tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35288182087843511752024-03-04T21:21:43.006-08:00Letras do BrasilFlávio Gomeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10691611184352886638noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528818208784351175.post-522929143718628602009-12-15T15:07:00.000-08:002013-11-06T15:18:07.608-08:00A hora da estrela<div>
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<b><span style="color: #330000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">O romance “A hora da estrela” de Clarice Lispector conta a estória de uma moça nordestina chamada Macabéa. O nome Macabéa tem um significado oposto à personagem do Romance, ele vem de uma história que se encontra na Bíblia, Judas Macabeu foi o líder judeu que se revoltou contra o domínio Grego-Macedônico e libertou o país da humilhante invasão estrangeira</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #330000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Este texto é uma interpretação bem particular, mas acredito que tenha relação com a mensagem da obra..</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #330000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Macabéa, assim chamada de forma irônica, é uma moça nordestina que desde a infância foi privada daquilo que lhe proporcionava alegria. Sua tia batia constantemente em sua cabeça com “cascudos” e privava a pequena Macabéa da única paixão da sua vida que era doce de goiaba com queijo. Desde muito cedo foi ensinada dessa forma cruel, que não podia ter o que desejava.</span></b><span style="color: #330000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #330000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Macabéa seguindo o conselho de Glória consulta uma cartomante. A cartomante lhe faz muitas promessas, promessas de um futuro bom. Toda feliz, Macabea sai da casa da cartomante “uma pessoa grávida de futuro” (pag.79). Pela primeira vez enxergando seus problemas e pensando em melhorar de vida. Mas um Mercedes atropelou a pobre Macabéa que caiu e agonizando morreu.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #330000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Macabéa é um exemplo de alienação, tudo nela é exagerado. Mas muitas pessoas tornam-se também “Macabéas”. Uma pessoa totalmente alienada e conformada. A Macabéa aprendeu com a tia que não deveria desejar, ou que se desejasse não poderia ter. Fechada no seu mundinho, sem se abrir para novas possibilidades, da mesma forma as pessoas (não sei se a maioria), vivem alienadas.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #330000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Assim como a Macabéa adorava coca-cola e a falecida atriz Marilyn Monroe,</span></b><b><span style="color: #330000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">o povo de nosso país admira em demasia tudo o que vem dos estados unidos, e esquece de suas principais necessidades, esquece que a vida pode ser muito mais do que comer o lixo que é jogado dos EUA.</span></b><b><span style="color: #330000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #330000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Assim como Macabéa, muitas pessoas vivem alienadas sem se abrir para a vida, sem ampliarem sua visão de mundo. Correm atrás de ilusões e quando acordam já está tarde. As atividades de lazer de Macabéa parecem engraçadas pela sua futilidade, mas e as nossas? Será que não vivemos também numa rotina que nos escraviza? Será que não temos também um pouco de Macabéa em nossas atitudes e escolhas? O principal problema de Macabéa era achar que a vida era apenas o que ela enxergava!</span></b><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Flávio Gomeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10691611184352886638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528818208784351175.post-4106245423959749792009-12-15T14:42:00.000-08:002009-12-15T15:03:20.242-08:00Meus Oito Anos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihviJqbfatl72ah8tmsBkTo5pDcyMxp8iFUOe9ZeH6tO75O5SxUljGRt_cKhgscpcw0Cs3j754hFFPnn4dQY8XcWe7E3jiTXKhaUgEJ4nmrqkzOVqiX_URDRxL7sx6E10EZlktgAdREtA/s1600-h/image157.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihviJqbfatl72ah8tmsBkTo5pDcyMxp8iFUOe9ZeH6tO75O5SxUljGRt_cKhgscpcw0Cs3j754hFFPnn4dQY8XcWe7E3jiTXKhaUgEJ4nmrqkzOVqiX_URDRxL7sx6E10EZlktgAdREtA/s320/image157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415598060326173762" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"><div style="text-align: center; "><strong><span><em><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Oh! que saudades que tenho</span></span></span></em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center; "><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Da aurora da minha vida,</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div style="text-align: center; "><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Da minha infância querida </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center; "><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Que os anos não trazem mais! </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center; "><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Que amor, que sonhos, que flores, </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center; "><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Naquelas tardes fagueiras</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div style="text-align: center; "><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">À sombra das bananeiras,</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div style="text-align: center; "><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Debaixo dos laranjais!