tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58952005677432445652024-03-18T20:28:04.601-07:00Ata MentalFelipe D´Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04805925149283175393noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895200567743244565.post-52790793036472821672011-10-20T17:29:00.001-07:002013-02-16T12:34:07.873-08:00Um ode a Manoel Bandeira<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 10.5pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><b><span>Notícia de um jornal que não li:<br />
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Nu dessa terra foi.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span>Ele foi um produto do meio<br />
E meio que do barro veio<br />
E enterrado no meio do barro foi!<br />
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Durante a vida engoliu sapos, creio,<br />
E com o coaxar dos sapos se foi.<br />
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Agora essa notícia num jornal que nem leio:<br />
Pescador bebeu, mergulhou no rio, e se foi.</span></span><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span><br />
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</span></span></div><div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0cm;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span>Fazia tempo que não dava as cara por aqui, mas no dia do poeta eu tinha que postar algo. O próprio Manuel Bandeira disse que ia dar a opinião dele nos comentários, e você ?! </span></span></div>Escritor Analfabetohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834198765869211585noreply@blogger.com0