tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340922312405743362024-03-05T02:30:31.557-08:00Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso"SOU IMPRESSIONISTA, CUBISTA, FUTURISTA, ABSTRACCIONISTA? DE TUDO UM POUCO."ASChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12658662049181048551noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634092231240574336.post-5674184989624444312011-01-08T10:56:00.000-08:002011-01-08T11:13:22.538-08:00Nos passos de São Julião...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4PIS61gDgIe4rF8tVN3EqTWIf8FfCKDqpAqfX_31sf_3EDL-WyOb77pzGUqjSEXhyFQws1ouiDQ8wiTSI-tMV6tijbSS7ITQmPfnsF5_hLzllEtDuNrSuVfhPAk7VS1QVz7iiZUXYZHR/s1600/Imagem+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4PIS61gDgIe4rF8tVN3EqTWIf8FfCKDqpAqfX_31sf_3EDL-WyOb77pzGUqjSEXhyFQws1ouiDQ8wiTSI-tMV6tijbSS7ITQmPfnsF5_hLzllEtDuNrSuVfhPAk7VS1QVz7iiZUXYZHR/s400/Imagem+3.png" width="322" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span>Le Prince et la Meute</i>, 1912</div></div>ASChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12658662049181048551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634092231240574336.post-43735422472051000042011-01-05T13:13:00.000-08:002011-06-19T14:40:35.063-07:00LA LÉGENDE DE SAINT JULIEN L'HOSPITALIER<style>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">"Le père et la mère de Julien habitaient un château, au milieu des bois, sur la pente d'une colline. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Les quatre tours aux angles avaient des toits pointus recouverts d'écailles de plomb, et la base des murs s'appuyait sur les quartiers de rocs, qui dévalaient abruptement jusqu'au fond des douves. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Les pavés de la cour étaient nets comme le dallage d'une église. De longues gouttières, figurant des dragons la gueule en bas, crachaient l'eau des pluies vers la citerne; et sur le bord des fenêtres, à tous les étages, dans un pot d'argile peinte, un basilic ou un héliotrope s'épanouissait. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Une seconde enceinte, faite de pieux, comprenait d'abord un verger d'arbres à fruits, ensuite un parterre où des combinaisons de fleurs dessinaient des chiffres, puis une treille avec des berceaux pour prendre le frais, et un jeu de mail qui servait au divertissement des pages. De l'autre côté se trouvaient le chenil, les écuries, la boulangerie, le pressoir et les granges. Un pâturage de gazon vert se développait tout autour, enclos lui-même d'une forte haie d'épines. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">On vivait en paix depuis si longtemps que la herse ne s'abaissait plus; les fossés étaient pleins d'herbe; des hirondelles faisaient leur nid dans la fente des créneaux; et l'archer qui tout le long du jour se promenait sur la courtine, dès que le soleil brillait trop fort, rentrait dans l'échauguette, et s'endormait comme un moine. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A l'intérieur, les ferrures partout reluisaient; des tapisseries dans les chambres protégeaient du froid; et les armoires regorgeaient de linge, les tonnes de vin s'empilaient dans les celliers, les coffres de chêne craquaient sous le poids des sacs d'argent. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">On voyait dans la salle d'armes, entre des étendards et des mufles de bêtes fauves, des armes de tous les temps et de toutes les nations, depuis les frondes des Amalécites et les javelots des Garamantes jusqu'aux braquemarts des Sarrasins et aux cottes de mailles des Normands. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">La maîtresse broche de la cuisine pouvait faire tourner un boeuf; la chapelle était somptueuse comme l'oratoire d'un roi. II y avait même, dans un endroit écarté, une étuve à la romaine; mais le bon seigneur s'en privait, estimant que c'est un usage des idolâtres. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Toujours enveloppé d'une pelisse de renard, il se promenait dans sa maison, rendait la justice à ses vassaux, apaisait les querelles de ses voisins. Pendant l'hiver, il regardait les flocons de neige tomber, ou se faisait lire des histoires. Dès les premiers beaux jours, il s'en allait sur sa mule le long des petits chemins, au bord des blés qui verdoyaient, et causait avec les manants, auxquels il donnait des conseils. Après beaucoup d'aventures, il avait pris pour femme une demoiselle de haut lignage. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Elle était très blanche, un peu fière et sérieuse. Les cornes de son hennin frôlaient le linteau des portes; la queue de sa robe de drap traînait de trois pas derrière elle. Son domestique était réglé comme l'intérieur d'un monastère; chaque matin elle distribuait la besogne à ses servantes, surveillait les confitures et les onguents, filait à la quenouilIe ou brodait des nappes d'autel. A force de prier Dieu, il lui vint un fils. