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made a stop, one stop for the train to carry coffee, Before, difficult roads, only ox carts transited, taking days and days. After, a house here, another there. (PORTINARI, 2018, p.19) Portinari's Poetry is intertwined with his Painting ...

blessed or what, in the land, the fire did, and the ceiling; And what joined the plow to the patient and friendly ox; And what found the hoe; which is, from the abject floor, Did, to the kisses of the sun, the ...

Veruska, tell us a little about yourself… My name is Veruska Bahiense, born in Niterói, RJ. work as an illustrator, Design floral, and photographer. I studied Interior Decoration Technician and I just graduated in Bachelor of Arts at UFF. the illustration ...

Fall asleep with the music of life. Be enchanted. Forget it. Dispersion is a pleasure. Don't want to be you. Want to be the infinite soul of everything. Exchange your short human dream for the immortal dream. The only. wins the ...

Yi Zhu, tell us a little about yourself… I am a Chinese oil painting painter. I was born on 1958 in Beijing, China, and I started to get interested in painting in high school and participated in the extracurricular activities of the ...

Jaqueline, tell us a little about yourself… Born in Niterói, in 27.10.1964, art teacher with a degree in fine arts from the Faculty of Fine Arts of São Paulo, I love to enjoy a good rock. When your desire to be an artist awakened ...

Geometric masses In music scores Plastic and silence From the created space. seahorse and shell. The sea gave you a corolla The sky magnetized you But the light restored the balance Shell and sea horse. (MATHEW, 2009, seahorse and shell) On One ...

Tell us a little about yourself… My name is Adolpho Job, born in Riachão do Jacuípe/BA and resident in Feira de Santana, looking to give a ...

I am the earth, I am the life. From my clay came first the man. From me came the woman and came the love. Came the tree and came to source. The fruit comes and the flower comes. I am ...

Seeing so much go by I just don't watch the time. In the crooked corridor The street is less dense. How much more does pass In every way Time gets distracted Or goes out, slept. After I don't know how long Delay me in your ...