tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263262022011-04-21T20:31:35.550-03:00luisggcosta@hotmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022175491811580150noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26326202.post-72230634950204497352007-04-17T14:05:00.000-03:002007-04-17T14:23:07.147-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RiUASifKWAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/w7kQeCg1Ur8/s1600-h/rafael_5_Model.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054446475288401922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RiUASifKWAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/w7kQeCg1Ur8/s320/rafael_5_Model.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Rafael Rogel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26326202-7223063495020449735?l=luisggcosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisggcosta@hotmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022175491811580150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26326202.post-510822653154672172007-04-07T00:31:00.001-03:002007-04-10T03:04:15.448-03:00<div><div><div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhsnvyfKV8I/AAAAAAAAADo/SySUIkOF8z4/s1600-h/janaselva-Model.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051675108985952194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhsnvyfKV8I/AAAAAAAAADo/SySUIkOF8z4/s320/janaselva-Model.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhcSe1scMiI/AAAAAAAAADI/X5oRWtyP6ks/s1600-h/janaselva-Model.jpg"></a>Janaina Calaça 2006<br /></div><div><br /> </div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhsoRifKV-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/NTxHrEUgc3s/s1600-h/garoto-propaganda+da+Corega-Model.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051675688806537186" style="CURSOR: hand" height="278" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhsoRifKV-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/NTxHrEUgc3s/s320/garoto-propaganda+da+Corega-Model.jpg" width="262" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhcRS1scMgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YxyuUXfcIWU/s1600-h/garoto-propaganda+da+Corega-Model.jpg"></a>Josias Ferreira 2006<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhsofSfKV_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/EYTJ4moFeAA/s1600-h/carolnaselva-Model.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051675925029738482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhsofSfKV_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/EYTJ4moFeAA/s320/carolnaselva-Model.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhcRCFscMfI/AAAAAAAAACw/gYp-EkwPQmc/s1600-h/carolnaselva-Model.jpg"></a>Carol Custódio 2006<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhsnhSfKV7I/AAAAAAAAADg/4nnYqedYeyM/s1600-h/ernestonaselva-Model.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051674859877849010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhsnhSfKV7I/AAAAAAAAADg/4nnYqedYeyM/s320/ernestonaselva-Model.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhcQ3lscMeI/AAAAAAAAACo/Bes1zj6KANA/s1600-h/ernestonaselva-Model.jpg"></a>Ernesto Diniz 2006<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26326202-51082265315467217?l=luisggcosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisggcosta@hotmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022175491811580150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26326202.post-50790255593682724722007-04-07T00:02:00.000-03:002007-04-07T00:07:58.772-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhcKdFscMcI/AAAAAAAAACY/6KhvBu6GBHE/s1600-h/marco+naselva-Model.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050517001980359106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhcKdFscMcI/AAAAAAAAACY/6KhvBu6GBHE/s320/marco+naselva-Model.jpg" border="0" /></a> Marco Gondim<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhcKVVscMbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SAHIL-Fd3-c/s1600-h/marielenaselva-Model.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050516868836372914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhcKVVscMbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SAHIL-Fd3-c/s320/marielenaselva-Model.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mariele Goes<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhcKOFscMaI/AAAAAAAAACI/CYaTo-y6t8M/s1600-h/patita.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050516744282321314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RhcKOFscMaI/AAAAAAAAACI/CYaTo-y6t8M/s320/patita.jpg" border="0" /></a> Patricia (Donna)<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26326202-5079025559368272472?l=luisggcosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisggcosta@hotmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022175491811580150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26326202.post-59606482369020443602007-03-21T17:29:00.000-03:002007-03-23T13:06:13.209-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RgP0XS8x2fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lZXlaHZvLJ4/s1600-h/pololaranjagrand2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045144688646019570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RgP0XS8x2fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lZXlaHZvLJ4/s320/pololaranjagrand2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk2nRGXeZvQ/RgGVzC8x2eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zvGeRbdMHYc/s1600-h/pololaranjapeq2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p>Tudo se inicia por planejamento,<br />mas, por falta de verba,<br />este projeto começou de surpresa<br />ou por necessidade de sonhar.<br /><br />Há muitos dias<br />a realidade sufoca os sonhos.<br />Por que temos que sonhar?<br /><br />Nele demarquei um mundo onde tudo pode,<br />onde eu posso tudo.<br />Tento buscar de demolições alguma coisa que preste,<br />mas o cupim acabou carcomendo algum esteio para base.<br /><br />Quero tudo novo.<br />Material de primeira numa vida de segunda.<br />Odeio o domingo, por culpa de uma vida de segunda a sexta,<br />de só a Só.<br /><br />Quero tudo novo.<br />Material de primeira numa vida de segunda.<br />Odeio o domingo, por culpa de uma vida de segunda,<br />de só a Só.<br /><br />Então o sonho começa a ser construído,<br />de sol a sol.<br /><br />Paredes pré-fabricadas não se encaixam,<br />mal fabricadas assim como a vida,<br />mas no catálogo,<br />propaganda colorida e atraente,<br />pareciam se encaixar perfeitamente<br /><br />Se as peças não encaixam deixo-as soltas,<br />mas se as deixo soltas onde abro as janelas?<br />Senão há paredes, pra que janelas?<br /><br />Procuro, procuro.<br />Cadê a chave da mudança?<br />Só vejo no varal camisas-pólos secarem.<br />Quero queimá-las.<br />Pego a caixa de fósforos.<br />Free – estava livre do vício do cigarro, mas acendo e ascendo com a fumaça.<br /><br />Um dia eu acho a chave desaparecida!<br />A porta estava aberta, eu nunca percebi.<br />Ultimamente... ando esquecido.<br /><br /><br /><em>Publicado no Naselva.com/civilizados</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26326202-5960648236902044360?l=luisggcosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisggcosta@hotmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022175491811580150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26326202.post-1161839365830695572006-10-26T02:02:00.000-03:002006-10-27T00:01:30.966-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/3498106.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/320/3498106.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">No portão fechado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Uma defesa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Com cadeado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Vida presa.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Não se perde o que nunca teve</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Fica só a sombra do que nunca esteve</span>.