<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714</id><updated>2009-11-10T20:19:56.691Z</updated><title type='text'>ONDJIRA SUL:   Poesia de Namibiano Ferreira</title><subtitle type='html'>POETA ANGOLANO NATURAL DE TOMBWA, PROVÍNCIA DO NAMIBE, NO SUL DE ANGOLA.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-4634294907677640639</id><published>2009-11-10T18:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:55:45.808Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>KANDANDU - ABRAÇO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Porque amanhã é dia da Dipanda (Independência), aqui fica um kandandu mwangolé (abraço angolano) para todos os leitores de Ondjira Sul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Svm1tT7PrEI/AAAAAAAACBA/EDA9b2sFaU4/s1600-h/angolband.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Svm1tT7PrEI/AAAAAAAACBA/EDA9b2sFaU4/s400/angolband.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Axiomas fervilham na nudez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;luzidia das raízes dos dedos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e o sol, semba da madrugada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;pai da Liberdade, acorda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;a Nação no âmbar rútilo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;do Leste-Moxico a cantar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;a rosa-dos-ventos todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;como de fosse um semba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;rubro, kandandu sincero, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;abraço a trazer Cabinda-Kunene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;vento aberto de par em mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;na palma livre do peito e da alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito obrigado pelas vossas visitas e comentários.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-4634294907677640639?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/4634294907677640639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=4634294907677640639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/4634294907677640639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/4634294907677640639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/11/kandandu-abraco.html' title='KANDANDU - ABRAÇO'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Svm1tT7PrEI/AAAAAAAACBA/EDA9b2sFaU4/s72-c/angolband.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-5339253094174604415</id><published>2009-11-09T12:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:23:50.672Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mercado Benfica'/><title type='text'>O MERCADO DE BENFICA - LUANDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Luanda - A agitação de carros e homens começa cedo no Mercado do Benfica, o mais tradicional mercado artesanal do país, a sul da capital Luanda. Turistas e nativos, amantes de arte ou meros curiosos, buscam ali diariamente, sobretudo aos fins-de-semana, criativas lembranças feitas em pura madeira africana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Aberto há duas décadas na comuna do Benfica, município da Samba, o espaço tornou-se referência para quem se desloca a Angola, servindo de fonte para os ateliers luandenses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;O Mercado do Benfica já foi maior territorialmente e com a realização de obras nos arredores, ocupa hoje uma área geográfica de aproximadamente 300 metros de comprimento e 40 de largura, preenchida por mais de mil vendedores legalizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Abre-se ao público de terça-feira a domingo, mas é ao fim-de-semana, principalmente aos sábados, que a agitação atrai quem circula pelas proximidades, a caminho das praias locais, ou em busca propositada de máscaras e demais peças de artesanato, feitas em pau ferro, preto, rosa ou cinza.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWlVzW34pI/AAAAAAAAB-c/XnBnnf9DjPI/s1600-h/1755545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWlVzW34pI/AAAAAAAAB-c/XnBnnf9DjPI/s400/1755545.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Algumas esculturas do Pensador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Nessa praça artesanal, a diversidade é grande, a criatividade chama atenção e as obras expostas reflectem, cada uma com um toque especial, a cultura tradicional e etno-linguística de vários povos de Angola. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A oferta ultrapassa de longe o número de compradores, maioritariamente turistas. Todavia, nunca falta quem queira levar uma peça autêntica ou simples réplica de produtos já internacionalizados, como o Pensador (obra-prima de harmonia e simetria da linha, típica do povo Lunda-Cokwe, parte nordeste do país).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;É de baixo de sol ardente ou sob frio de rachar que homens e mulheres afinam a máquina do "marketing" pessoal, para atrair clientes às coloridas bancadas de um mercado, onde vão à mostra, todos os dias, mais de dez mil peças de artesanato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Como em outros locais de Luanda, o Pensador está entre as mais caras, pelo seu simbolismo antropológico e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;pela dificuldade que encerra na sua produção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWl0EGPd2I/AAAAAAAAB-k/rrtNnzspjXk/s1600-h/mercado2Bde2Barte2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWl0EGPd2I/AAAAAAAAB-k/rrtNnzspjXk/s400/mercado2Bde2Barte2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Máscaras tradicionais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mas o comprador encontra muito mais alternativas. Máscaras de referência, como Mwana Pwo, estatuetas de santas, da mulher mumuíla e de caçadores, bem como bonecos em formato de elefante, rinoceronte girafas (…) constam das bancadas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;No centro do mercado encontram-se também quadros de artes plásticas de diversos tamanhos, feitos com técnicas modernas, além de roupas com as cores e símbolos da bandeira nacional. A distribuição é aleatória, pelo que peças de missanga e cestos diversos, feitos à base de esteira, ocupam uma das alas da feira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Os preços podem ir dos mil e 500 aos 80 mil kwanzas ou mais. Tudo passa pelo tamanho da peça. Um elefante pequeno, feito de pau rosa, custa sete a oito mil, enquanto um leão de 70 por 80 centímetros pode atingir 80 mil kwanzas. Esse é o mesmo valor de um rinoceronte, com as mesmas dimensões.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWlPfGC_vI/AAAAAAAAB-U/rDpXWrz9FFQ/s1600-h/mercado2Bde2Barte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWlPfGC_vI/AAAAAAAAB-U/rDpXWrz9FFQ/s400/mercado2Bde2Barte.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWmebucAFI/AAAAAAAAB-s/EdqIZsu4ixE/s1600-h/mercadoarteang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWmebucAFI/AAAAAAAAB-s/EdqIZsu4ixE/s400/mercadoarteang.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWm8vfkSjI/AAAAAAAAB-0/4H861Xl51aY/s1600-h/pensa2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWm8vfkSjI/AAAAAAAAB-0/4H861Xl51aY/s400/pensa2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Todas as fotos da net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(Texto de Elias Tumba, adaptado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-5339253094174604415?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/5339253094174604415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=5339253094174604415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/5339253094174604415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/5339253094174604415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-mercado-de-benfica-luanda.html' title='O MERCADO DE BENFICA - LUANDA'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWlVzW34pI/AAAAAAAAB-c/XnBnnf9DjPI/s72-c/1755545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-4225383351886966975</id><published>2009-11-09T09:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:43:38.734Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>RELENDO VIRIATO DA CRUZ NOS CAMPOS DO NORFOLK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SvfjSxpYoeI/AAAAAAAACAY/kjDShRpnXSE/s1600-h/VIR+1787593_SlmP4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SvfjSxpYoeI/AAAAAAAACAY/kjDShRpnXSE/s400/VIR+1787593_SlmP4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Viriato da Cruz (poeta angolano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Quase todos os dia chove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;O sol não se dilui na face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;dos nossos desejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Aqui, cada dia mais a Norte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;a luz de Inglaterra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;é a infinita verdura espalhada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;pelos campos do Norfolk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;às vezes cerceados pelo manto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;das vestes outonais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e o verde do Norfolk é uma sede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;na aridez do meu deserto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;E o que sei de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;está no suspenso da tarde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;- agonia cinzenta -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;onde caminho relendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;os poemas do Viriato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Os poemas choram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;no assobio triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;deste vento outonal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e os poemas do Viriato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;já não são em si mesmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;o Viriato na pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;de sua voz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;E por entre uivos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;do silêncio tagarela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;tudo se perde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;na voracidade verde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;que não satisfaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;a clorofila tropical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;da minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SvfjZwjsTKI/AAAAAAAACAg/AmyzsKKtv9o/s1600-h/kalandula1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SvfjZwjsTKI/AAAAAAAACAg/AmyzsKKtv9o/s400/kalandula1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Quedas da Kalandula (Malanje - rio Lucala)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-4225383351886966975?