho.<br />
tu partiras o pão<br />
e eu direi de oliveiras<br />
tu tomarás o cálice<br />
e serão os convivas<br />
da última hora<br />
que o levarão aos lábios<br />
eu farei a pergunta sem continuidade<br />
e tu terás o gesto e o silêncio<br />
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