tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42803494390281578882012-02-16T22:35:13.787-02:00Aqui é o meu cantinho, o espaço infinito onde me faço pássaro e vôo muito além das divisórias dos meus olhos. Para os que me visitam, meu agradecimento e meu carinho. "Criai ramos. Criai flores e frutos. Hão de vos pesar na vindima." (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)Janete Cortezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17174238284962794383noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280349439028157888.post-34644748783982918572011-02-19T21:29:00.001-02:002011-02-19T21:30:53.666-02:00Desculpem amigos, mas este blog está desatualizado. Visitem:<div>http://acalanto.blog.terra.com.br</div><div><br /></div><div>Muito obrigada pela visita!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280349439028157888-3464474878398291857?l=encantoeacalanto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janete Cortezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17174238284962794383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280349439028157888.post-212216048734858262009-06-17T22:19:00.005-03:002009-06-17T22:27:03.093-03:00<div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SjmXRjYLl2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/o1zNd0caI1M/s1600-h/y1pGwuzYmrQSEhfOoSI4afwmUQbFF6P8t4I_WdzAnNIfSZY0rksq2oKD9nXEoLvcUTIfZEBhq5ssGU.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348472360289408866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SjmXRjYLl2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/o1zNd0caI1M/s400/y1pGwuzYmrQSEhfOoSI4afwmUQbFF6P8t4I_WdzAnNIfSZY0rksq2oKD9nXEoLvcUTIfZEBhq5ssGU.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>SOU</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Sou a soma das minhas cores, </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>das minhas dores, dos meus amores. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>A soma dos sóis de todos os tempos, </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>do luar definitivo, doce e lento, </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>e das estrelas eternas e mutantes. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Sou a soma dos instantes </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>dos meus anseios </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>das minhas súplicas, dos meus sonhos,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>dos meus pesadelos. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>A soma das minhas vidas... </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Diversos papéis, corpos, imagens. </strong></span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>A soma de várias línguas e linguagens </strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>e os perfumes todos de todas as flores. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Sou a soma de todas as cores.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Reflexo de todas as paisagens </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>e águas todas de todos os mares. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Sou a procura desenfreada e louca </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>por teus olhos, tuas mãos, tua boca. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>E te pergunto do mundo onde estou: </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Sabes amor, quem sou? </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Janete Cortez </strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280349439028157888-21221604873485826?l=encantoeacalanto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janete Cortezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17174238284962794383noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280349439028157888.post-36887466040313198062009-06-17T21:58:00.005-03:002009-06-17T22:18:14.530-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SjmS8fZ2ezI/AAAAAAAAAVg/6p8jEjaob0w/s1600-h/urca.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348467600398908210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SjmS8fZ2ezI/AAAAAAAAAVg/6p8jEjaob0w/s400/urca.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:0;"><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong></strong></span></div><div></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><strong>Penso-te agora </strong></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>noite que chega </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>sonho que acorda </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>nuvem deserta </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>estrela morta. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Penso-te segredos </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>escala de medos </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>rios, correntes </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>risos e acenos. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Sou esta dor </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>sou este amor </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>sofro e calo. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Em teus desatinos </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>o meu desafio </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>de mostrar-te ternura </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>eterna doçura </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>do beijo </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>desejo </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>jamais alcançado. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Penso-te noite </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>açoites </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>no peito calado. </strong></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><div><br /><br />Janete Cortez- 20/08/07 </div><div> </div><div>.