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/4225383351886966975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=4225383351886966975&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/4225383351886966975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/4225383351886966975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/11/relendo-viriato-da-cruz-nos-campos-do.html' title='RELENDO VIRIATO DA CRUZ NOS CAMPOS DO NORFOLK'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SvfjSxpYoeI/AAAAAAAACAY/kjDShRpnXSE/s72-c/VIR+1787593_SlmP4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-3987832043689814046</id><published>2009-11-03T11:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:42:47.691Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>É NOVEMBRO NOVAMENTE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SvAU5ozJ7QI/AAAAAAAAB_w/QMOzjsQmC_s/s1600-h/acacia3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SvAU5ozJ7QI/AAAAAAAAB_w/QMOzjsQmC_s/s400/acacia3.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SvAVBsNZLMI/AAAAAAAAB_4/Ica92FQvzYg/s1600-h/acacia2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SvAVBsNZLMI/AAAAAAAAB_4/Ica92FQvzYg/s320/acacia2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Para a Meg, que tanto adora as acácias rubras em flor, está no tempo delas florirem ao longo das ruas e avenidas&amp;nbsp;de Luanda, de Benguela... de Angola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Naquela manhã do Sul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;chovia Novembro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;no falar do calendário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e os dedos dos dias todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;traziam búzios e ventos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;a passar os teus braços &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;abertos a desejar os céus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;eram tempos incendiados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;no soar místico das marimbas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;disseminando a invocação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;rubra das acácias ao sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;chorando pétalas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;sangue de veludo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;mágoas passadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;no construir hodierno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;da paz ndele de voar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;sobre acácias rubras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;florindo Novembro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;de permanentes açucenas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ndele - garça branca/boieira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SvAZ1VRbP2I/AAAAAAAACAA/YpTIy7sKD7E/s1600-h/acacia1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SvAZ1VRbP2I/AAAAAAAACAA/YpTIy7sKD7E/s400/acacia1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SvAaBLq670I/AAAAAAAACAI/bL-Z-AqkXN0/s1600-h/Angola_360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SvAaBLq670I/AAAAAAAACAI/bL-Z-AqkXN0/s400/Angola_360.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-3987832043689814046?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/3987832043689814046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=3987832043689814046&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/3987832043689814046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/3987832043689814046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-novembro-novamente.html' title='É NOVEMBRO NOVAMENTE...'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SvAU5ozJ7QI/AAAAAAAAB_w/QMOzjsQmC_s/s72-c/acacia3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-535772092744232796</id><published>2009-10-26T14:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:01:55.604Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>TELAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWxBqfZEpI/AAAAAAAAB_E/IlxX2DZ3VR0/s1600-h/3889180113_f9f4d129f9_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SubhChSUHiI/AAAAAAAAB_c/TuRpg2JS_Pw/s1600-h/gazelas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SubhChSUHiI/AAAAAAAAB_c/TuRpg2JS_Pw/s400/gazelas.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Gazelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tilintar telas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esgazeadas de sonhos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fechar os olhos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e voar gazela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vento nu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a roçar espinheira &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cavalgar guelengue &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pégaso que me pede &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no traço palanca &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dos pincéis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rebuscar a cor onírica &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sobre paletas iridiscentes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfumes e pratas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cacimbos e luares &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pintando horizontes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;místicos de nada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no vôo asa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;garajau a gritar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o azul turquesa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mar de Namibe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWwo6_BttI/AAAAAAAAB-8/OjO3HCzv_x4/s1600-h/guelengue+(3).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWwo6_BttI/AAAAAAAAB-8/OjO3HCzv_x4/s400/guelengue+(3).jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Guelengue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se Eternidade existe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ela começa no pedaço &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minúsculo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do azul marinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Namibe guardado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dentro de mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a marulhar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beijo e maré &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carícia de Kianda &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vestindo tômbwas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cacimbo e missangas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWxi5-D99I/AAAAAAAAB_M/GqgoD1KgThw/s1600-h/palanca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuWxi5-D99I/AAAAAAAAB_M/GqgoD1KgThw/s400/palanca.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Palanca Negra Gigante, um símbolo de Angola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-535772092744232796?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/535772092744232796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=535772092744232796&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/535772092744232796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/535772092744232796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/10/telas.html' title='TELAS'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SubhChSUHiI/AAAAAAAAB_c/TuRpg2JS_Pw/s72-c/gazelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-4033879702048515526</id><published>2009-10-26T10:40:00.049Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:31:02.417Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welwitschia'/><title type='text'>A WELWITSCHIA MIRABILIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuV44R3RoKI/AAAAAAAAB9U/9Oelg5BQsU4/s1600-h/EX77B1~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuV44R3RoKI/AAAAAAAAB9U/9Oelg5BQsU4/s400/EX77B1~1.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Na língua local, a Welwitschia, chama-se Tômbwa e dá nome à cidade onde nasci. Este foi também o nome científico (latinizado) que o naturalista austríaco, Frederich Welwitsch, lhe deu: &lt;em&gt;Tomboa Angolensis&lt;/em&gt;. Só mais tarde viria a chamar-se &lt;em&gt;Welwitschia&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mirabilis&lt;/em&gt;, em sua homenagem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Que posso vos dizer sobre esta planta que conheço desde que me sei gente? É uma planta que sempre me fascinou e que se reveste de um halo muito especial na minha poesia. Evolta em mistério ela será um eterno símbolo para mim, um coração que resiste ligado-me à terra Namibe e é, também um símbolo da terra angolense. Deixo-vos um texto da Enciclopédia Livre para que possam apreciar em termos científicos esta raridade fitológica do Namibe e que me recorda uma história que meu avô me contou: quando Frederich Welwitsch viu esta estranha planta, pela primeira vez, ajoelhou-se no chão quente do deserto num misto de espanto e religiosidade, totalmente maravilhado por tão singular planta. Fica também&amp;nbsp;estes poemas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;WELWITSCHIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Aridez suprema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e o mistério levanta-se do chão: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; tombwelwitschianamibilis!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Braços dispersos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;gretando aridez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;gritando vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuV7hVhJF8I/AAAAAAAAB9c/4KeYSFl4XBU/s1600-h/welwitschia+-+flor+feminina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuV7hVhJF8I/AAAAAAAAB9c/4KeYSFl4XBU/s320/welwitschia+-+flor+feminina.