</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;color:#333300;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Como são belos os dias</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div style="text-align: center; "><strong><span><em><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Do despontar da existência!</span></span></span></em></span></strong><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">- Respira a alma inocência</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Como perfumes a flor;</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">O mar - é lago sereno,</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">O céu - um manto azulado,</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">O mundo - um sonho dourado, </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A vida - um hino d'amor!</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;color:#333300;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Que aurora, que sol, que vida,</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Que noites de melodia 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style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A terra de aromas cheia </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">As ondas beijando a areia</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">E a lua beijando o mar!</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;color:#333300;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Oh! dias da minha infância! </span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Oh! meu céu de primavera! </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Que doce a vida não era </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Nessa risonha manhã! </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Em vez das mágoas de agora, </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Eu tinha nessas delícias </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">De minha mãe as carícias </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">E beijos de minhã irmã!</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;color:#333300;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Livre filho das montanhas, </span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Eu ia bem satisfeito, </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Da camisa aberta o peito, </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">- Pés descalços, braços nus -</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Correndo pelas campinas </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A roda das cachoeiras, </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Atrás das asas ligeiras</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Das borboletas azuis!</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;color:#333300;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Naqueles tempos ditosos</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ia colher as pitangas, </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Trepava a tirar as mangas,</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Brincava à beira do mar;</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Rezava às Ave-Marias, </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Achava o céu sempre lindo.</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Adormecia sorrindo</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">E despertava a cantar</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;color:#333300;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Oh! que saudades que tenho</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Da aurora da minha vida,</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Da minha infância querida</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Que os anos não trazem mais! - </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><strong><span><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Que amor, que sonhos, que flores, </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Naquelas tardes fagueiras</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div><em><span><strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A sombra das bananeiras</span></span></span></strong></span></em></div><div style="text-align: center; "><strong><span style=" ;font-size:20px;"><span style="font-size:6;"><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Debaixo dos laranjais!</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><br /></span></span></span></strong></div><div><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[Casimiro de abreu] </span></span></strong></div></div></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%"><tbody></tbody></table></span>Flávio Gomeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10691611184352886638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528818208784351175.post-59234196690819937812009-12-15T14:30:00.000-08:002009-12-15T14:40:21.032-08:00Gonçalves Dias<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3Xo5F16aHeu7dMFTNeQbCLXjnbaEhXzkYMNmD3cFBSI2XfIi2aVFN_YQJbt-61C1avHY5E_VN89tz-9uPKQVkCOdtA3mFPfbjE1Of_MH7by6pUurDbsy6sfFIk1fhyxcD4w6FgJkdnI/s1600-h/dia_indio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3Xo5F16aHeu7dMFTNeQbCLXjnbaEhXzkYMNmD3cFBSI2XfIi2aVFN_YQJbt-61C1avHY5E_VN89tz-9uPKQVkCOdtA3mFPfbjE1Of_MH7by6pUurDbsy6sfFIk1fhyxcD4w6FgJkdnI/s320/dia_indio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415594403131540898" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%"><tbody><tr><td valign="top" style=" padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, palatino;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Com a independência do Brasil, surgiu a necessidade de uma literatura autenticamente brasileira. Uma literatura que exaltasse as qualidades de um Brasil independente, uma literatura com identidade nacional.