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280349439028157888-3688746604031319806?l=encantoeacalanto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janete Cortezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17174238284962794383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280349439028157888.post-90206404443881188422009-06-17T21:47:00.005-03:002009-06-17T21:55:58.775-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SjmP8s-n9JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/UsOf2ZS7hUs/s1600-h/passaro.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348464305507923090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SjmP8s-n9JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/UsOf2ZS7hUs/s400/passaro.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Ser pássaro.<br />E voar em olhos fixos<br />asas tenras, livres penas.<br />Ser pássaro.<br />E bailar pelo ar denso<br />esculpindo rotas<br />modificando a paisagem<br />do olhar que o espreita<br />e que sonha um dia<br />ser pássaro.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Janete Cortez - 05/10/09<br /></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280349439028157888-9020640444388118842?l=encantoeacalanto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janete Cortezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17174238284962794383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280349439028157888.post-29216445120734615522009-05-30T15:35:00.004-03:002009-05-30T15:52:53.590-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SiGALSDFxTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/gnGQYmwCu9M/s1600-h/Monet2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SiGALSDFxTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/gnGQYmwCu9M/s400/Monet2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341691564349834546" border="0" />Monet</a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><span class="texto" style="font-family:georgia;"><p><strong><br /></strong></p><p><strong><br /></strong></p><p><strong>Bastaria um segundo...</strong></p> <p><strong>Olhar que se cruza</strong></p> <p><strong>pontas de um laço </strong></p> <p><strong>que se desfaz.</strong></p> <p><strong>E o segredo se rompe</strong></p> <p><strong>revela estrelas caídas</strong></p> <p><strong>montes perdidos</strong></p> <p><strong>na paisagem.</strong></p> <p><strong>Sorriso que encanta</strong></p> <p><strong>meus olhos de hoje.</strong></p> <p><strong>Gestos reencontrados</strong></p> <p><strong>desenhando auroras</strong></p> <p><strong>no ar abafado do verão.</strong></p> <p><strong>E bastaria um segundo,</strong></p> <p><strong>um segundo apenas</strong></p> <p><strong>para que reconhecesses</strong></p> <p><strong>essa antiga andarilha.</strong></p><p><strong><br /></strong></p> <p><strong></strong></p> <p><strong>Janete Cortez</strong></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280349439028157888-2921644512073461552?l=encantoeacalanto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janete Cortezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17174238284962794383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280349439028157888.post-50111138111796965052009-05-30T15:21:00.005-03:002009-05-30T15:33:44.064-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SiF6A4zRlGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Hgc8F8IMeo8/s1600-h/CameliaStoInacio-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SiF6A4zRlGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Hgc8F8IMeo8/s400/CameliaStoInacio-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341684788704154722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span class="texto"><p><strong>Sossega coração, sossega...</strong></p> <p><strong>Que as asas parecem aladas</strong></p> <p><strong>mas não são.</strong></p> <p><strong>Que os sonhos parecem pulsar</strong></p> <p><strong>mas, ah, não!</strong></p> <p><strong>Sossega o teu ritmo quente,</strong></p> <p><strong>sossega a tua lágrima ardente,</strong></p> <p><strong>que a voz é migalha humana</strong></p> <p><strong>gritando essa dor que emana</strong></p> <p><strong>da canção.</strong></p><p><strong><br /></strong></p> <p><strong></strong></p> <p><strong>Janete Cortez</strong></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280349439028157888-5011113811179696505?l=encantoeacalanto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janete Cortezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17174238284962794383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280349439028157888.post-24771859979977717252009-05-30T15:13:00.003-03:002009-05-30T15:20:33.516-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SiF4TcZNQrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/P1VBGbExXiU/s1600-h/files1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SiF4TcZNQrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/P1VBGbExXiU/s400/files1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341682908472885938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Ai! Que eu morro</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >quando afastas de mim</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >teu olhar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >marcado pelo vento,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >tuas nuvens de abril</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >saudosas do amanhecer</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >eu teus céus</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >e as tuas sandálias</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >deixando na terra antiga</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >as marcas do que eras, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >do que és</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >e serás...