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Alors il y eut de grandes réjouissances, et un repas qui dura trois jours et quatre nuits, dans l'illumination des flambeaux, au son des harpes, sur des jonchées de feuillages. On y mangea les plus rares épices, avec des poules grosses comme des moutons; par divertissement, un nain sortit d'un pâté; et, les écuelles ne suffisant plus, car la foule augmentait toujours, on fut obligé de boire dans les oliphants et dans les casques. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">La nouvelle accouchée n'assista pas à ces fêtes. Elle se tenait dans son lit, tranquillement. Un soir, elle se réveilla, et elle aperçut, sous un rayon de la lune qui entrait par la fenêtre, comme une ombre mouvante. C'était un vieillard en froc de bure, avec un chapelet au côté, une besace sur l'épaule, toute l'apparence d'un ermite. Il s'approcha de son chevet et lui dit, sans desserrer les lèvres: </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- Réjouis-toi, ô mère! ton fils sera un saint! </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Elle allait crier; mais, glissant sur les rais de la lune, il s'éleva dans l'air doucement, puis disparut. Les chants du banquet éclatèrent plus fort. Elle entendit les voix des anges; et sa tête retomba sur l'oreiller, que dominait un os de martyr dans un cadre d'escarboucles. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Le lendemain, tous les serviteurs interrogés déclarèrent qu'ils n'avaient pas vu d'ermite. Songe ou réalité, cela devait être une communication du ciel; mais elle eut soin de n'en rien dire, ayant peur qu'on ne l'accusât d'orgueil. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Les convives s'en allèrent au petit jour; et le père de Julien se trouvait en dehors de la poterne, où il venait de reconduire le dernier, quand tout à coup un mendiant se dressa devant lui, dans le brouillard. C'était un Bohême à barbe tressée, avec des anneaux d'argent aux deux bras et les prunelles flamboyantes. Il bégaya d'un air inspiré ces mots sans suite: </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- Ah! ah ! ton fils!... beaucoup de sang!... beaucoup de gloire!... toujours heureux! la famille d'un empereur. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Et, se baissant pour ramasser son aumône, il se perdit dans l'herbe, s'évanouit. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Le bon châtelain regarda de droite et de gauche, appela tant qu'il put. Personne. Le vent sifflait, les brumes du matin s'envolaient. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Il attribua cette vision à la fatigue de sa tête pour avoir trop peu dormi.<br />
"Si j'en parle, on se moquera de moi," se dit-il.<br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Cependant les splendeurs destinées à son fils l'éblouissaient, bien que la promesse n'en fût pas claire et qu'il doutât même de l'avoir entendue. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Les époux se cachèrent leur secret.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Mais tous deux chérissaient l'enfant d'un pareil amour; et, le respectant comme marqué de Dieu, ils eurent pour sa personne des égards infinis. Sa couchette était rembourrée du plus fin duvet; une lampe en forme de colombe brûlait dessus, continuellement; trois nourrices le berçaient; et, bien serré dans ses langes, la mine rose et les yeux bleus, avec son manteau de brocart et son béguin chargé de perles, il ressemblait à un petit Jésus. Les dents lui poussèrent sans qu'il pleurât une seule fois." </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">La Légende de Saint Julien L'Hospitalier. ClicNet: Littérature francophone virtuelle. |em linha| Disponível em: </span></span><a href="http://clicnet.swarthmore.edu/litterature/classique/flaubert/julien.1.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">http://clicnet.swarthmore.edu/litterature/classique/flaubert/julien.1.html</span></span></a>ASChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12658662049181048551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634092231240574336.post-88204426272422894492011-01-05T07:49:00.000-08:002011-01-05T12:47:55.373-08:00| Mirror and irradiant image |<div style="background-color: #990000; color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Yesterday I spoke about the mirror, which gives me</span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> today the idea of speaking about the image. </span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> yet, my concern is not with the reflected, </span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> but