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Nessa época surgiu o Romantismo Brasileiro com a obra “</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Suspiros poéticos e saudade” </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">de Gonçalves de Magalhães. Logo em seguida veio Gonçalves Dias e acrescentou grande qualidade ao Romantismo Brasileiro e tornou-se o principal nome nesse período.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><strong><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Vida e obra de Gonçalves Dias</span></span></span></strong></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Antônio Gonçalves Dias (1823-1864), filho de um comerciante português e de uma cafuza. Nasceu no Maranhão onde fez os primeiros estudos, cursou direito em Coimbra, onde conheceu escritores românticos portugueses. Viveu em Portugal por oito anos que foram muito importantes para a sua formação intelectual.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">A grande paixão de sua vida foi Ana Amélia do Vale. A família de Ana Amélia do Vale não permitiu a união por ele ser mestiço. Acabou casando com Olímpia da Costa. Em 1854 por casualidade encontrou Ana Amélia em Lisboa, esse encontro teve como resultado o poema </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Ainda uma vez adeus”.</span></em></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Gonçalves Dias teve muitos problemas de saúde: problemas cardíacos, hepatite e malária e gastrite. Em 1862 regressou à Europa em busca de tratamento. Na volta ao Brasil aconteceu um naufrágio do navio e Gonçalves Dias faleceu com 41 anos.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">A poesia Romântica Brasileira começou com Gonçalves de Magalhães, mas foi Gonçalves Dias o grande poeta do inicio do Romantismo, como afirma Alfredo Bosi:</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, palatino;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-family:georgia,palatino;font-size:100%;"><span> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 35.4pt; "><span style="line-height: 19px; color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Gonçalves Dias foi o primeiro poeta autentico a emergir em nosso Romantismo. Se manteve com a literatura do grupo de Magalhães mais de um contato (passadismo, pendor filosofante), a sua personalidade de artista soube transformar os temas comuns em obra poéticas duradouras que o situam muito acima de seus predecessores.(BOSI, Alfredo. In História concisa da Literatura Brasileira. 2006. pag. 104)</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 35.4pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, palatino;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 35.4pt; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-family:georgia,palatino;font-size:100%;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Obra:</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Poesia: </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Primeiros cantos </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(1846);</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> segundos cantos</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(1848);</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> Sextilhas do Rei Antão</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(1848);</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> últimos cantos </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(1851); </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Os timbiras </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(1857).</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Teatro: </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Betriz Cenci</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> (1843); </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Leonor de Mendonça</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> (1847).</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Outros: </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Brasil e Oceania</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> (1852); </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Dicionário da língua tupi</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> (1858).</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Gonçalves Dias buscava captar os sentimentos e a sensibilidade de nosso povo. Sua poesia foi criada numa linguagem simples e acessível, com métricas e ritmos variados, voltada para o índio(substituto da figura do herói medieval europeu), e a natureza brasileira. Como podemos observar nos seguintes poemas:</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><strong><em><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span></em></strong></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">O canto do guerreiro</span></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span><span><strong><em><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span></em></strong><em><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(primeira estrofe)</span></span></em></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Aqui na floresta<br />Dos ventos batida,<br />Façanhas de bravos<br />Não geram escravos,<br />Que estimem a vida<br />Sem guerra e lidar.