tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75044981719597770422011-04-21T20:33:12.977-07:00afiando as facasNeno Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728868860208089694noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504498171959777042.post-49790590793817747302009-02-26T09:33:00.000-08:002009-02-26T09:49:42.822-08:00<a href="http://afiandoasfacas.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:180%;">http://afiandoasfacas.blogspot.com/</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://afiandoasfacas.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:180%;">http://afiandoasfacas.blogspot.com/</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://afiandoasfacas.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:180%;">http://afiandoasfacas.blogspot.com/</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504498171959777042-4979059079381774730?l=nenomiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neno Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728868860208089694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504498171959777042.post-40446106393476774622009-02-20T06:56:00.000-08:002009-02-20T07:00:50.023-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;">carnaval é um saco</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">talvez eu mude de idéia um dia</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">talvez....</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">mas enquanto isso </span><span style="font-size:180%;">Eunice Arruda,</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">em minha trégua</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">afiarei as facas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504498171959777042-4044610639347677462?l=nenomiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neno Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728868860208089694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504498171959777042.post-23192371622894217992009-02-14T23:23:00.000-08:002009-02-14T23:26:31.126-08:00<a href="http://cache01.stormap.sapo.pt/fotostore02/fotos//64/2d/6c/35653_0003dqk0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 443px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cache01.stormap.sapo.pt/fotostore02/fotos//64/2d/6c/35653_0003dqk0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Para Platão, a dialética é sinônimo de filosofia, o método mais eficaz de aproximação entre as idéias particulares e as idéias universais ou puras. É a técnica de perguntar, responder e refutar que ele teria aprendido com Sócrates (470 a.C.-399 a.C.). Platão considera que apenas através do diálogo o filósofo deve procurar atingir o verdadeiro conhecimento, partindo do mundo sensível e chegando ao mundo das idéias. Pela decomposição e investigação racional de um conceito, chega-se a uma síntese, que também deve ser examinada, num processo infinito que busca a verdade. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504498171959777042-2319237162289421799?l=nenomiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neno Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728868860208089694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504498171959777042.post-6963988406593432642009-02-11T19:00:00.000-08:002009-02-11T19:01:41.040-08:00<a href="http://www.marcelomoutinho.com.br/blog/vianinha3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.marcelomoutinho.com.br/blog/vianinha3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Rasga Coração !!!!!!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504498171959777042-696398840659343264?l=nenomiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neno Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728868860208089694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504498171959777042.post-46803295322807383142009-02-11T07:12:00.000-08:002009-02-11T07:23:20.624-08:00<a href="http://pantec.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dinheiro-em-arvore.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 416px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pantec.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dinheiro-em-arvore.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Ghilherme Fontes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">cadê ???</span></div><div align="center">não você....</div><div align="center">os 36 milhões !!!!<br />cadê ????<br />e aliás, cadê o filme ?</div><div align="center">só a frase de Antônio Callado para definir isso :</div><div align="center">" o Brasil é um país sem caráter "</div><div align="center">fim de linha. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504498171959777042-4680329532280738314?l=nenomiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neno Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728868860208089694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504498171959777042.post-57006484755235413332009-02-05T17:52:00.000-08:002009-02-05T18:06:26.161-08:00<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1101/549557442_8682376406_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 458px; height: 300px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1101/549557442_8682376406_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />meus olhos já não ficam vermelhos<br />como os teus costumavam ficar<br /><br />Santa Maria,<br />as flores já não vão no cabelo<br />são flores euclidianas<br /><br />talvez um dia eu perdoe<br />a loucura de sempre não estar<br /><br />vou levando a flor do araçá.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504498171959777042-5700648475523541333?l=nenomiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neno Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728868860208089694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504498171959777042.post-1065357420518125782009-02-04T13:55:00.000-08:002009-02-04T14:06:27.351-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cHZY2hjHgBo/SYoRXCi-3jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AHTQmciWuX8/s1600-h/munch_o_grito1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cHZY2hjHgBo/SYoRXCi-3jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AHTQmciWuX8/s400/munch_o_grito1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299066999073070642" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />é urgente a nossa fome de novos artistas<br />é urgente sutileza e a boa educação<br />é urgente o canto político<br />é urgente sonhar....<br />e simplesmente saber que o canto só existe <br />porque o céu de nossa boca é cheio de estrelas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504498171959777042-106535742051812578?l=nenomiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neno Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728868860208089694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504498171959777042.post-60195650006492006492009-01-22T17:55:00.000-08:002009-01-22T18:01:16.766-08:00começo a escrever algo de valor neste blog com o seguinte texto :<br /><br />"me pediram para deixar de lado toda a tristeza<br /> para só trazer alegrias e não falar de pobreza<br /> e mais : <br /> prometeram que se eu cantasse feliz<br /> agradava com certeza,<br /> eu, que não posso enganar<br /> misturo tudo que vi,<br /> canto sem competidor<br /> partindo da natureza do lugar de onde nasci<br /> faço versos com clareza<br /> a rima o belo e tristeza<br /> não separo dor de amor<br /> deixo claro que a firmeza do meu canto<br /> vem da certeza que tenho<br /> que o poder e a injustiça que cresce sobre a pobreza<br /> e faz dos fracos riqueza<br /> foi que me fez cantador "<br /><br />Geraldo Vandré<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504498171959777042-6019565000649200649?l=nenomiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neno Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728868860208089694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504498171959777042.post-89212784253474125352008-12-21T20:15:00.001-08:002008-12-28T22:53:48.419-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHZY2hjHgBo/SU8bRyYBb0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/mx_jeZf2PRw/s1600-h/margaridas.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHZY2hjHgBo/SU8bRyYBb0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/mx_jeZf2PRw/s400/margaridas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282470880323137346" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504498171959777042-8921278425347412535?l=nenomiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neno Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728868860208089694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504498171959777042.post-66067748187595753582008-11-17T18:42:00.000-08:002008-12-28T22:52:11.244-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHZY2hjHgBo/SSIr-s111kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tnD_TXbW6NY/s1600-h/(pollock)-the-key%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHZY2hjHgBo/SSIr-s111kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tnD_TXbW6NY/s320/(pollock)-the-key%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269822870165771842" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504498171959777042-6606774818759575358?l=nenomiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neno Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728868860208089694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7504498171959777042.post-45818744100403449272008-10-31T17:20:00.000-07:002009-02-05T18:07:51.303-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHZY2hjHgBo/SR2iHcnPorI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6_0e_umxuLg/s1600-h/DSCF0007.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHZY2hjHgBo/SR2iHcnPorI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6_0e_umxuLg/s320/DSCF0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268545387916927666" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />o primeiro artista do qual ouvi a expressão "Tropicaos"<br />foi Kaloan M., um grande amigo <br />à ele eu dedico esta primeira postagem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7504498171959777042-4581874410040344927?l=nenomiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neno Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728868860208089694noreply@blogger.com1