tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40248420641881032532024-02-19T08:22:24.232-03:00Poesia; ponto e vírgula;- espaço de rasuras -Leocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024842064188103253.post-53610419159961917322016-08-13T01:02:00.001-03:002016-08-13T01:02:18.822-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>E disse o fodástico escritor potiguar Guilherme Henrique Cavalcante:</b><br />
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depois da leitura dos "Versos temporais", de Leocy Saraiva é um
chamado. Os versos nos convidam à (re)leitura. Bate aquela vontade de trazer o
poema junto, de conviver com ele, de aprender com e ser apreendido por. Os
poemas açoitam dentro da gente, se demoram pelos cantos do quarto,
despedaçam-se nas calçadas, rolam dentro dos ônibus. Estes "Versos temporais"
assombram pela força!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><i>É preciso apontar que a autora
compõe o seu estilo enquanto destila referências: Pessoa, Leminski, Caetano,
Poe, mas seus versos têm identidade – o que falta nos nossos tempos de larga produção
poética. São palavras de quem olha, paradoxalmente, de cima e de dentro.
Não do remoto, mas do longe-perto. Percebe-se neles a urgência da fome e a
cadência do ódio, a névoa da distância e o abismo do porvir. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><i>Os versos de Leocy Saraiva fogem dos
lugares comuns, da fácil comoção. Fazem caminho inverso, ocultam-se sob véus
que, despudoradamente, nos convidam a descobrir e buscar deles a nudez frontal.
Seus versos nos atingem como um desacato. Disparam: "Enveneno em mim as
criações / de uma vida ingrata" e continuam, em outro poema, "não
tenho tempo / me atraso para o depois, / cancelo o que é agora" ou
sussurram "um menino segue / habitando o tempo. / E me guia:". Seus
versos nos confundem – o que é próprio mesmo da poesia: (des)consolar, ir
"do ventre ao caos" ou traduzir-se em um "ciclo de insignificâncias".
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><i>Leocy Saraiva, poeta que trava as
tempestades entre os dentes, entrega às nossas Letras versos que cortam e
afagam, "Versos temporais" que vêm em hora tão propícia: quando há o
inesperado, sem trombetas e anjo da anunciação. Vêm de um lugar que não sei bem
se é altar ou latrina e nos convidam ao melhor passeio: rumo ao desconhecido e
desabitado humano. Entre!</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Do Zine Maçã Mordida no Peito - maio/2016</div>
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Poema do Zine Maçã Mordida no Peito - maio-2016Leocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024842064188103253.post-84864457146174027672016-06-27T22:59:00.000-03:002016-06-27T22:59:04.918-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Poema integrante do Zine nº 1 do DiRocha Coletivo PoéticoLeocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024842064188103253.post-82545561271802240792016-06-27T22:52:00.002-03:002016-06-27T22:52:11.512-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Poema do livro <i>Versos Temporais</i>- Editora CJA, 2016 e do Zine <i>Maçã Mordida no Peito</i>Leocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024842064188103253.post-63787244277458180572013-08-01T11:43:00.001-03:002013-08-01T11:58:33.089-03:00QUERER<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;">
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Quero inventar a calma para as tempestades</div>
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quando eu me derramar </div>
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no mar caudaloso do amor infinito.</div>
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Escorre dos olhos<br />
o que me turva e neblina<br />
como uma sinfonia de espantos<br />
do que em mim desafina<br />
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Mas não há nenhuma novidade<br />
meu canto emudeceu.<br />
Cada canto de mim conta a minha história.<br />