<br />— Ouvi-me, Guerreiros,<br />— Ouvi meu cantar.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span><span style="color:black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Canção do exílio</span></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Minha terra tem palmeiras,</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Onde canta o Sabiá;<br />As aves, que aqui gorjeiam,<br />Não gorjeiam como lá.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Nosso céu tem mais estrelas,<br />Nossas várzeas têm mais flores,<br />Nossos bosques têm mais vida,<br />Nossa vida mais amores.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Em cismar, sozinho, à noite,<br />Mais prazer eu encontro lá;<br />Minha terra tem palmeiras,<br />Onde canta o Sabiá.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Minha terra tem primores,<br />Que tais não encontro eu cá;<br />Em cismar –sozinho, à noite–<br />Mais prazer eu encontro lá;<br />Minha terra tem palmeiras,<br />Onde canta o Sabiá.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Não permita Deus que eu morra,<br />Sem que eu volte para lá;<br />Sem que disfrute os primores<br />Que não encontro por cá;<br />Sem qu'inda aviste as palmeiras,<br />Onde canta o Sabiá. </span></span></span><span style="line-height: 16px; color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="line-height: 16px; color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Gonçalves Dias também falava do amor não correspondido, como podemos observar no poema “</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Ainda uma vez-Adeus</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">”:</span></span></span></p> <span id="f" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></td></tr><tr><td valign="top" style="padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"Ainda uma vez-Adeus"</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">E</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">nfim te vejo! — enfim posso,<br />Curvado a teus pés, dizer-te,<br />Que não cessei de querer-te,<br />Pesar de quanto sofri.<br />Muito penei! Cruas ânsias,<br />Dos teus olhos afastado,<br />Houveram-me acabrunhado<br />A não lembrar-me de ti!<br /><br />Dum mundo a outro impelido,<br />Derramei os meus lamentos<br />Nas surdas asas dos ventos,<br />Do mar na crespa cerviz!<br />Baldão, ludíbrio da sorte<br />Em terra estranha, entre gente,<br />Que alheios males não sente,<br />Nem se condói do infeliz!<br /><br /><br />Louco, aflito, a saciar-me<br />D'agravar minha ferida,<br />Tomou-me tédio da vida,<br />Passos da morte senti;<br />Mas quase no passo extremo,<br />No último arcar da esp'rança,<br />Tu me vieste à lembrança:<br />Quis viver mais e vivi!<br /><br /><br />Vivi; pois Deus me guardava<br />Para este lugar e hora!<br />Depois de tanto, senhora,<br />Ver-te e falar-te outra vez;<br />Rever-me em teu rosto amigo,<br />Pensar em quanto hei perdido,<br />E este pranto dolorido<br />Deixar correr a teus pés.<br /><br /><br />Mas que tens? Não me conheces?<br />De mim afastas teu rosto?<br />Pois tanto pôde o desgosto<br />Transformar o rosto meu?<br />Sei a aflição quanto pode,<br />Sei quanto ela desfigura,<br />E eu não vivi na ventura...<br />Olha-me bem, que sou eu!<br /><br /><br />Nenhuma voz me diriges!...<br />Julgas-te acaso ofendida?<br />Deste-me amor, e a vida<br />Que me darias — bem sei;<br />Mas lembrem-te aqueles feros<br />Corações, que se meteram<br />Entre nós; e se venceram,<br />Mal sabes quanto lutei!<br /><br /><br />Oh! se lutei! . . . mas devera<br />Expor-te em pública praça,<br />Como um alvo à populaça,<br />Um alvo aos dictérios seus!<br />Devera, podia acaso<br />Tal sacrifício aceitar-te<br />Para no cabo pagar-te,<br />Meus dias unindo aos teus?<br /><br /><br />Devera, sim; mas pensava,<br />Que de mim t'esquecerias,<br />Que, sem mim, alegres dias<br />T'esperavam; e </span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">em favor<br />De minhas preces, contava<br />Que o bom Deus me aceitaria<br />O meu quinhão de alegria<br />Pelo teu, quinhão de dor!<br /><br /><br />Que me enganei, ora o vejo;<br />Nadam-te os olhos em pranto,<br />Arfa-te o peito, e no entanto<br />Nem me podes encarar;<br />Erro foi, mas não foi crime,<br />Não te esqueci, eu to juro:<br />Sacrifiquei meu futuro,<br />Vida e glória por te amar!<br /><br /><br />Tudo, tudo; e na miséria<br />Dum martírio prolongado,<br />Lento, cruel, disfarçado,<br />Que eu nem a ti confiei;<br />"Ela é feliz (me dizia)<br />"Seu descanso é obra minha."<br />Negou-me a sorte mesquinha. . .<br />Perdoa, que me enganei!<br /><br /><br />Tantos encantos me tinham,<br />Tanta ilusão me afagava<br />De noite, quando acordava,<br />De dia em sonhos talvez!<br />Tudo isso agora onde pára?<br />Onde a ilusão dos meus sonhos?<br />Tantos projetos risonhos,<br />Tudo esse engano desfez!<br /><br /><br />Enganei-me!... — Horrendo caos<br />Nessas palavras se encerra,<br />Quando do engano, quem erra.<br />Não pode voltar atrás!