with the irradiant image, </span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> an image I might compare to the sun's disc, </span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> which gives us light and warmth. </span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> The mirror image </span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> is apparent and exterior; </span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> it has never helped me </span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> to decipher a </span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> single trait of that </span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> which I call my </span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> concealed soul. </span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> While the irradiant </span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> image is one that, </span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> like the sun, seeps</span></span></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> into us to reveal that </span></span></div><div style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #990000;"> concealed soul.</span> </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso, undated text, ASC-BA Collection (translated by José Gabriel Flores and Richard Trewinnard) </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">in</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Helena de Freitas (coord.), </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso, Catálogo Raisonné: Pintura</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, Lisboa: Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian e Assírio & Alvim, 2008, p. 435.</span></div>ASChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12658662049181048551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634092231240574336.post-48425093090299528162011-01-02T13:32:00.000-08:002011-04-23T12:02:28.472-07:00São Julião no São Luiz - De 6 a 23 de Janeiro<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.teatrosaoluiz.pt/catalogo/detalhes_produto.php?id=213">"A Paixão de São Julião"</a></span></b></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKf-fZjJ55pHgw40JK28L02Wdi0iychbdcZ-NwFXfrnxeH8FdIcZO3I4btwb_d2OXw-WOaKW50_iJuvzXtdRUMQtbAoVxLih_aF1hkCZnhqF0DDT9roY0ABsBpmArCOcgDceDXBCLR4FzM/s1600/amadeowh9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKf-fZjJ55pHgw40JK28L02Wdi0iychbdcZ-NwFXfrnxeH8FdIcZO3I4btwb_d2OXw-WOaKW50_iJuvzXtdRUMQtbAoVxLih_aF1hkCZnhqF0DDT9roY0ABsBpmArCOcgDceDXBCLR4FzM/s320/amadeowh9.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>ASChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12658662049181048551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634092231240574336.post-89503398287640414242011-01-02T13:26:00.000-08:002011-04-23T12:03:37.998-07:00Flaubert ilustrado<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<blockquote style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"É preciso assinalar o notável trabalho de copista-calígrafo de Amadeo e tirar as devidas consequências. A sua familiaridade com o texto é demonstrada pela total ausência de hesitação na restituição das palavras e das frases, sem erros de acentuação ou pontuação, pela exactidão da sequência: não há uma palavra ou frase reduzida ou aumentada de tamanho para que o final de uma folha se prossiga para o início da outra, não há qualquer solução de continuidade ad hoc. Estes argumentos não esgotam, no entanto, o teor completo que Amadeo tem do conto de Flaubert. É que ele não segue sempre a regra de iniciar cada página com um parágrafo - o que teria sido possível, dado que a mancha do texto caligrafado não é homogénea -, escolhendo muitas vezes o segundo ou o terceiro, o penúltimo ou o último período de um parágrafo, e interrompendo mesmo no meio de um período, depois de um ponto e vírgula. </span></span></blockquote><blockquote style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(...) as passagens escolhidas são sempre decisivas, marcantes, a nossa leitura recebe uma orientação luminosa, fica dotada com chaves preciosas para a sua interpretação, concedendo-nos, simultaneamente, meios para vincular essas escolhas às decisões formais da ilustração. Trata-se de um verdadeiro gesto hermenêutico, não será de mais salientá-lo e voltar a salientá-lo. Por outro lado, é frequente surpreender um contraste entre a ilustração e o impacto das palavras de Flaubert, obrigando-nos a excedê-las, no confronto com outras obras de Amadeo do mesmo ano e posteriores. Tomam aqui dianteira os XX Dessins, nos quais está está impresso o clima do imaginário medieval, paisagem e actividades, no qual Amadeo se espelhou e isto completamente fora dos cânones românticos (o que também aconteceu nos primeiros anos poéticos de Rilke): a exaltação do cavaleiro, do caçador e do guerreiro, a magia da floresta, dos animais e o poder do falcão. Na Légende, porém, a magia das mulheres (tão presente nos XX Dessins) foi completamente absorvida pelo falcão."