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Flor feminina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuV72q-Ac5I/AAAAAAAAB9k/VAlPClk3O-w/s1600-h/welwitschia+-+flor+masculina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuV72q-Ac5I/AAAAAAAAB9k/VAlPClk3O-w/s320/welwitschia+-+flor+masculina.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Flor masculina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TENACIDADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aberta ao infinito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;árido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem tempo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a Welwitschia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é um poeta ermo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e solitário &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aspirando a Vida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;escassa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em cada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;missanga húmida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pérola &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minúscula &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de cacimbo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;luz e cristal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;MAIS SOBRE A WELWITSCHIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Artigo retirado de wikipedia, ligeiramente adaptado) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;É uma planta rasteira, formada por um caule lenhoso que não cresce, uma enorme raiz aprumada e duas folhas apenas, provenientes dos cotilédones da semente; as folhas, em forma de fita larga, continuam a crescer durante toda a vida da planta, uma vez que possuem meristemas basais. Com o tempo, as folhas podem atingir mais de dois metros de comprimento e tornam-se esfarrapadas nas extremidades. É difícil avaliar a idade que estas plantas atingem, mas pensa-se que possam viver mais de 1000 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;A Welwitschia Mirabilis é uma planta dióica, ou seja, os cones masculinos e femininos nascem em plantas diferentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Apesar do clima em que vive, a Welwitschia consegue absorver a água do orvalho através das folhas (o tal cacimbo de que já vos falei na postagem sobre o Deserto do Namibe). Esta espécie tem ainda uma característica fisiológica em comum com as crassuláceas (as plantas com folhas carnudas ou suculentas, como os cactos): o metabolismo ácido - durante o dia, as folhas mantêm os estomas fechados, para impedir a transpiração, mas à noite eles abrem-se, deixam entrar o dióxido de carbono necessário à fotossíntese e armazenam-no, na forma dos ácidos málico e isocítrico nos vacúolos das suas células; durante o dia, estes ácidos libertam o CO2 e convertem-no em glicose através das reacções conhecidas como ciclo de Calvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Esta espécie foi baptizada a partir do nome do Dr. Friedrich Welwitsch, que contribuiu para o conhecimento desta e de muitas outras plantas de Angola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Devido às suas características únicas, incluindo o seu lento crescimento, a Welwitschia é considerada uma espécie ameaçada. No entanto, pensa-se que as plantas que vivem em Angola estão mais protegidas que as da Namíbia, devido às minas terrestres que protegem o seu habitat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-4033879702048515526?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/4033879702048515526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=4033879702048515526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/4033879702048515526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/4033879702048515526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/10/welwitschia-mirabilis.html' title='A WELWITSCHIA MIRABILIS'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuV44R3RoKI/AAAAAAAAB9U/9Oelg5BQsU4/s72-c/EX77B1~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-5626835032623490151</id><published>2009-10-25T23:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:33:55.328Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mwana Pwó'/><title type='text'>A MÁSCARA MWANA PWÓ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuTj8WlMesI/AAAAAAAAB9E/8O68Rrh7KF4/s1600-h/mwp1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuTj8WlMesI/AAAAAAAAB9E/8O68Rrh7KF4/s640/mwp1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Dançarino Mwana Pwo (foto da Net)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;As máscaras Mwana Pwó sempre me fascinaram. Fazem lembrar as máscaras da tragédia grega. O que me agrada apreciar nelas são a sua expressão, o sentido que encerram e sobretudo a sua beleza plástica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Entre os Tchokwé de Angola estas máscaras são utilizadas por dançarinos que representam um bailado durante o período de iniciação dos rapazes na sua passgem para a vida adulta e que tem como ritual a circuncisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mwana Pwó significa “mulher jovem” e representa um antepassado feminino que morreu em idade jovem. É uma lembrança da morte como experiência iniciática,&amp;nbsp; morte e renascimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuTjzzGWh4I/AAAAAAAAB88/cC8zxk8Fpfc/s1600-h/mwp2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuTjzzGWh4I/AAAAAAAAB88/cC8zxk8Fpfc/s320/mwp2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Foto: Nossoskimbos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A máscara representa a cara de uma mulher falecida, de olhos encovados. Os dentes pontiagudos e as escoriações, demonstram o seu falecimento precoce, ainda com as marcas da recente iniciação. As lágrimas esculpidas sobre as faces são a dor da perda que se experiencia através da morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mwana Pwó idealiza valores femininos e é uma personagem feminina. No entanto, é um homem que executa o bailado (as máscaras estao vedadas às mulheres e aos não iniciados), dançando graciosamente ensina boas maneiras aos espectadores. O poder e a elegância da actuação do dançarino é suposto trazer fertilidade às mulheres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuTkhopxhlI/AAAAAAAAB9M/2KLvd9JyqXU/s1600-h/mwp3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuTkhopxhlI/AAAAAAAAB9M/2KLvd9JyqXU/s320/mwp3.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Foto: NossosKimbos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nota:&lt;/strong&gt; A cultura Tchokwé, nao é exclusiva de Angola, ela reparte-se por mais dois países, Congo-Kinshasa e Zambia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-5626835032623490151?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/5626835032623490151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=5626835032623490151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/5626835032623490151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/5626835032623490151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/10/mascara-mwana-pwo.html' title='A MÁSCARA MWANA PWÓ'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SuTj8WlMesI/AAAAAAAAB9E/8O68Rrh7KF4/s72-c/mwp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-794784674818648671</id><published>2009-10-21T14:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:03:34.828Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinah'/><title type='text'>OLHOS</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St8L9eQbOeI/AAAAAAAAB8w/HZ-fHq82Bbs/s1600-h/tonia+neuprath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St8L9eQbOeI/AAAAAAAAB8w/HZ-fHq82Bbs/s400/tonia+neuprath.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Tela de Toia Neuparth (Angola)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt; Para Dinah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Melíferos ambarinos translúcidos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;– acariciando minha nudez – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;são os teus olhos avelãs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;dançando cristal iluminado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;no prelúdio dos dias incendiados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e dedilhando fagueiros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;as orquídeas que te ofereço num beijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;florido na boca púbica a clamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;o nosso inteiro desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-794784674818648671?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/794784674818648671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=794784674818648671&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/794784674818648671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/794784674818648671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/10/olhos.html' title='OLHOS'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St8L9eQbOeI/AAAAAAAAB8w/HZ-fHq82Bbs/s72-c/tonia+neuprath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-2590117732862439794</id><published>2009-10-20T10:30:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:20:38.275Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deserto Namibe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>O DESERTO DO NAMIBE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St18IZNdSnI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/ku-OVgJ8q0s/s1600-h/namibe-praia-das-escadinhas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St18IZNdSnI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/ku-OVgJ8q0s/s320/namibe-praia-das-escadinhas2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Litoral do Namibe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje vamos visitar o sul de Angola, província do Namibe de que tanto ouvem falar aqui neste blogue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St13_zqt1hI/AAAAAAAAB7g/LUCNGpq8dck/s1600-h/DSCF3931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St13_zqt1hI/AAAAAAAAB7g/LUCNGpq8dck/s320/DSCF3931.