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26326202-116183936583069557?l=luisggcosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisggcosta@hotmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022175491811580150noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26326202.post-1158888170627105092006-09-21T22:18:00.000-03:002006-09-21T22:35:33.840-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/acriacao.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/320/acriacao.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Estava ali em minha frente o precioso relicário do Renascimento, a Capela Sistina , não resisti adentrei em sua riqueza de adornos. Olhos dispersos em meio a tanta novidade!<br />Estava frio... o caminho foi longo, o suor por estar ali também.<br />Num relâmpago intenso a atrasos esperados meus olhos direcionam para o teto...<br />Já tinha lido que olhos de despedidas são dispersos e olhos de chegada são direcionados. Assim meus olhos estavam fixos em uma só direção: para cima!<br />Esta cena jamais eu apagarei da memória!<br /><br />Es ali próximo estende-se as mãos!<br />E como que não quisesse isso<br />Abre-se um abraço!<br /><br />A felicidade não existe! O que existe são voláteis momentos felizes!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26326202-115888817062710509?l=luisggcosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisggcosta@hotmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022175491811580150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26326202.post-1158243797052226422006-09-14T11:18:00.000-03:002006-09-14T11:32:21.000-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/IMGA1877.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/320/IMGA1877.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/bonfim4.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.naselva.com/civilizados/2006/09/busca-se-o-mar/">http://www.naselva.com/civilizados/2006/09/busca-se-o-mar/</a><br /><br />Dia 6 de setembro!<br /><br />Mar de maria, mar de remador...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26326202-115824379705222642?l=luisggcosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisggcosta@hotmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022175491811580150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26326202.post-1152410051319801182006-07-08T22:51:00.000-03:002006-09-14T11:39:39.853-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/guto02.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/320/guto02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/guto02.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/guto02.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/eu71.jpg"></a><br />este sou eu</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26326202-115241005131980118?l=luisggcosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisggcosta@hotmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022175491811580150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26326202.post-1148609006165105702006-05-25T22:44:00.000-03:002006-09-14T11:43:07.106-03:00<div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/texto3.1.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/texto3.1.jpg"></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/texto3.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/320/texto3.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/texto3.jpg"></a> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">A cama arrumada,<br />O beijo não dado.<br />A chave na mesa<br />O cigarro não aceso<br />A luz ainda acesa. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000000;">O carro na garagem.<br />A televisão chiando<br />Hoje ela não veio!<br />A sorte demora a chegar...<br />Espero-a sem esperança! </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26326202-114860900616510570?l=luisggcosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisggcosta@hotmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022175491811580150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26326202.post-1145843902237203212006-04-23T22:50:00.000-03:002006-04-23T23:21:04.106-03:00<span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/desenho1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/320/desenho1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Eu só<br />Eu só quero<br />Eu so quero você<br />Eu so quero você por um segundo <span style="color:#ffffff;">..................</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">........................... ,,</span>por um segundo mu do<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">....................................................</span>o mundo só<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">....................................................</span>o mundo só por um segundo!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Eu<span style="color:#ffffff;">...................................................</span>mu do e<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">............................................</span>fico mu do .</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26326202-114584390223720321?l=luisggcosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisggcosta@hotmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022175491811580150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26326202.post-1145542887857844342006-04-20T10:17:00.000-03:002006-04-20T11:21:27.890-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/pirce.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/320/pirce.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/pirce.jpg"></a><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Quem entende esse povo brasileiro que trabalha de sol a sol pra comprar sua fantasia pra brincar o carnaval?</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Nem 30 minutos na Marquês de Sapucai, [ rápido aí mané... o tempo já está estourado] Linda ... a ala das baianas... a mais bonita, as velhinhas girando, girando com seus óculos presos com elásticos.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">É ...eu tenho fome!!! e vc ? tem fome de que???</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">chocolates?</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">e tem sede de que??</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">coca cola?</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Não tenho só fome de pão, senhores políticos! ... tenho fome de luz!!</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Entao venha para luz ! [Poltergeist]</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Venha ver o sol e pare de olhar pra seu próprio umbigo pregado com reluzente</span><br /><em><span style="color:#663300;">piercing!</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26326202-114554288785784434?l=luisggcosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisggcosta@hotmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022175491811580150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26326202.post-1145387185204113732006-04-18T16:00:00.000-03:002006-04-18T16:15:14.050-03:00<p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/perdidos%20na%20selva.0.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/400/perdidos%20na%20selva.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Ojhe oacrdei e iv ueq anad steava on lurag qeu noã uiaq,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"> Em ueigpe hcahmadno orp ovcê! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Ear erts osahr ad ãmnah. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#009900;"> Otmei mu oSnrilsa... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Minha gastrite passou!!! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><p align="left"><span style="color:#009900;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/2755/1600/perdidos%20na%20selva.jpg"></a></p></span><span style="color:#009900;"><div align="right">peerdidos na sellva</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26326202-114538718520411373?l=luisggcosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisggcosta@hotmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022175491811580150noreply@blogger.com0