</span></span></blockquote><div style="background-color: white; color: black; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Maria Filomena Molder </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">in</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> Gustave Flaubert e Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso, </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">A Lenda de São Julião Hospitaleiro</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">, (edição fac-similada), Lisboa: Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian e Assírio & Alvim, 2006, pp. 17-18. </span></span></div></div>ASChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12658662049181048551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634092231240574336.post-24000265014298821902010-12-25T14:35:00.000-08:002011-01-05T14:11:06.073-08:00Amadeo no CAMJAP<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">200 obras (quadros e esboços inéditos) em linha: </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="text-transform: uppercase;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">Em Portugal existe uma única opinião sobre Arte e abrange uma tão colossal maioria que receio que ela impere por esmagamento. Essa opinião é a do Ex.mo sr. dr. José de Figueiredo (gago do governo).</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><span lang="EN-US" style="text-transform: uppercase;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">Não é porque este sr. tenha opinião nem que este sr. seja da igualha do resto de Portugal mas o resto de Portugal e este senhor em materia de opinião são da mesma igualha. Um dia um senhor grisalho disse-me em meia-hora os seus conhecimentos sobre Arte. Quando acabou a meia-hora descobri que os conhecimentos do senhor grisalho sobre Arte eram os mesmos que o Ex.mo senhor Dr. José de Figueiredo usava para me pedir um tostão. Pensa o leitor que faço a anedota? Antes fosse. Mas a verdade é que eu estou muito triste com esta fúria de incompetencia com que Portugal participa na Guerra Europeia. E que horror, caros compatriotas, deduzir experimentalmente que de todas as nossas Conquistas e Descobertas apenas tenha sobrevivido a Imbecilidade. E daqui a indiferença espartilhada da família portuguesa a convalescer à beira-mar. Algumas das raras energias mal comportadas que ainda assomam à tona d'água pertencem alucinadamente a seculos que já não existem</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #073763;"> </span>e quando Um Português, genialmente do século XX, desce da Europa, condoído da pátria entrevada, para lhe dar o Parto da sua Inteligência, a indiferença espartilhada da família portuguesa ainda não deslaça as mãos de cima da barriga. Pois, senhores, a Exposição de Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso na Liga Naval de Lisboa é o documento conciso da Raça Portuguesa no Seculo XX.</span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><span lang="EN-US" style="text-transform: uppercase;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #0b5394;">Rectifico: — O Ex.mo Sr. Dr. José de Figueiredo veio substituir no original um Ex.mo Sr. que tem por habito pedir-me tostões.</span></span></div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><span lang="EN-US" style="text-transform: uppercase;">A Raça Portuguesa não precisa de reabilitar-se, como pretendem pensar os tradicionalistas desprevenidos; precisa é de nascer pró século em que vive a Terra. A Descoberta do Caminho Marítimo prá Índia já não nos pertence porque não participamos deste feito fisicamente e mais do que a Portugal este feito pertence ao século XV.</span></div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><span lang="EN-US" style="text-transform: uppercase;">Nós, os futuristas, não sabemos Historia só conhecemos da Vida que passa por Nós. Eles têm a Cultura, Nós temos a Experiência — e não trocamos!</span></div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><span lang="EN-US" style="text-transform: uppercase;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Mais do que isto ainda Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso pertence à Guarda Avançada nA MAIOR DAS LUTAS que é o Pensamento Universal.</span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><span lang="EN-US" style="text-transform: uppercase;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso é a primeira Descoberta de Portugal na Europa no seculo XX. O limite da Descoberta é infinito porque o sentido da Descoberta muda de substância e cresce em interesse—por isso que a Descoberta do Caminho Marítimo prá Índia é menos importante que a Exposição de Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso na Liga Naval de Lisboa.