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;As dunas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;O Deserto do Namibe é partilhado por Angola e a Namíbia. Estas fotos são todas em território angolano, província do Namibe, onde nasci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A região é considerada como sendo o mais antigo deserto do mundo, tendo permanecido em condições áridas ou semi-áridas há pelo menos 80 milhões de anos. A sua aridez é causada pela descida de ar seco arrefecido pela corrente fria de Benguela que passa na costa. Menos de 1 cm de chuva cai anualmente e o comum dos mortais poderá pensar: esta terra desértica é completamente estéril. Mas não, não é estéril, animais e plantas fazem dele há milhões de anos o seu lar e ecosistema favorito tanto que não existem plantas, como por exemplo, a Welwitschia Mirabilis, em mais outro local do planeta. O encontro do ar seco e quente do deserto com o ar frio e húmido da corrente fria de Benguela, junto à costa, trazem uma névoa matinal que localmente chamamos cacimbo, esse orvalho é a água que alimenta plantas e animais e penetra até 50 km a partir do litoral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St17uEcQeyI/AAAAAAAAB8I/EjIIS9uxOSQ/s1600-h/mukubais_Deserto_Namibe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St17uEcQeyI/AAAAAAAAB8I/EjIIS9uxOSQ/s320/mukubais_Deserto_Namibe.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Homens Mukubais/Ovakuvale (foto de Alex. Correia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Os homens também aqui habitam há milhares de anos. As gravuras rupestres de Tchitundu-Hulu, são disso um exemplo e para os especialistas elas foram executadas, provavelmente, há 20.000 anos por um misterioso povo talvez os ancestrais dos Ovasekele (vulgo Bosquímanos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;O litoral do deserto é riquíssimo em peixe e ao longo dos rios de enxurrada (só trazem água no período chuvoso, nomeadamente entre fevereiro e abril) pratica-se a agricultura de subsistência. Essa água não provém de chuvas caídas no deserto mas a centenas de quilómetros, nas terras altas da Huíla. Durante o período colonial os portugueses trouxeram culturas europeias que se adaptaram muito bem. Sobretudo culturas mediterrânicas como a vinha, a oliveira e frutas diversas, como pêssegos, melões, maçãs e ameixas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Vários povos habitam o deserto. A maioria são bantus, pertencentes ao grupo etnolinguístico dos Hereros ou Helelos, cujos principais subgrupos são Dimbas (Ovandimba), Himbas (Ovahimba), Mukubais (Ovakuvale), Cuanhocas/Curocas/Mukurocas (Ovakwanhoka) e Guendelengos (Ovangendelengu). Nas áreas urbanas, das cidades do Namibe e Tômbwa, vivem os Kimbares, uma mistura de vários povos vindos do centro e norte de Angola porque os Hereros nunca deixaram a sua maneira tradicional de viver, nascem pastores e morrem pastores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St14I-5L-QI/AAAAAAAAB7o/hF0NdCug5_k/s1600-h/Arco+Carvalhao-+Namibe2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St14I-5L-QI/AAAAAAAAB7o/hF0NdCug5_k/s320/Arco+Carvalhao-+Namibe2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Arco do Carvalhao, onde existe uma lagoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St174kFWM4I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/XuyWaq0_iAo/s1600-h/3889824432_9d880abb11_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St174kFWM4I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/XuyWaq0_iAo/s320/3889824432_9d880abb11_b.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Guelengues (Orix), quase nao necessitam de água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St17fiq76OI/AAAAAAAAB74/aZxVWjarRs4/s1600-h/namibe-2006-04g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St17fiq76OI/AAAAAAAAB74/aZxVWjarRs4/s320/namibe-2006-04g.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Perto da Lagoa do Arco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St14mf-G2sI/AAAAAAAAB7w/fLqnjpyXYPY/s1600-h/2484806_namibe_himba_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St14mf-G2sI/AAAAAAAAB7w/fLqnjpyXYPY/s320/2484806_namibe_himba_1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Mulheres Himba/Ovahimba, pintam-se de vermelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St17k61t-eI/AAAAAAAAB8A/eLlHTMDWc-4/s1600-h/Namibe-digitalizado-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St17k61t-eI/AAAAAAAAB8A/eLlHTMDWc-4/s320/Namibe-digitalizado-10.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;A invulgar Welwitschia/Tombwa rodeada pela aridez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;Os povos não-bantus são pequenos grupos, na sua maioria ainda recolectores que se encontram espalhados pelo deserto e também por outras regiões do sul de Angola: Ovasekele, Ovakwisi, Ovakwepe e Ovakankala. Muitas vezes o mesmo povo é conhecido por diferentes nomes ou nomes deturpados, por exemplo e seguindo a mesma ordem: Camessequéis/Bosquímanes/Cassequéis, Mucuíssos/Cuísses, Cuepes e Mucancalas. A linguagem destes povos tem pequenos cliques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St188hD1ugI/AAAAAAAAB8g/oEj3hSdOl9M/s1600-h/EX7DB6~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St188hD1ugI/AAAAAAAAB8g/oEj3hSdOl9M/s320/EX7DB6~1.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Welwitschia Mirabilis, a raridade e o exotismo da flora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;Deixo-vos aqui este link de um lodge que se chama Omauha (Pedra) e que se localiza no deserto. Uma maneira de conhecer o meu Namibe é visitá-lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.omauha.com/homepage.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.omauha.com/homepage.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St2CdwgvJTI/AAAAAAAAB8o/cnoeGA6mB_8/s1600-h/Namibe-digitalizado-33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St2CdwgvJTI/AAAAAAAAB8o/cnoeGA6mB_8/s320/Namibe-digitalizado-33.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;E para terminar o poema:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ETERNIDADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É no SUL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do Sul ao sol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na aridez &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de sua concha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que eu quero &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fazer o meu fogo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;engordar os meus bois &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e bem depois &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enroscar-me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no eterno &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aconchego &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aridez de sua concha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-2590117732862439794?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/2590117732862439794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=2590117732862439794&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/2590117732862439794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/2590117732862439794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-deserto-do-namibe.html' title='O DESERTO DO NAMIBE'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/St18IZNdSnI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/ku-OVgJ8q0s/s72-c/namibe-praia-das-escadinhas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-4228972960357860505</id><published>2009-10-13T09:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:04:19.865Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinah'/><title type='text'>BOM PORTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StQ_LdPWRdI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/hwc6Ly_5yWw/s1600-h/aaLPIC2863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StQ_LdPWRdI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/hwc6Ly_5yWw/s400/aaLPIC2863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Foto de Dinah (Brancaster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Para Dinah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Gotículas, ainda, de salsugem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;mansa marinheira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;anunciam calemas e garroas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Películas de cetim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;cor-de-maresia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;arrepiam a nudez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;do fogo e desejo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e o teu corpo dormindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;nos lábios frutados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;astralinos do luar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;é o porto que procuro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;antes das tormentas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-4228972960357860505?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/4228972960357860505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=4228972960357860505&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/4228972960357860505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/4228972960357860505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/10/bom-porto.html' title='BOM PORTO'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StQ_LdPWRdI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/hwc6Ly_5yWw/s72-c/aaLPIC2863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-471788633133232683</id><published>2009-10-13T08:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:35:08.489Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pungo Andongo'/><title type='text'>PEDRAS NEGRAS DE MPUNGO-A-NDONGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StMjjkts90I/AAAAAAAAB6w/_-VUmagU4Uk/s1600-h/Pedras2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StMjjkts90I/AAAAAAAAB6w/_-VUmagU4Uk/s320/Pedras2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Para quebrar os dias de poesia, o autor deste blogue decidiu intercalar imagens da sua terra e no futuro algumas pequenas considerações sobre a cultura, usos e costumes dos vários povos de Angola. Hoje iniciamos a visita às Pedras Negras de Mpungo-A-Ndongo ou Pungo Andongo. Estas belas e sugestivas formações rochosas localizam-se na província de Malanje, no norte de Angola e distam cerca de 116 km da cidade de Malanje, capital de província. A graciosidade das formas dos monolitos são autênticos poemas esculpidos por Mãe Natureza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StMjf7yxiLI/AAAAAAAAB6o/H6yvWapJbDg/s1600-h/pedras1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StMjf7yxiLI/AAAAAAAAB6o/H6yvWapJbDg/s320/pedras1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A cor negra deve-se a uma alga filamentosa e talvez por essa razão as Pedras Negras são mais formosas na época das chuvas. Aqui também se encontra a mítica peugada grava na rocha e que a tradição atribui à célebre rainha da Matamba, Nzinga Mbandi Ngola (1582 – 1663) uma das grandes figuras da História de Angola pela sua luta e resistência ao avanço colonial português.