</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Janete Cortez</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280349439028157888-2477185997997771725?l=encantoeacalanto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janete Cortezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17174238284962794383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280349439028157888.post-23401151600605550382009-05-30T15:06:00.002-03:002009-05-30T15:11:33.528-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SiF2f4NBucI/AAAAAAAAAUY/EWmHTd7qInM/s1600-h/antibes_in_the_afternoon_light+monet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SiF2f4NBucI/AAAAAAAAAUY/EWmHTd7qInM/s400/antibes_in_the_afternoon_light+monet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341680923073165762" border="0" /></a> Antibes in the afternoon light - Monet<br /><h3 class="tituloposteo"><span><br /></span></h3> <!-- categorias del posteo --><!-- texto del posteo --><span class="texto"><p style="font-weight: bold;">Tempo que apaga a memória dos errantes!</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">Cobri com teu manto de névoa os rostos endurecidos</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">pela dor de não ser antes de tudo,</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">pela flor que lhes escapa e voa ao vento,</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">pelo amor que sucumbe e não enviesa ramos</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">nos corações sem sonhos, sem cores, sem Deus...</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">Janete Cortez</p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280349439028157888-2340115160060555038?l=encantoeacalanto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janete Cortezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17174238284962794383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280349439028157888.post-71339980610306231762009-05-30T14:58:00.003-03:002009-05-30T15:06:03.465-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SiF1KBDXJ0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ST10lp5M36s/s1600-h/BXK230990_nice-franca800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SiF1KBDXJ0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ST10lp5M36s/s400/BXK230990_nice-franca800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341679447979796290" border="0" /></a> Nice - França<br /><!-- categorias del posteo --><!-- texto del posteo --><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="texto" style="font-family:georgia;"> <p><strong>Se disserem, algum dia,<br /></strong></p><p><strong>quando as brumas da manhã</strong></p> <p><strong>se dispersarem</strong></p> <p><strong>e o sol tomar lugar</strong></p> <p><strong>junto às nuvens brancas</strong></p> <p><strong>e à fria brisa da primavera...</strong></p> <p><strong>Se disserem qualquer coisa</strong></p> <p><strong>sobre meus sonhos e dúvidas,</strong></p> <p><strong>minhas angústias e súplicas,</strong></p> <p><strong>saibas que meus caminhos</strong></p> <p><strong>se cruzaram com rios e corredeiras</strong></p> <p><strong>e os atravessei vagarosamente</strong></p> <p><strong>sem jamais deixar de ouvir</strong></p> <p><strong>o canto das águas...</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p></span><br /><span class="texto" style="font-family:georgia;"><p><strong></strong></p> <p><strong></strong></p> <p><strong>Janete Cortez</strong></p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280349439028157888-7133998061030623176?l=encantoeacalanto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janete Cortezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17174238284962794383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280349439028157888.post-18937237154852925652009-05-30T13:51:00.001-03:002009-05-30T14:57:08.162-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SiFzK_gYoLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EvbCpQtzqDw/s1600-h/bord+de+l+orne+em+automne+-+pissarro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhpmTc9ui8Q/SiFzK_gYoLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EvbCpQtzqDw/s400/bord+de+l+orne+em+automne+-+pissarro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341677265721270450" border="0" /></a> Bord de l'orne em automne - Pissarro<br /><h3 class="tituloposteo"><span><br /></span></h3> <!-- categorias del posteo --><!-- texto del posteo --><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Como tudo em todos os cantos<br />transbordam ternura tua<br />e as estrelas e o firmamento escuro<br />e a luz do sol pela manhã radiosa<br />e o silêncio de todos os pássaros<br />sensível aos ouvidos do vento...<br />Eu, andarilha dos sonhos<br />aguardo teus passos lentos.<br />Em minha alma as violetas e as camélias<br />entrelaçam coroas<br />para despertar no amanhecer<br />frias miragens.<br />Meu coração...<br />Pedinte eterno de eternas melancolias<br />ele se cala, distante e sereno.<br />És o ar que dá a vida e te retiraste.<br />És o afagar das mãos, o aconchego<br />e te fizeste náufrago.<br />Náufrago perdido, desencontrado<br />das águas, da paisagem, de meus braços.<br />E eu te pergunto com a voz abafada<br />já quase um gemido perdido no tempo:<br />a mim, diga, hoje,<br />quando me faço esta e não outra,<br />hoje, quando somente uma parte de mim<br />sobreviveu ao naufrágio de minha própria alma.<br />Diga a esta pobre camponesa de uma terra perdida:<br />hoje, saberias me reconhecer?<br /><br />Janete Cortez </span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="texto" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280349439028157888-1893723715485292565?l=encantoeacalanto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janete Cortezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17174238284962794383noreply@blogger.com0