tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201727742011-04-22T01:22:39.415-03:00Blog do Artista plástico TCHELLO7 ::: Blog of the fine artist TCHELLO7 ::: www.ideex.com.br/tchello7.htmTchello7noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172774.post-1143813099947892772006-03-31T10:46:00.000-03:002006-03-31T12:01:15.753-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/2016/1600/rainha%20soberba-pq.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/2016/400/rainha%20soberba-pq.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><h2>Desce</h2> <h2><span style="font-size:78%;">Composição: Arnaldo Antunes</span> </h2> <p>desce do trono, rainha<br />desce do seu pedestal<br />de que te vale a riqueza sozinha,<br />enquanto é carnaval?<br /><br />desce do sono, princesa<br />deixa o seu cetro rolar<br />de que adianta haver tanta beleza<br />se não se pode tocar?<br /><br />hoje você vai ser minha<br />desce do cartão postal<br />não é o altar que te faz mais divina<br />deus também desce do céu<br /><br />desce das suas alturas<br />desce da nuvem, meu bem<br />porque não deixa de tanta frescura<br />e vem para a rua também? </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172774-114381309994789277?l=tchello7.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tchello7noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172774.post-1136812789169802302006-01-09T11:16:00.000-02:002006-01-09T11:19:49.180-02:00<span style="font-family:arial;">For every page in a published novel, I wrote ten that ended up in the trash</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">::: </span><a href="http://email.terra.com.br/cgi-bin/vlink.exe?Id=D8he9V2bWbYndQzBP81clf1YK5T%2BzQkH1f9NGf9VgU4nxDwMvdQzvw%3D%3D&Link=http%3A//www.artquotes.net/motivational%2Dquotes/novelists/dan%2Dbrown.htm" target="_blank"><span style="font-family:arial;">Dan Brown - Novelist</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The progression of a painter's work as it travels in time from point to point, will be toward clarity.. toward the elimination of all obstacles between the painter and the idea.. and theidea and the observer.. To achieve this clarity is inevitably to be understood</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">:::</span><a href="http://email.terra.com.br/cgi-bin/vlink.exe?Id=D8he9V2bWbYndQzBP81clf1YK5T%2BzQkH1f9NGf9VgU4nxDwMvdQzvw%3D%3D&amp;Link=http%3A//www.artquotes.net/masters/rothko%2Dmark/rothko%2Dquotes.htm" target="_blank"><span style="font-family:arial;">Mark Rothko</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172774-113681278916980230?l=tchello7.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tchello7noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172774.post-1136564154755183922006-01-06T14:15:00.000-02:002006-01-06T14:16:17.390-02:00There's no retirement for an artist, it's your way of living<br />so there's no end to it.<br /><span class="stdBold"> <a href="http://www.artquotes.net/masters/moore/henry-moore-quotes.htm">Henry Moore</a> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172774-113656415475518392?l=tchello7.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tchello7noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172774.post-1135805384068672942005-12-28T19:19:00.000-02:002006-01-07T11:37:15.830-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/2016/1600/cartao%20de%20ano%20novo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/2016/320/cartao%20de%20ano%20novo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Quem teve a idéia de cortar o tempo em fatias, a que se deu o nome de ano, foi um indivíduo genial, industrializou a esperança, fazendo-a funcionar no limite da exaustão. Doze meses dão pra qualquer ser humano se cansar e entregar os pontos. Aí entra o milagre da renovação. Tudo começa outra vez.Com outro número e outra vontade de acreditar que daqui por diante vai ser diferente.<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172774-113580538406867294?l=tchello7.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tchello7noreply@blogger.com1