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StMjswKcSqI/AAAAAAAAB64/8hWGUkcgA2k/s1600-h/pungopungo7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StMjswKcSqI/AAAAAAAAB64/8hWGUkcgA2k/s320/pungopungo7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StMjxTwuV9I/AAAAAAAAB7A/wo0VKrUkJUw/s1600-h/pungopungo9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StMjxTwuV9I/AAAAAAAAB7A/wo0VKrUkJUw/s320/pungopungo9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StMkpNbJZgI/AAAAAAAAB7I/fT0UpGjDW44/s1600-h/pegada2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StMkpNbJZgI/AAAAAAAAB7I/fT0UpGjDW44/s320/pegada2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Segundo fontes históricas estas foram palavras proferidas por Nzinga Mbandi Ngola a um emissário português: &lt;em&gt;“Sendo eu nascida para mandar no meu Reino, não tenho que obedecer nem reconhecer um outro soberano e passar de Senhora absoluta a serva ou escrava. Se o Português quer de mim um donativo cada ano, dá-lo-ei de boa vontade, desde que ele me dê também um, e assim estaremos iguais na cortesia” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Fotos da Net)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-471788633133232683?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/471788633133232683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=471788633133232683&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/471788633133232683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/471788633133232683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/10/pedras-negras-de-mpungo-ndongo.html' title='PEDRAS NEGRAS DE MPUNGO-A-NDONGO'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StMjjkts90I/AAAAAAAAB6w/_-VUmagU4Uk/s72-c/Pedras2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-7129560364006920720</id><published>2009-10-10T08:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:17:54.608Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Che Guevara'/><title type='text'>IRONIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StA5zy2CSdI/AAAAAAAAB6g/fJP7jDylUtQ/s1600-h/t+chertguevara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StA5zy2CSdI/AAAAAAAAB6g/fJP7jDylUtQ/s320/t+chertguevara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem foi dia de aniversário do blogue e como não queria misturar datas hoje faço outra postagem para assinalar a morte de Che Guevara, que ocorreu há 42 anos.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ernesto Guevara de la Serna, mais conhecido por Che Guevara ou El Che (Rosário, 14 de junho de 1928 — La Higuera, 9 de outubro de 1967). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A verdadeira morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;de Che Guevara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;É&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(tão pouca sorte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ser hoje vendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;estampado em lucrativas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;T-shirts capitalistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A revolução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;não é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;a força do ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;É, em si mesma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a morte do Ideal.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(D’aprés um poema de Maria Alexandre Dáskalos, A revolução/é)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-7129560364006920720?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/7129560364006920720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=7129560364006920720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/7129560364006920720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/7129560364006920720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/10/ironias.html' title='IRONIAS'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/StA5zy2CSdI/AAAAAAAAB6g/fJP7jDylUtQ/s72-c/t+chertguevara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-2802285155583601547</id><published>2009-10-09T08:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:35:35.781Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversário'/><title type='text'>ESTE BLOG FAZ QUATRO ANOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Ss7hjuV3NRI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/KESxkOzoMEQ/s1600-h/mapaflag.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Ss7hjuV3NRI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/KESxkOzoMEQ/s320/mapaflag.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Hoje, o meu blog faz quarto anos. Nesta mesma data em 2005 publiquei o poema “Oráculo” &lt;a href="http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2005/10/oraculo-alem-naquele-mar-de-calemas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2005/10/oraculo-alem-naquele-mar-de-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;calemas.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;passo a passo e muito timidamente fui construindo este espaço que foi, desde o seu início votado à poesia elaborada por mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Em Março de 2008 coloquei um contador, não garanto que tenho recebido 10.384 visitas para me lerem porque muitas das bandeirinhas que por lá militam vieram por acaso ou para ver as fotos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Concerteza que outras bandeirinhas vieram para ler a poesia. Desses se destacam o Brasil (5.213), Portugal (3.424), Angola (319), Moçambique (29), Cabo Verde (5) e que se podem juntar o Reino Unido, França, Espanha, Estados Unidos, Alemanha devido à forte presença de comunidades de expressão lusófona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Para bolo de aniversário trago-vos um poema já aqui publicado anteriormente mas que é um dos meus preferidos. Inspirado no poema de Álvaro de Campos “O binómio de Newton é tão belo como a Vénus de Milo” trata-se de uma pequena vingança porque não gosto de belezas matemáticas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Para quem não conhece é assim o poema de Álvaro de Campos (heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Binómio de Newton é tão belo como a Vénus de Milo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que há é pouca gente para dar por isso. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;óóóó---óóóóóó óóó---óóóóóóó óóóóóóóó &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(O vento lá fora.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Álvaro de Campos, 15-1-1928 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADULTERANDO ÁLVARO DE CAMPOS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Uma mulher Mukubal é tão bela como a Vénus de Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;o que há é pouca gente para dar por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Depois de onze girassóis florindo Novembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ainda há pouca gente para dar por isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e uma mulher Mukubal é mais bela que a Vénus de Milo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ÓOOO - ÓOOOOOO - ÓOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(O vento no deserto.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;In Resist(ir) Assim - Poesia a Doze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Editorial Minerva (1999)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBRIGADO A TODOS OS QUE AQUI PASSAM LENDO E COMENTANDO OU SIMPLESMENTE OLHANDO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Ss7g1ZDXRWI/AAAAAAAAB6I/VfSAfBJnbfo/s1600-h/mucubal1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Ss7g1ZDXRWI/AAAAAAAAB6I/VfSAfBJnbfo/s320/mucubal1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-2802285155583601547?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/2802285155583601547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=2802285155583601547&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/2802285155583601547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/2802285155583601547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/10/este-blog-faz-quatro-anos.html' title='ESTE BLOG FAZ QUATRO ANOS'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Ss7hjuV3NRI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/KESxkOzoMEQ/s72-c/mapaflag.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-5726012249889433046</id><published>2009-10-08T14:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:23:10.262Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>A LIBERDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Ss3uQkHY6kI/AAAAAAAAB6A/lo2K1oWDZNs/s1600-h/tombua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Ss3uQkHY6kI/AAAAAAAAB6A/lo2K1oWDZNs/s320/tombua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tombwa, vista de satélite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Ss3tIo0nkAI/AAAAAAAAB54/fcTUf6EGn-g/s1600-h/estaleiro-tombua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Ss3tIo0nkAI/AAAAAAAAB54/fcTUf6EGn-g/s320/estaleiro-tombua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Foto de Eugénio Vicedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A lua cheia chegava, por fim, iluminando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;o suave marulhar no crespo nocturno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;carapinha da noite-Tômbwa cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;E a noite, vestida de luar, trazia até mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;a baía a&amp;nbsp;tremeluzir a cantar a dançar o mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;místico semba carregado de mistérios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e desejos proibidos de Santa Liberdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Nas batucadas choradas dos contratados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;floriam açucenas no lóbulo verde do sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e sob as peugadas incendiadas do vento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;dormiam sonhos carmesim sorrindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;no ventre claro azul futuro de Novembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-5726012249889433046?