<br />Amarga irrisão! reflete:<br />Quando eu gozar-te pudera,<br />Mártir quis ser, cuidei qu'era...<br />E um louco fui, nada mais!<br /><br /><br />Louco, julguei adornar-me<br />Com palmas d'alta virtude!<br />Que tinha eu bronco e rude<br />Co que se chama ideal?<br />O meu eras tu, não outro;<br />Stava em deixar minha vida<br />Correr por ti conduzida,<br />Pura, na ausência do mal.<br /><br /><br />Pensar eu que o teu destino<br />Ligado ao meu, outro fora,<br />Pensar que te vejo agora,<br />Por culpa minha, infeliz;<br />Pensar que a tua ventura<br />Deus ab eterno a fizera,<br />No meu caminho a pusera...<br />E eu! eu fui que a não quis!<br /><br /><br />És doutro agora, e pr'a sempre!<br />Eu a mísero desterro<br />Volto, chorando o meu erro,<br />Quase descrendo dos céus!<br />Dói-te de mim, pois me encontras<br />Em tanta miséria posto,<br />Que a expressão deste desgosto<br />Será um crime ante Deus!<br /><br /><br />Dói-te de mim, que t'imploro<br />Perdão, a teus pés curvado;<br />Perdão!... de não ter ousado<br />Viver contente e feliz!<br />Perdão da minha miséria,<br />Da dor que me rala o peito,<br />E se do mal que te hei feito,<br />Também do mal que me fiz!<br /><br />Adeus qu'eu parto, senhora;<br />Negou-me o fado inimigo<br />Passar a vida contigo,<br />Ter sepultura entre os meus;<br />Negou-me nesta hora extrema,<br />Por extrema despedida,<br />Ouvir-te a voz comovida<br />Soluçar um breve Adeus!<br /><br />Lerás porém algum dia<br />Meus versos d'alma arrancados,<br />D'amargo pranto banhados,<br />Com sangue escritos; — e então<br />Confio que te comovas,<br />Que a minha dor te apiade<br />Que chores, não de saudade,</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Nem de amor, — de compaixão.</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; "><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; "><span><span><strong><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Considerações Finais</span></span></strong></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">O equilíbrio de linguagem de Gonçalves Dias e seus temas preferidos serviram de modelo à muitas gerações de poetas que vieram depois, tanto no Romantismo quanto em outros movimentos literários subseqüentes.</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; "><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="line-height: 16px; "><span><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span><strong><span style="color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Referências</span></span></span></span></strong></span></p><p style="line-height: 16px; "><span style="line-height: 16px; color:black;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">M</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">AGALHÃES,Tereza Cochar. CEREJA,Willian Roberto. Português linguagens volume 2, São Paulo 1994, Atual Editora.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 16px; "><span style="line-height: 16px; color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">BOSI, Alfredo. História concisa da literatura brasileira, 1936. 44 edição1994. São Paulo. Cultrix.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 16px; "><span style="line-height: 16px; color:black;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">FARACO, Carlos Emilio. MOURA. Francisco Marto. Língua e Literatura (1996) SP.</span></span></span></span></p> </td></tr></tbody></table></span>Flávio Gomeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10691611184352886638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528818208784351175.post-26110161765707499232009-12-15T14:28:00.000-08:002010-01-03T17:15:14.340-08:00Alvares de Azevedo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqdNAm0_abu_doqzpC0ceNtycpmq5MAkpjVwNo9BVTX7_w4b3vhsPkepJs-RpTzlyUzhzybBm_8hQftF6TqG9RFNdKZEmGFjS6fjt6hC3q1ZX_X8q_6P5iuWaWwXJ-k3zLe8UyeU7r2U/s1600-h/virgedomar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqdNAm0_abu_doqzpC0ceNtycpmq5MAkpjVwNo9BVTX7_w4b3vhsPkepJs-RpTzlyUzhzybBm_8hQftF6TqG9RFNdKZEmGFjS6fjt6hC3q1ZX_X8q_6P5iuWaWwXJ-k3zLe8UyeU7r2U/s320/virgedomar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422685996314582738" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Pálida, à luz da lâmpada sombri</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Sobre o leito de flores reclinada,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Como a lua por noite embalsamada,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Entre as nuvens do amor ela dormia!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Era a virgem do mar! Na escuma fria</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Pela maré das águas embalada...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">- Era um anjo entre nuvens d'alvorada,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Que em sonhos se banhava e se esquecia!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Era mais bela! o seio palpitando...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Negros olhos, as pálpebras abrindo...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;"><span style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">F</span></span><span style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">ormas nuas no leito resvalando...</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;"><span style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Não te rias de mim, meu anjo lindo!