O fim do mundo sou eu.</div>Leocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024842064188103253.post-42022071872580696072010-03-02T23:37:00.004-03:002013-08-01T11:46:04.035-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78KVfWVC9uBmri5x3pWDmJXria4P7VuRB_2pivx7AbKnImLOwdRud5-HD2qYympfxNKDpRgcsDQVl3I1ILXSfP1sFRVCZRVGCyUeBupxPhGhamj-MhflVFZJefk8cLXEETnr4twNzhE8/s1600-h/fragmentos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444231478320268306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78KVfWVC9uBmri5x3pWDmJXria4P7VuRB_2pivx7AbKnImLOwdRud5-HD2qYympfxNKDpRgcsDQVl3I1ILXSfP1sFRVCZRVGCyUeBupxPhGhamj-MhflVFZJefk8cLXEETnr4twNzhE8/s200/fragmentos.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
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A noite assombra e a sombra espalha<br />
espelho, cacos, caos e navalha.<br />
Na luz que engole e vomita o breu<br />
galáxias jorram seu leite fora.<br />
<br />
No coito dos astros,<br />
cadente é a estrela do dia<br />
que pra nascer implora<br />
e um filamento de alvorada,<br />
só por decreto da natureza,<br />
tem a certeza de ser aurora.<br />
<br />
Sobre as cabeças, o céu escasso,<br />
conspiram os astros, em seu afã.<br />
Um pouco acima do chão, desabo.<br />
Talvez eu nem nasça amanhã!</div>
Leocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024842064188103253.post-29569462168546899632010-02-24T11:12:00.004-03:002010-10-21T11:36:08.319-03:00Plenitude<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmuOV9qB1xgv36nhWpiMURBTR-fusmBMX_jDHL0g2LJXRneQtnkIlNsF61T5MDSnFRhyphenhyphenl3n9JKmhzI_glH3rNNsh_c5ma_bRuVA-8k-TFAeR_iAZAXdeJaQfgxWj8lGlyVxXOHnCvAxQ/s1600/palavras14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmuOV9qB1xgv36nhWpiMURBTR-fusmBMX_jDHL0g2LJXRneQtnkIlNsF61T5MDSnFRhyphenhyphenl3n9JKmhzI_glH3rNNsh_c5ma_bRuVA-8k-TFAeR_iAZAXdeJaQfgxWj8lGlyVxXOHnCvAxQ/s200/palavras14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530507318223791554" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Se na ida ou na vida<br />algo não se completa,<br />remeto-me à plenitude<br />do que em mim se poeta.</div>Leocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024842064188103253.post-42018756938276733172010-02-18T22:33:00.005-03:002012-06-29T01:29:03.893-03:00Palavras Cruzadas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKB6JdJIjSMVbWESbOy9HI8oxCoPKakkIILAuM4FVSBUryCVAEmNOUB-CJEgysfOEB5sGOaNBoYlK-NglamXZVcuQOfseM0SaKeU9lpDv1J5AaQl83dSeAKi1k693MMcQ_aGK9fG87O04/s1600-h/encruzilhada1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439766782749222914" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKB6JdJIjSMVbWESbOy9HI8oxCoPKakkIILAuM4FVSBUryCVAEmNOUB-CJEgysfOEB5sGOaNBoYlK-NglamXZVcuQOfseM0SaKeU9lpDv1J5AaQl83dSeAKi1k693MMcQ_aGK9fG87O04/s200/encruzilhada1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 191px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
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Não quero o verso perfeito<br />
ou a sorte de um amor tranquilo<br />
quero um destino audaz.<br />
Não penso na folha seca,<br />
nas tempestades da vida,<br />
no vento ou na flor que cai.<br />
Só vejo a cor das palavras,<br />
as pedras do meu caminho,<br />
encruzilhadas na estrada<br />
de onde eu não saio mais.<br />
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<br /></div>Leocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024842064188103253.post-7086709342410676882010-02-03T02:35:00.008-03:002012-06-29T01:28:13.938-03:00Fantasia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO0ZQDgWxyDZjV8bGCOkCL-e1tm9a2s-7l9QD0VoBYRGGm18VzcVKtycL9lyDKnKEinAMFKdpv4u98D_Ta30qOa4lDmbh645HJH1RsTNdVBLLNk0Dj_tHJ1Mu98AOnHgCPu3YZgHWebXE/s1600/flordesbot.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530500977734387762" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO0ZQDgWxyDZjV8bGCOkCL-e1tm9a2s-7l9QD0VoBYRGGm18VzcVKtycL9lyDKnKEinAMFKdpv4u98D_Ta30qOa4lDmbh645HJH1RsTNdVBLLNk0Dj_tHJ1Mu98AOnHgCPu3YZgHWebXE/s200/flordesbot.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
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Recolho com a concha das mãos<br />
com a alma, com o coração</div>
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um pouco de fantasia<br />
tentando romper fronteiras<br />
e dar à minha realidade a alforria.<br />
<br />
Fraquejo, cometo enganos<br />
porque, ao traçar os meus planos,<br />
perco sempre a medida<br />
entre a dor da minha chegada<br />
