tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65274460608156114112012-02-16T06:03:32.875-02:00Luciano Coca e Marco Rio BrancoLucianoStudiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04573332311816567422noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527446060815611411.post-32772611153358693272009-01-28T18:11:00.001-02:002009-02-06T14:40:07.235-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SYC8BYY0fBI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XJtC9ceZLbg/s1600-h/Lanbique+01+copy+blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296439893700148242" style="WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SYC8BYY0fBI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XJtC9ceZLbg/s400/Lanbique+01+copy+blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>São José dos Campos/SP.</div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto: L. Coca.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Texto: Marco Rio Branco.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></strong></div><div>Al é quem faz ponte</div><div>para as terras do outro mundo</div><div>lambique parece nome sagrado</div><div>da didade do outro mundo</div><div>ainda e então</div><div>parece mesmo</div><div>terras desse mesmo mundo</div><div>Daqui</div><div>Dalém</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527446060815611411-3277261115335869327?l=lucianococa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LucianoStudiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04573332311816567422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527446060815611411.post-73776920962216609292009-01-09T10:52:00.003-02:002009-01-28T18:14:00.374-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SWdIzg5MpYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/zFa4ywjeqJw/s1600-h/Banhado+Chuva.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289276337210303874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SWdIzg5MpYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/zFa4ywjeqJw/s400/Banhado+Chuva.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>São José dos Campos/SP.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Foto: L. Coca.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Letra e Música: Marco Rio Branco.</strong></span></div><div>.</div><div>um entardecer</div><div>dois anoitecer</div><div>três amanhecer</div><div>quarto dia ser</div><div>quinto dia leve</div><div>sexto dia ferve</div><div>sétimo alvorecer</div><div>.</div><div>não me pergunte</div><div>não me pergunte</div><div>não me pergunte</div><div>quem criou</div><div>a chuva e o vento</div><div>o vento e o tempo</div><div>o tempo e a chuva</div><div>foi o criador</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527446060815611411-7377692096221660929?l=lucianococa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LucianoStudiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04573332311816567422noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527446060815611411.post-53871090946660964202008-11-25T18:38:00.004-02:002009-01-09T10:50:40.695-02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SSxi2eCzH4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ywS9MHNtaQM/s1600-h/Pipas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272697951661268866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SSxi2eCzH4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ywS9MHNtaQM/s400/Pipas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Redenção da Serra/SP.</div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Foto: L. Coca.</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Texto: Marco Rio Branco</span><br /></strong>.<br />Um azul de doer os olhos do caboclo</div><div>na calada do dia</div><div>quem dera</div><div>a iluminação do raio no papagaio</div><div>na algazarra dos meninos</div><div>dos animais</div><div>dos fios das almas</div><div>.</div><div>assombros ao longe</div><div>no sertão do luar</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527446060815611411-5387109094666096420?l=lucianococa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LucianoStudiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04573332311816567422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527446060815611411.post-32120070765356001062008-11-03T23:49:00.003-02:002008-11-14T14:12:11.711-02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SQ-qWg0TmmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZYBKc9MPD9I/s1600-h/Foto+06+Homem+Melancia+Blog+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264613793162566242" style="WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SQ-qWg0TmmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZYBKc9MPD9I/s400/Foto+06+Homem+Melancia+Blog+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>S. J. dos Campos/SP.<br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto: L. Coca</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Texto: Marco Rio Branco</span></strong></div><div>.</div><div>Mesmo no transe</div><div>o Brasil não perde o seu valor</div><div>mesmo no trânsito</div><div>o Brasil não perde o seu sabor</div><div>olha só o equilíbrio</div><div>da brasa</div><div>do Brasil</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527446060815611411-3212007076535600106?l=lucianococa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LucianoStudiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04573332311816567422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527446060815611411.post-76601231000795150722008-10-19T19:27:00.003-02:002008-10-24T22:16:30.329-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SPumdWQLWgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ao1kcO64_E0/s1600-h/Foto+05+Casal+Bicecletas+Blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258980013005036034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SPumdWQLWgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ao1kcO64_E0/s400/Foto+05+Casal+Bicecletas+Blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>S. J. dos Campos/SP.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Foto: L. Coca</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Texto: Marco Rio Branco<br /></span></strong>.