</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;"><span style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Por ti - as noites eu velei chorando,</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;"><span style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">Por ti - nos sonhos morrerei sorrindo</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;"><span style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">[Álvares de Azevedo]</span></span></span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';color:#800000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div></span></div></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRRgJarhOeH8X7z2jfBgJYkiqYG_u26FWpE8o7bLqAJ-DGgOLAVfSYWgp6wnQomddkG5IqAe2VWCS0V2ZUj3ySSf2bvivG96wME8uVCcF8mv9DCbBzQ7rBWSN1zvFvtjP8RKkinuP8gU/s1600-h/aazevedo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRRgJarhOeH8X7z2jfBgJYkiqYG_u26FWpE8o7bLqAJ-DGgOLAVfSYWgp6wnQomddkG5IqAe2VWCS0V2ZUj3ySSf2bvivG96wME8uVCcF8mv9DCbBzQ7rBWSN1zvFvtjP8RKkinuP8gU/s320/aazevedo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422685679879548882" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>M</b></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>a</b></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>nuel Antônio Álvares de Azevedo, segundo filho de Inácio Alvarez de Azevedo e Maria Luísa Carlota Silveira da Mota, nasceu na capital de São Paulo na rua de São Francisco próxima à Faculdade de Direito, a 12 de setembro de 1831. Antes de Manuel Antônio</b></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>o casal teve uma filha Maria Luísa, que</b></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>se tornaria a irmã predileta de Álvares de Azevedo. Com 2 anos</b></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>de idade Álvares de Azevedo juntamente com sua família muda-se para o Rio de Janeiro.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Em 1835, morre seu irmão mais novo. Álvares de Azevedo fica com a saúde debilitada devido o choque emocional causado pela terrível perda.</b></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>De 1840 a 1844, Álvares de Azevedo estuda no Colégio Stoll. Aluno de Destaque impressiona o proprietário do colégio: professor Stoll, que envia uma carta a seu pai contendo os seguintes dizeres: “ Seu pequeno Manuel encanta-me sempre mais: é sem dúvida a criança de mais bela esperança do meu colégio, exceto em ginástica em que é o último”, e diz mais adiante: “ ...é a maior capacidade intelectual que encontrei na América em menino de sua idade”...</b></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Em 1844, viaja para São Paulo em companhia de seu tio dr. José Inácio Silveira da Mota, professor da Faculdade de Direito, presta os exames mas não pode matricular-se devido sua idade. Regressa no ano seguinte ao Rio de Janeiro onde adquire o grau de Bacharel em Letras após ter sido aprovado plenamente em todas as matérias. Nesse colégio Álvares de Azevedo foi aluno de Gonçalves de Magalhães, precursor do Romantismo no Brasil com sua obra: “Suspiros poéticos e saudade”.</b></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Em 1848, Álvares de Azevedo matricula-se na Faculdade de Direito de São Paulo. Rapidamente se destaca, graças ao estudo de Direito Romano e análise do Código do Comercio no Brasil, foi escolhido como orador na sessão em que se comemorava o aniversário da criação dos cursos jurídicos no Brasil em 1849.</b></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Em 1851, vai passar as férias de fim de ano com sua família no Rio de Janeiro, em dezembro vai passar o verão na fazenda de parentes. Nessa época em março de 1852, Álvares de Azevedo que já estava tuberculoso, cai de um cavalo, ficando no leito até a morte no dia 25 de abril de 1852.</b></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Sobre a verdadeira causa de sua morte divergem os biógrafos entre tumor, apendicite, a queda em si, ou tuberculose. Em seu túmulo está o epitáfio: “Foi poeta, sonhou e amou na vida”.</b></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span lang="PT"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b> </b></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span lang="PT"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b> </b></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Referencias</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">MAGALHÃES,Tereza Cochar. CEREJA,Willian Roberto. Português linguagens volume 2, São Paulo 1994, Atual Editora</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">BOSI, Alfredo. História concisa da literatura brasileira, 1936. 44 edição1994. São Paulo. Cultrix.</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">FARACO, Carlos Emilio. MOURA. Francisco Marto. Língua e Literatura (1996) SP.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">AZEVEDO, Álvares de. Lira dos Vinte Anos. Martin Claret, 2007. São Paulo.