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/5726012249889433046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=5726012249889433046&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/5726012249889433046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/5726012249889433046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/10/liberdade.html' title='A LIBERDADE'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Ss3uQkHY6kI/AAAAAAAAB6A/lo2K1oWDZNs/s72-c/tombua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-7733338341798426212</id><published>2009-10-05T08:10:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:22:36.556Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>MUKUROKA PIRIQUITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SsmanJTt44I/AAAAAAAAB5g/1n3Q4Icoaik/s1600-h/MukurokaPiriquito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SsmanJTt44I/AAAAAAAAB5g/1n3Q4Icoaik/s320/MukurokaPiriquito.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Mukuroka Piriquito - Gravura de Mário Tendinha (Angola)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Este poema foi inspirado nesta gravura da autoria do meu conterrâneo e amigo Mário Tendinha, que inaugurou no dia 1 de Outubro do corrente, em Luanda, a exposição NgolaMirrors que podem ver aqui &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ngolamirrors.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;http://www.ngolamirrors.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Mukuroka Piriquito, aqui retratado é um conterraneo lá do Sul, de Tombwa. Nao é personagem inventada, nem pelo pintor nem pelo poeta. Ele existe mesmo. É um homem que foi guia de cacadores e turistas, conhece o deserto e a regiao do Parque Nacional do Iona sem precisar de uma bússula. Ele é a própria bússula e palmilha o deserto, grandes distáncias, a pé. Um grande e forte kandandu para Mukuroka Piriquito, vivam as gentes do deserto do Namibe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;MUKUROKA PIRIQUITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cansado, talvez de trazer nos pés o vento de pentear os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e o tempo das rotas esquecidas de muitas ondjiras do sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mukuroka Piriquito descansa no lar da fogueira acesa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;no Omauha com o sol de lembrar Tchitundu-Hulu e a espiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;olho no Mukuroka Piriquito ave de voar na asa palmilhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;areias milhas e poeiras ventos e canseiras nas miragens da sede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;do nosso Sul encharcado de amarelo a morrer luminoso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;no afago abraço do sol derretendo welwitschias gazelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e Tômbwa que resiste no abraço velho das casuarinas heroínas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;que se cansaram de lutar contra as areias que andam sob os pés &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;de Mukuroka Piriquito descansando à fogueira do Omauha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;naquele dia que o Mário o viu e depois, talvez, o desenhou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;como se fosse uma gravura perdida de Tchitundu-Hulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sentado à fogueira do Omauha, Mukuroka Piriquito, descansa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;do palmilhar dos dias sol-fadiga de Namibe deixando-se cobrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;de gloriosa poeira ouro que vem, como renda preciosa e ouro sobre azul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;levemente poisar sobre a nudez dos seus nonkakos a mostrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;sabedoria de quem sabe ler o sol e o brilho lúcido das estrelas do sul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;sempre tão belas nas noites do deserto e os nonkakos de Mukuroka Piriquito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;são luandos de cartografar mapas escritos e desenhados no céu sendeiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;sem tempo dos astrolábios presos como toninhas nos olhos vento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;que se bebem nas margens sedentas do Kuroka do março da fartura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/strong&gt; (K.Lynn, 02/10/2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ondjira&lt;/strong&gt; - palavra Tchiherero que significa caminho, ela aqui está com o plural feito á maneira portuguesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omauha&lt;/strong&gt; - significa pedra, no mesmo idioma, mas refere-se a um lodge que existe no Parque Nacional do Iona, Namibe, Angola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tchitundu-Hulu&lt;/strong&gt; - é um local no mesmo Parque (Iona)&amp;nbsp;que possui belas gravuras rupestres, representando animais e astros, como o sol, por exemplo. O seu nome significa "Gruta Sagrada do Céu" e é um lugar&amp;nbsp;de culto para&amp;nbsp;os Kwisses, um outro povo do deserto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nonkakos&lt;/strong&gt; - sandálias que se fazem artesanalmente, se observarem os pés de Mukuroka podem ver os seus nonkakos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luando&lt;/strong&gt; - esteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuroka ou Curoca&lt;/strong&gt; - rio do deserto, que desagua perto de Tombwa. Este rio só tem&amp;nbsp;água na época chuvosa e em especial entre Fevereiro e Abril.&amp;nbsp;O Kuroka é um pequeno Nilo&amp;nbsp;que atravessa a aridez do município de Tombwa.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-7733338341798426212?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/7733338341798426212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=7733338341798426212&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/7733338341798426212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/7733338341798426212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/10/mukuroka-piriquito.html' title='MUKUROKA PIRIQUITO'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SsmanJTt44I/AAAAAAAAB5g/1n3Q4Icoaik/s72-c/MukurokaPiriquito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-8997521896371023108</id><published>2009-10-02T11:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:23:39.886Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berimbau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungu'/><title type='text'>MBULUMBUMBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SsXZwyT_V8I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/84ywPLrylxQ/s1600-h/HUNGU_1024x768_04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SsXZwyT_V8I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/84ywPLrylxQ/s320/HUNGU_1024x768_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: purple;"&gt;Por favor, para visualizar/ouvir&amp;nbsp;o vídeo, desliguem a música do blogue. Obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ExvKoufC8Co&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ExvKoufC8Co&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;O hungu, também conhecido em certas partes de Angola como mbulumbumba, é considerado pelos musicólogos do mundo inteiro como a origem pré-histórica de todos os instrumentos modernos de corda. Os escravos africanos levaram-no para o Novo Mundo, durante o infame tráfico negreiro e no Brasil, por exemplo, ele tomou o nome de berimbau (nome mais comum mas outros nomes foneticamente próximos de hungu existem). Já me disseram que este tipo de instrumento também se encontra presente em Cuba mas nada posso afirmar sobre isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Este interessante e apaixonante instrumento de corda, não é mais do que a transformação do arco (zagaia) do caçador-recolector da pré-história. E como todo o &lt;em&gt;homo sapiens sapiens&lt;/em&gt; saiu de África, o hungu foi levado para fora da mãe-África logo nas primeiras migrações da humanidade, há muitos milhares de anos, para dar origem a harpas, violinos, alaúdes, cítaras, liras, guitarras....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;MBULUMBUMBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As línguas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não têm nome &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;são teu povo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imbamba muxima &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na força da alma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ondjango com boca &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a falar estórias &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de contar de dançar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kissanje dikanza puíta &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voz de amar sangue &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trama terra-vermelha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ondjira de vida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caminho aberto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na seiva do verbo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nzambi a sagrar-te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homem de sangue &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a falar a língua &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nada e mais nada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque as línguas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não têm nome &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;és tu humano &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em tua nudez &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vestida de alma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sagrada expressão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;batendo as palavras &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;azagaia e flecha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na palma nua &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mbulumbumba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imbamba&lt;/strong&gt; – pertences, bagagens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muxima &lt;/strong&gt;– coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ondjango&lt;/strong&gt; – assembleia de homens, entre os Ovimbundu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissaje&lt;/strong&gt; (quissanje) – instrumento musical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dikanza&lt;/strong&gt; – instrumento musical tipo reco-reco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puíta&lt;/strong&gt; – isntrumento musical que no Brasil se chama cuíca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ondjira &lt;/strong&gt;– caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nzambi &lt;/strong&gt;– Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mbulumbumba&lt;/strong&gt; – instrumento musical também conhecido por hungu e que os escravos africanos levaram para o Brasil onde lhe deram o nome onomatopaico de berimbau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-8997521896371023108?