</span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><span lang="EN-US" style="text-transform: uppercase;">Felizmente pra ti, leitor, que eu não sou critico, razão porque te não chateio com elucidações da Arte de que estás tão longinquamente desprevenido; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">mas amanhã, quando já souberes que o valor de Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso é o que eu te digo aqui, terás remorsos de o não teres sabido ontem. Portanto, começa já hoje, vai à Exposição na Liga Naval de Lisboa, tapa os ouvidos, deixa correr os olhos e diz lá que a Vida não é assim?</span></span></span></div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><span lang="EN-US" style="text-transform: uppercase;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Não esperes, porém, que os quadros venham ter contigo, não!</span></span> Eles têm um prego atrás a prendê-los. Tu é que irás ter com eles. Isto leva 30 dias, 2 meses, 1 ano mas, se tem prazo, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">vale a pena seres persistente porque depois saberás também onde está a Felicidade.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #0b5394; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Lisboa 12 de Dez. de 1916.</div>ASChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12658662049181048551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634092231240574336.post-56579189270743263902010-12-25T12:33:00.000-08:002011-01-05T13:55:06.583-08:00| Espelho e imagem irradiante |<div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
<div><span style="font-size: large;"> <b>Ontem falei no espelho, o que me sugere</b></span></div></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> hoje a ideia de falar na imagem.</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> Mas não é a imagem reflectida que</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> eu quero acentuar, é a imagem</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> irradiante, aquela que poderei</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> comparar ao disco do sol que ilumina e aquece.</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> A imagem do espelho</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> é aparente, exterior nunca</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> por ela pude decifrar um</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> só traço daquilo</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> a que eu chamo a minha</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> alma oculta.</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> Ao passo que a imagem</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> irradiante é a que como</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> o sol se infunde</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> para nos iluminar a tal</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> alma oculta.</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso, texto n. dat. ASC-BA </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>in</i> Helena de Freitas (coord.), <i>Catálogo Raisonné: Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso - Pintura</i>, Lisboa: Assírio e Alvim, 2008, p. 37.</span> </span></div>ASChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12658662049181048551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634092231240574336.post-25489235393164075762010-12-25T12:23:00.000-08:002010-12-25T15:34:57.219-08:00Entrada<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvmtUcx9pjFjARqaDOvSbGzQzfYYYLu6cLrARMg_zBF4dfH7Zs8FnrPE5kMB3TN8zs4_9Gw1oLVBHsROMZTqLIpjfEgPU86ylD1QViujGOIzOU5m-VvW8V3OL_x4fgz40ElZRlEFmGH77/s1600/entrada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvmtUcx9pjFjARqaDOvSbGzQzfYYYLu6cLrARMg_zBF4dfH7Zs8FnrPE5kMB3TN8zs4_9Gw1oLVBHsROMZTqLIpjfEgPU86ylD1QViujGOIzOU5m-VvW8V3OL_x4fgz40ElZRlEFmGH77/s400/entrada.jpg" width="322" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvmtUcx9pjFjARqaDOvSbGzQzfYYYLu6cLrARMg_zBF4dfH7Zs8FnrPE5kMB3TN8zs4_9Gw1oLVBHsROMZTqLIpjfEgPU86ylD1QViujGOIzOU5m-VvW8V3OL_x4fgz40ElZRlEFmGH77/s1600/entrada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Título desconhecido (</span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Entrada</span></span></b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">)</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, c. 1917</span></span></span></div>ASChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12658662049181048551noreply@blogger.com0