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 18pt; "><span lang="PT" style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> </span></span></p></span><br /></div>Flávio Gomeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10691611184352886638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528818208784351175.post-35643245410139992012009-12-15T14:19:00.000-08:002009-12-15T14:23:09.499-08:00Castro Alves<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTAnw7giMw9xcY5PiCOBC5rlFnvuH6OHAYYWQ-ZfHOi2nMh5csrRBgPR2RbaGsC9yv6aTe7vYrBLB7xVWvZGjs1PuiekWdiO9Jiu5QRBLX9ZaJ9Iv2tlfuOEqjYDdWmdJuoB2tczs9Dg/s1600-h/condor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTAnw7giMw9xcY5PiCOBC5rlFnvuH6OHAYYWQ-ZfHOi2nMh5csrRBgPR2RbaGsC9yv6aTe7vYrBLB7xVWvZGjs1PuiekWdiO9Jiu5QRBLX9ZaJ9Iv2tlfuOEqjYDdWmdJuoB2tczs9Dg/s320/condor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415591719917499138" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;">A terceira fase do Romantismo brasileiro não se preocupa apenas com o “eu”, mas também com a sociedade. Os poetas desse período são chamados de poetas “condoreiros”, influenciados pelo escritor francês Victor Hugo eles defende a justiça social e a liberdade. Enquanto na Europa defendem a classe operária da exploração, no Brasil a luta é pelo fim da escravidão e pela república. Nesse período destaca-se Castro Alves.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;">Antonio Frederico de Castro Alves nasceu na Bahia em 1847, na antiga cidade “Curralinho”, hoje chamada de “Castro Alves”. Estudou direito em Recife e em São Paulo. Vivia com a triz portuguesa Eugênia Câmara.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;">Na faculdade de direito conviveu com outros poetas românticos importantes, além do intelectual baiano Rui Barbosa.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;">Destacava-se como poeta revolucionário e declamador muito eloqüente. Durante uma caçada feriu-se acidentalmente com uma arma de fogo, como conseqüência teve o pé amputado e agravada sua doença pulmonar. Acabou voltando para salvador, e lá faleceu em 1871. Ele estava no auge de sua popularidade como poeta e declamador.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;">Sua obra representa um momento de maturidade e transição na poesia Romântica brasileira. Ele demonstrava maturidade e contraposição às atitudes ingênuas de seus predecessores carregadas de idealização e nacionalismo orgulhoso, em vez disso, Castro Alves retrata o lado feio e esquecido pelos primeiros Românticos; a escravidão dos negros, a opressão e a ignorância do povo brasileiro. Representava transição por que suas atitudes mais realistas apontavam para o movimento literário subseqüente, o Realismo que já existia na Europa.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;">Castro Alves possuía uma sensibilidade em relação aos problemas críticos que o Brasil atravessava por volta de 1850. A Poesia de Castro Alves exercia uma função social, estilo que encontrou sua realização na metade do século XIX.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;">No entanto, como bom romântico, Castro Alves fez também poesias de caráter lírio-amoroso. Entretanto a mulher na obra de Castro Alves aparece como um ser concreto, mais real do que na obra dos outros poetas de sua época.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span lang="PT" style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "> </p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "> <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000080;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> T</span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e</span><span style="font-size:130%;">xto retirado de “O navio negreiro”</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: normal;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span>"Stamos em pleno mar... Doudo no espaço<br />Brinca o luar — dourada borboleta;<br />E as vagas após ele correm... cansam<br />Como turba de infantes inquieta. </span></strong></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span>'Stamos em pleno mar... Do firmamento<br />Os astros saltam como espumas de ouro...<br />O mar em troca acende as ardentias,<br />— Constelações do líquido tesouro... </span></strong></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span>'Stamos em pleno mar... Dois infinitos<br />Ali se estreitam num abraço insano,<br />Azuis, dourados, plácidos, sublimes...<br />Qual dos dous é o céu? qual o oceano?... </span></strong></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span>'Stamos em pleno mar. . . Abrindo as velas<br />Ao quente arfar das virações marinhas,<br />Veleiro brigue corre à flor dos mares,<br />Como roçam na vaga as andorinhas... </span></strong></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span>Donde vem? onde vai? Das naus errantes<br />Quem sabe o rumo se é tão grande o espaço?<br />Neste saara os corcéis o pó levantam,<br />Galopam, voam, mas não deixam traço. </span></strong></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span>Bem feliz quem ali pode nest'hora<br />Sentir deste painel a majestade!<br />Embaixo — o mar em cima — o firmamento...<br />E no mar e no céu — a imensidade! </span></strong></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span>Oh! que doce harmonia traz-me a brisa!<br />Que música suave ao longe soa!<br />Meu Deus! como é sublime um canto ardente<br />Pelas vagas sem fim boiando à toa! </span></strong></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span>Homens do mar! ó rudes marinheiros,<br />Tostados pelo sol dos quatro mundos!<br />Crianças que a procela acalentara<br />No berço destes pélagos profundos! </span></strong></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span>Esperai! esperai! deixai que eu beba<br />Esta selvagem, livre poesia<br />Orquestra — é o mar, que ruge pela proa,<br />E o vento, que nas cordas assobia...</span></strong></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span><br />.......................................................... </span></strong></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;color:#000080;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span>Por que foges assim, barco ligeiro?