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/8997521896371023108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=8997521896371023108&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/8997521896371023108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/8997521896371023108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/10/mbulumbumba.html' title='MBULUMBUMBA'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SsXZwyT_V8I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/84ywPLrylxQ/s72-c/HUNGU_1024x768_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-3549568033483162687</id><published>2009-09-22T17:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:24:30.578Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinah'/><title type='text'>AMARESIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Srj3-3DW9aI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/7CRIrTFg19s/s1600-h/flami.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Srj3-3DW9aI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/7CRIrTFg19s/s320/flami.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para Dinah, Amor, maré, maresia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Magias e morfemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;beijam madrepérolas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;no marulhar da nudez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;dos teus passos nacarados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;– búzio a cantar o mar – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;vestindo rendas chuvas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;organzas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; espumas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e calemas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-3549568033483162687?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/3549568033483162687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=3549568033483162687&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/3549568033483162687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/3549568033483162687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/09/amaresia.html' title='AMARESIA'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Srj3-3DW9aI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/7CRIrTFg19s/s72-c/flami.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-3275279467727154950</id><published>2009-09-19T14:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:41:12.283Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antologias'/><title type='text'>PANGEIA - MINHA QUINTA ANTOLOGIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SrTgcz5i2PI/AAAAAAAAB4s/nMsb447N_sM/s1600-h/Pangeia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SrTgcz5i2PI/AAAAAAAAB4s/nMsb447N_sM/s320/Pangeia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Enquanto não sai o livro a solo vou participando em Antologias. No próximo dia 21 de Novembro está previsto o lançamento de “&lt;strong&gt;Pangeia&lt;/strong&gt;” e novamente em solo brasileiro, na cidade de Curitiba, pela mão da Editora Abrali, onde participo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;com três poemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Os livros da Abrali, podem ser adquiridos online, siga o link, por favor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abrali.com/loja/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;http://www.abrali.com/loja/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Este é&amp;nbsp;parte do texto inicial que acompanha a minha participação em “&lt;strong&gt;Pangeia&lt;/strong&gt;”:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Comecei escrevendo poesia, poderia dizer, a partir de um impulso, mas não, o impulso só foi externo porque no veludo onírico da Alma já haviam vozes a falar e depois que, conscientemente, lhes dei ouvidos essas vozes escondidas têm-se manifestado até hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tenho participado de diversas antologias: Eispoesia (Coimbra, 1999); Resistir Assim – Poesia a Doze (Lisboa, 2000); II Antologia de Poestas Lusófonos (Leiria, 2009) e Poemas Versos Crônicas, laçado na I Bienal Internacional do Livro de Curitiba e com a chancela da Abrali Editora, Curitiba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mas o lugar priveligiado da minha actividade poética é, hoje, este meu blogue que iniciei muito timidamente em Outubro de 2005. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Obrigado a todos os meus leitores, tanto os que fazem o favor de deixar as suas opiniões mas também aos que por aqui passam silenciosamente. Sem os leitores a poesia não acontece completamente. A criação poética é um acto solitário mas sobre a poesia elaborada pelo poeta os leitores, com as suas múltiplas leituras e interpretações, fazem novamente a poesia acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-3275279467727154950?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/3275279467727154950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=3275279467727154950&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/3275279467727154950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/3275279467727154950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/09/pangeia-minha-quinta-antologia.html' title='PANGEIA - MINHA QUINTA ANTOLOGIA'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SrTgcz5i2PI/AAAAAAAAB4s/nMsb447N_sM/s72-c/Pangeia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-2324945229980647934</id><published>2009-09-16T09:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:25:10.880Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imbondeiro'/><title type='text'>MUSAMBWANGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SrCo-1_ZUyI/AAAAAAAAB4U/H0kRSqi9uLE/s1600-h/Imbomdeiro+ok.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SrCo-1_ZUyI/AAAAAAAAB4U/H0kRSqi9uLE/s400/Imbomdeiro+ok.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A loucura dos imbondeiros &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arranhando os céus de catuíti &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;profetizam Ondjira-Hulu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– o caminho do céu no cacimbo – &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde Ombera está esperando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a chuva prometida de Nzoji &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoje perdida na hora e no sopro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do Vento Leste assassinado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Musambwanga – deve ler-se mussambu (oração) + uanga (feitiço).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Catuíti – pequena ave azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ondjira – caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Hulu – céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Cacimbo – a estação seca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ombera – chuva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Nzoji – sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-2324945229980647934?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/2324945229980647934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=2324945229980647934&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/2324945229980647934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/2324945229980647934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/09/musambwanga.html' title='MUSAMBWANGA'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SrCo-1_ZUyI/AAAAAAAAB4U/H0kRSqi9uLE/s72-c/Imbomdeiro+ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-663498122501025527</id><published>2009-09-15T14:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:27:45.080Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>METAMORFOSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Sq-aFxs4l8I/AAAAAAAAB2s/XI7H2xuTOFo/s1600-h/mucuas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Sq-aFxs4l8I/AAAAAAAAB2s/XI7H2xuTOFo/s400/mucuas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Múcuas, fruto do imbondeiro (baobá)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Sq-To_QTknI/AAAAAAAAB2k/bjct0-ZB5zI/s1600-h/imbondeiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Sq-To_QTknI/AAAAAAAAB2k/bjct0-ZB5zI/s320/imbondeiro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, nos braços suplicantes do Imbondeiro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pendurei canções... talvez orações.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...................................................... Amanhã, sei &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu serei propriamente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arvoremente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o Imbondeiro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-663498122501025527?