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o ponto de vista,\u003cbr /\u003eCom a devida cautela,\u003cbr /\u003eSe destaca e se nivela\u003cbr /\u003eAo melhor duma doutrina.\u003cbr /\u003eA CULTURA NORDESTINA\u003cbr /\u003eÉ rica, abundante e bela.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eTem POETAS e cantores,\u003cbr /\u003eArtesãos e cordelistas,\u003cbr /\u003eVioleiros e coquistas,\u003cbr /\u003eLiteratas, escultores,\u003cbr /\u003eCineastas e pintores,\u003cbr /\u003eCriadores de novela,…..\u003cbr /\u003eCada um pensa e modela\u003cbr /\u003eSua OBRA cristalina.\u003cbr /\u003eA CULTURA NORDESTINA\u003cbr /\u003eÉ rica, abundante e bela.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eTem repente, apartação,\u003cbr /\u003eGlosa, cordel, boi-bumbá,\u003cbr /\u003eCarnaval, iemanjá,\u003cbr /\u003eCiranda, adivinhação,\u003cbr /\u003eMaracatu e São João,\u003cbr /\u003eA dança da Cinderela,\u003cbr /\u003eO forró flor de canela,\u003cbr /\u003eAo som da concertina,……\u003cbr /\u003eA CULTURA NORDESTINA\u003cbr /\u003eÉ rica, abundante e 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href\u003d\"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6AQC0Yocv4/Suri4NN_ocI/AAAAAAAAN0c/NxHyzjV8lQY/s1600-h/cachaca.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;\" src\u003d\"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6AQC0Yocv4/Suri4NN_ocI/AAAAAAAAN0c/NxHyzjV8lQY/s400/cachaca.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398376558605869506\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003eMinha vida era um porre\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003e Quando eu era cachaceiro\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e(\u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.interpoetica.com/allan_sales_gm.htm\"\u003eAllan Sales\u003c/a\u003e)\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eAgradeço ao Dedé\u003cbr /\u003ePela sua interferência\u003cbr /\u003eDemonstrando competência\u003cbr /\u003eNo poema sua fé\u003cbr /\u003eO seu verso que dá pé\u003cbr /\u003eMeu poeta verdadeiro\u003cbr /\u003eSeu poema mensageiro\u003cbr /\u003eNesta hora me socorre\u003cbr /\u003eMinha vida era um porre\u003cbr /\u003eQuando eu era cachaceiro\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eCom conhaque de alcatrão\u003cbr /\u003eSerra Grande e pitulina\u003cbr /\u003eTomar rum foi minha sina\u003cbr /\u003eE purinha com limão\u003cbr /\u003eEra chope de montão\u003cbr /\u003eMeu ofício de caneiro\u003cbr /\u003eBagunçando num puteiro\u003cbr /\u003eMuita gente assim que morre\u003cbr /\u003eMinha vida era um porre\u003cbr /\u003eQuando eu era cachaceiro\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eEra mesmo uma desgraça\u003cbr /\u003eMeu viver sem ter limites\u003cbr /\u003eAceitando tais convites\u003cbr /\u003ePra beber muita cachaça\u003cbr /\u003eEra um craque na manguaça\u003cbr /\u003eNisso fui bom tarefeiro\u003cbr /\u003eMe lasquei ó companheiro\u003cbr /\u003eMeu viver sem isso corre\u003cbr /\u003eMinha vida era um porre\u003cbr /\u003eQuando eu era cachaceiro\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eVi amigo se lascar\u003cbr /\u003eEnterrei assim uns seis\u003cbr /\u003eMas saí foi duma vez\u003cbr /\u003eE não quis mais me matar\u003cbr /\u003eDesisti de biritar\u003cbr /\u003eE mudei foi por inteiro\u003cbr /\u003eSaravá Dedé Monteiro\u003cbr /\u003eCuja verve aqui escorre\u003cbr /\u003eMinha vida era um porre\u003cbr /\u003eQuando eu era cachaceiro.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eGlosas e mote agradecendo ao poema do Poeta Dedé Monteiro.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.luizberto.com/\"\u003eJornal da Besta Fubana\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702652932751415412-1788786021879361585?l\u003dculturanordestina.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' 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