<br />Por que foges do pávido poeta?<br />Oh! quem me dera acompanhar-te a esteira<br />Que semelha no mar — doudo cometa!</span></strong><span> </span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Albatroz! Albatroz! águia do oceano, </span></span></strong><span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong>Tu que dormes das nuvens entre as gazas, </strong><br /><strong>Sacode as penas, Leviathan do espaço, </strong><br /><strong>Albatroz! Albatroz! dá-me estas asas.</strong></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span> "</span></strong></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span lang="PT"> </span></strong></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span lang="PT"><span style="color:#000000;">As duas flores</span></span></strong></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">"São duas flores unidas</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">São duas rosas nascidas</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Talvez do mesmo arrebol,</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Vivendo,no mesmo galho,</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Da mesma gota de orvalho,</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Do mesmo raio de sol.</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"><br /></span></span></strong></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Unidas, bem como as penas</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">das duas asas pequenas</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">De um passarinho do céu...</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Como um casal de rolinhas,</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Como a tribo de andorinhas</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Da tarde no frouxo véu.</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"><br /></span></span></strong></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Unidas, bem como os prantos,</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Que em parelha descem tantos</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Das profundezas do olhar...</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Como o suspiro e o desgosto,</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Como as covinhas do rosto,</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Como as estrelas do mar.</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"><br /></span></span></strong></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Unidas... Ai quem pudera</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Numa eterna primavera</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Viver, qual vive esta flor.</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Juntar as rosas da vida</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><strong><span><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000080;">Na rama verde e florida,</span></span></strong><strong><span><br /></span></strong><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong><span>Na verde rama do a</span></strong><span><a href="http://www.ilhado.com.br/index.php?id_editoria=25&id=1015##" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(211, 26, 0) !important; "><strong><span style=" text-decoration: none; color:black;"><span style="color:#000080;">mor</span></span></strong></a></span><strong><span><span style="color:#000080;">!</span>"</span></strong></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;color:#000080;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;color:#000080;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"></span></b></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;color:#000080;"><b><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span lang="PT" style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;">Referências Bibliográficas</span></span></span></strong></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;">Alves, Castro. Espumas flutuantes. Martin Claret. São Paulo. 2004.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Site: </span><a href="http://www.culturabrasil.pro.br/navionegreiro.htm" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(211, 26, 0) !important; "><span style=" text-decoration: none; font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">http://www.culturabrasil.pro.br/navionegreiro.htm</span></span></a><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> (05/10/2009, 19:30)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px; ">MAGALHÃES,Tereza Cochar. CEREJA,Willian Roberto. Português linguagens volume 2, São Paulo 1994, Atual Editora.</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;line-height: 16px; "><span style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;">BOSI, Alfredo. História concisa da literatura brasileira, 1936. 44 edição1994. São Paulo. Cultrix.</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; "><span style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:85%;">FARACO, Carlos Emilio. MOURA. Francisco Marto. Língua e Literatura (1996) SP.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "> </p></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;color:#000080;"><b></b></span><p></p>Flávio Gomeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10691611184352886638noreply@blogger.com0