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/663498122501025527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=663498122501025527&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/663498122501025527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/663498122501025527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/09/metamorfose.html' title='METAMORFOSE'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Sq-aFxs4l8I/AAAAAAAAB2s/XI7H2xuTOFo/s72-c/mucuas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-1174756034247642422</id><published>2009-09-12T09:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:28:18.897Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>SÚBITO MOMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Subitamente dos quintais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;terminou o tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SqtbRMhx92I/AAAAAAAAB18/1iNPIljKgg0/s1600-h/meninoLuanda%25252Bneves%25252Be%25252Bsousa.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SqtbRMhx92I/AAAAAAAAB18/1iNPIljKgg0/s320/meninoLuanda%25252Bneves%25252Be%25252Bsousa.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;já secaram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;goiabeiras e mangueiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;– Quem quer correr sobre areias secas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e momentos castrados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;O tempo passa... e o vento lembra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;– Onde meteram o meu quintal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;de todos os sonhos-tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;de todos os meninos-vento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SqtbLfJLwuI/AAAAAAAAB10/T_DHtOURd2E/s1600-h/ngolo%2520%2528raiz%2520da%2520capoeira%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SqtbLfJLwuI/AAAAAAAAB10/T_DHtOURd2E/s320/ngolo%2520%2528raiz%2520da%2520capoeira%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Desenhos de Neves e Sousa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-1174756034247642422?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/1174756034247642422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=1174756034247642422&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/1174756034247642422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/1174756034247642422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/09/subito-momento.html' title='SÚBITO MOMENTO'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SqtbRMhx92I/AAAAAAAAB18/1iNPIljKgg0/s72-c/meninoLuanda%25252Bneves%25252Be%25252Bsousa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-3084260283119334910</id><published>2009-09-12T08:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:28:55.864Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>MEMORIA DE INFANCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SqtJqRB568I/AAAAAAAAB1s/g7DfZEti5uY/s1600-h/sobaMalange.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SqtJqRB568I/AAAAAAAAB1s/g7DfZEti5uY/s400/sobaMalange.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Desenho de Neves e Sousa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Está o soba sob a sombra&lt;br /&gt;que a mulemba traz sobre o chão.&lt;br /&gt;Sob o soba está a esteira&lt;br /&gt;estendida sobre o solo.&lt;br /&gt;Dorme a sesta sob a sombra&lt;br /&gt;o soba que o sol não sente&lt;br /&gt;porque a sabida mulemba&lt;br /&gt;ensombra o sol e sombra o soba.&lt;br /&gt;Está o soba sob a sombra&lt;br /&gt;da mulemba da sanzala&lt;br /&gt;sob o soba está a esteira&lt;br /&gt;estendida sobre o sonho&lt;br /&gt;sob a sombra da mulemba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulemba ou mulembeira&lt;/strong&gt; - arvore de Angola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soba&lt;/strong&gt; - chefe tradicional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-3084260283119334910?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/3084260283119334910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=3084260283119334910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/3084260283119334910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/3084260283119334910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2007/05/memoria-de-infancia.html' title='MEMORIA DE INFANCIA'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SqtJqRB568I/AAAAAAAAB1s/g7DfZEti5uY/s72-c/sobaMalange.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-28087190592995920</id><published>2009-09-08T11:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:29:36.398Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>NGOMAS DO SUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Rjsxd6NG4gI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2U-Heikeupo/s1600-h/angola12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060692996191085058" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Rjsxd6NG4gI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2U-Heikeupo/s400/angola12.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A ngoma tem a pele negra&lt;br /&gt;boi, vaca ou pacassa&lt;br /&gt;troando a noite antiga da tradição&lt;br /&gt;às mãos negras do tocador.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser ngoma, kissange, dicanza...&lt;br /&gt;vibrar como ngoma velha de pele negra&lt;br /&gt;e como os outros, num grito universal,&lt;br /&gt;proclamar aos mistérios da selva, da savana&lt;br /&gt;e do mundo inteiro e imundo&lt;br /&gt;a impossível renúncia que aflora à alma&lt;br /&gt;como albufeira imensa do Kwanza distante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser ngoma, kissange, dicanza...&lt;br /&gt;na Rotandjira&amp;nbsp;do Sul perdida e por achar&lt;br /&gt;nas ondas da calema&lt;br /&gt;e na maré louca para voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Ba-tam-tam-tam; ba-tam-tam-tam&lt;br /&gt;ritmo de ngomas&lt;br /&gt;ngomas do mato&lt;br /&gt;angolana saudade dos batuques do Sul&lt;br /&gt;desse meu Sul: rota antiga imortal&lt;br /&gt;vibrando-vibrando na alma ngoma&lt;br /&gt;despida de sal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiuê! minhas ngomas do sul da saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ba-tam-tam-tam; ba-tam-tam-tam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ngoma&lt;/strong&gt;s - instrumento de percusao, tambor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pacassa&lt;/strong&gt; - genero de boi selvagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissange e dicanza&lt;/strong&gt; - instrumentos musicais angolanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rotondjira&lt;/strong&gt; - mistura da palavra rota + ondjira, palavra mukubal que significa caminho, estrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-28087190592995920?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/28087190592995920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=28087190592995920&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/28087190592995920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/28087190592995920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2007/05/ngomas-do-sul.html' title='NGOMAS DO SUL'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Rjsxd6NG4gI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2U-Heikeupo/s72-c/angola12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-2587995118922535845</id><published>2009-09-07T10:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:39:03.499Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>SECA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;De espinheiras secas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SqTPq7Zh7xI/AAAAAAAAB1c/MZfjxH0VsqM/s1600-h/bois+tonspi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;se constroem sambos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;onde espinhos assobiam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ao vento vomitando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;calemas de morte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;na secura eterna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;da sede das boiadas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;– cazumbis a boiar – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;na insustentável aridez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;do Namibe, deserto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;onde Ombera vive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;e não chora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Namibiano Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sambos&lt;/strong&gt; - local onde se guarda o gado e é cercado por galhos secos de espinheira, como o próprio nome indica, tem espinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ombera &lt;/strong&gt;- chuva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SqTPq7Zh7xI/AAAAAAAAB1c/MZfjxH0VsqM/s1600/bois+tonspi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SqTPq7Zh7xI/AAAAAAAAB1c/MZfjxH0VsqM/s400/bois+tonspi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Foto Tonspi, Angola)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618714-2587995118922535845?l=poesiangolana.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/feeds/2587995118922535845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618714&amp;postID=2587995118922535845&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/2587995118922535845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618714/posts/default/2587995118922535845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiangolana.blogspot.com/2009/09/seca.html' title='SECA'/><author><name>NAMIBIANO FERREIRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211591135852997799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09554063772992802486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/SqTPq7Zh7xI/AAAAAAAAB1c/MZfjxH0VsqM/s72-c/bois+tonspi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17618714.post-1087291304084950167</id><published>2009-09-01T17:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:37:30.615Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mwana Pwó'/><title type='text'>SÓ HÁ UMA ARTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Sp1QxfNxB7I/AAAAAAAAB0c/j87NrKhs5L4/s1600-h/Mwana-Pwo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376542341273290674" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uMcfQ_6NQcE/Sp1QxfNxB7I/AAAAAAAAB0c/j87NrKhs5L4/s400/Mwana-Pwo1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; 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