<br />Cupido é um cara</div><div>invocado mesmo</div><div>olha só a cara</div><div>olha só o coração</div><div>e depois</div><div>pergunte para as</div><div>bicicletas de plantão</div><div>quem é a seta</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527446060815611411-7660123100079515072?l=lucianococa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LucianoStudiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04573332311816567422noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527446060815611411.post-63377186775587690632008-10-12T16:05:00.004-03:002008-10-24T22:14:03.461-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SPJKxw6WChI/AAAAAAAAALs/2DDMi_yk-gc/s1600-h/Visoes+05A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256345933898451474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SPJKxw6WChI/AAAAAAAAALs/2DDMi_yk-gc/s400/Visoes+05A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Taubaté/SP. </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Foto: L. Coca</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Texto: Marco Rio Branco<br /></span></strong>.<br />Antes do sol</div><div>não existia nada</div><div>antes do só</div><div>existia o tudo e o nada</div><div>o agora e o agora sim</div><div>praia</div><div>palmeira</div><div>miragem</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527446060815611411-6337718677558769063?l=lucianococa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LucianoStudiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04573332311816567422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527446060815611411.post-88156756337409250142008-09-28T16:49:00.010-03:002009-01-28T18:15:53.862-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SN_gEOAIdKI/AAAAAAAAALg/b5I5cDIVk1M/s1600-h/Visoes+04A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251162053620036770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SN_gEOAIdKI/AAAAAAAAALg/b5I5cDIVk1M/s400/Visoes+04A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Taubaté/SP.</div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Foto: L. Coca</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Letra e Música: Marco Rio Branco.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></strong></div><div>Quem que guenta um coração ?</div><div>Quem que guenta um coração ?</div><div>só um outro coração</div><div>tá escrito na traseira</div><div>pára-choque de caminhão</div><div>.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>todos os olhos do mundo</div><div>se olham num segundo</div><div>todos os caminhos do mundo</div><div>caminham num segundo</div><div>olha só pro coração</div><div>olha só pr'esse balão</div><div>tá subindo...</div><div>tá subindo...</div><div>estrela de São João</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>.</div><div>Viva São João!</div><div>Viva São João!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527446060815611411-8815675633740925014?l=lucianococa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LucianoStudiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04573332311816567422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527446060815611411.post-247875591625922652008-09-24T14:03:00.002-03:002008-10-15T09:55:34.768-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SNpzMXK5DkI/AAAAAAAAALY/IEGCxCUlV8g/s1600-h/Visoes+03A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249634971869056578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SNpzMXK5DkI/AAAAAAAAALY/IEGCxCUlV8g/s400/Visoes+03A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>S. J. dos Campos/SP.<br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto: L. Coca</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Texto: Marco Rio Branco</span></strong><br />.</div><div>"...em Agosto"<br />É a chuva estilhaçando o guarda-chuva</div><div>e o rebento desesperador da velha senhora</div><div>a não mais poder</div><div>"...em Setembro"</div><div>da onda que se quebra</div><div>na parede do azulado mar branco</div><div>e que brota</div><div>do silêncio do golpe de ar</div><div>de um não nada silencioso guarda-chuva</div><div>à rebentação dessa mesma onda</div><div>num silêncio por si só</div><div>da transeunte sã senhora</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527446060815611411-24787559162592265?l=lucianococa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LucianoStudiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04573332311816567422noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527446060815611411.post-4166960869254727052008-09-14T23:50:00.003-03:002008-10-15T09:58:15.426-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SM3N-hdJNaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rqbs5BWnzj4/s1600-h/Visoes+002+Cabelo+dagua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246075614972687778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SM3N-hdJNaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rqbs5BWnzj4/s400/Visoes+002+Cabelo+dagua.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ubatuba/SP - 2000.</div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto: L. Coca</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Texto: Marco Rio Branco</span></strong><br />.<br />O mundo realmente é</div><div>dos fundos do mundo</div><div>quero essa água</div><div>assim mesmo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527446060815611411-416696086925472705?l=lucianococa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LucianoStudiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04573332311816567422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527446060815611411.post-42439872844542374422008-05-30T23:03:00.009-03:002008-10-15T10:01:54.932-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SECyIn1H9II/AAAAAAAAAFU/V4B7WhYyOcM/s1600-h/Orkut+e+Blog+-+Trabalhos+Gota+VP.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206357030440793218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPw9mx649ig/SECyIn1H9II/AAAAAAAAAFU/V4B7WhYyOcM/s400/Orkut+e+Blog+-+Trabalhos+Gota+VP.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Jacareí/SP - 2002.</div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto: L. Coca</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Texto: Marco Rio Branco</span></strong><br />.<br />Olhos</div><div>olhos d'água</div><div>olhos rasos d'água</div><div>que nem meteoros despencando</div><div>para lá dos céus da Patagônia</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527446060815611411-4243987284454237442?l=lucianococa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LucianoStudiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04573332311816567422noreply@blogger.com8