e a alegria da partida.</div>Leocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024842064188103253.post-67630733141561082822010-02-03T01:42:00.003-03:002013-08-01T11:48:06.504-03:00Hábeas Corpus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg-4OiSxTfl-2UqgjvM6i4e747XgxJRQButKjQQq2H0XHtijV7Wi30K0bli7xlACjLk4RNFYm5OzsxmgLrLaBCoDxA564KeQMNEA-kRKW_0QCoPNSCp5iZ9uf6_pWZv9tSFH2FOrsfclg/s1600-h/adormecer.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433874707188055170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg-4OiSxTfl-2UqgjvM6i4e747XgxJRQButKjQQq2H0XHtijV7Wi30K0bli7xlACjLk4RNFYm5OzsxmgLrLaBCoDxA564KeQMNEA-kRKW_0QCoPNSCp5iZ9uf6_pWZv9tSFH2FOrsfclg/s200/adormecer.bmp" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 178px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
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Possuída, indefesa,<br />
na primazia do desejo<br />
traduzida na leitura<br />
dos meus grandes lábios,<br />
Hábeas Corpus, deleito-me<br />
me dou, libertina<br />
me moldo, escultura<br />
para ser devorada<br />
por tuas retinas<br />
numa bandeja prateada.</div>
Leocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024842064188103253.post-41636453263069402002010-01-28T23:04:00.005-03:002010-10-21T10:24:38.118-03:00Manhãs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEQqY_E4Wi0mxF7jxyid5zPjpjfBU8ktW3kRlrcOqadewwYO3qbv1EIktUiqiTNQzVVh-UMPU7R3yqGR7gnD8sAmP-D9T5_nO-9WtMSSXXq_5s0PNjtkxlqzPfVPXvB_V3VkpP7h6qEbY/s1600-h/alvorecer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEQqY_E4Wi0mxF7jxyid5zPjpjfBU8ktW3kRlrcOqadewwYO3qbv1EIktUiqiTNQzVVh-UMPU7R3yqGR7gnD8sAmP-D9T5_nO-9WtMSSXXq_5s0PNjtkxlqzPfVPXvB_V3VkpP7h6qEbY/s200/alvorecer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431979416354918178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ultrapasso os meus calmos passos<br />brincando com o sol.<br />Despetalo a rubra flor do arrebol.<br />espantando a neblina de cada manhã que raia.<br />Descortino sombras, sossego e regaço,<br />quando, todo dia,<br />em avessos lençóis de cambraia,<br />eu nasço.<br /></div>Leocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024842064188103253.post-23020275970861220612010-01-16T00:09:00.007-03:002013-08-01T11:49:05.148-03:00Autotrofia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqlHhIJMBjgXZQhoxGzw1JP243d20gY2yQ2zqhJKIYlACY4YHlc5iIP8WHWxbn3mI60WRhP0Sf_H9CsN-0SO-OF_z1kmhGj0QIfknyVcgqUXzGjwJqg6OdOKNwWT7qiWfYg3CcOlRAarM/s1600-h/eclipse-lunar-432e4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427171701596758178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqlHhIJMBjgXZQhoxGzw1JP243d20gY2yQ2zqhJKIYlACY4YHlc5iIP8WHWxbn3mI60WRhP0Sf_H9CsN-0SO-OF_z1kmhGj0QIfknyVcgqUXzGjwJqg6OdOKNwWT7qiWfYg3CcOlRAarM/s200/eclipse-lunar-432e4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
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Quando, ao apagar da luz,<br />
visto-me de madrugada,<br />
quando, sombria e só,<br />
minha alma medonha vaga<br />
entre os meus becos soturnos,<br />
ou por distantes plagas<br />
como migalhas de luz,<br />
fagulhas no fim da estrada.<br />
Como migalhas de não,<br />
como o que sobra de mim<br />
quando não resta mais nada.<br />
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</div>
Leocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024842064188103253.post-48953597594707853812009-09-18T22:39:00.009-03:002012-06-25T16:09:31.127-03:00Ampulheta<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTTDTiEjyGiOTtxQPh19JzvoRtrVJ7WzLiAkTlCU64hyv7TW1zYtpt7HrlclxDL8f_k9whrG9YXaICRB5jLzo3ZcCqBw7pAvIX5QCuHas1uCnHBLVjRS7gV8mmlIC_Pj_9nOWLXuZjgW0/s1600-h/ampulheta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382988073314327458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTTDTiEjyGiOTtxQPh19JzvoRtrVJ7WzLiAkTlCU64hyv7TW1zYtpt7HrlclxDL8f_k9whrG9YXaICRB5jLzo3ZcCqBw7pAvIX5QCuHas1uCnHBLVjRS7gV8mmlIC_Pj_9nOWLXuZjgW0/s200/ampulheta.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 146px;" /></a><br />
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De grão em grão<br />
O tempo passa<br />
caro, trágico, de graça.<br />
<br />
Silencioso, amigo ou covarde<br />
o tempo passa, é lei<br />
E quando vejo é tarde.<br />
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Passei...</div>
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Amanheço o que sou ao me orvalhar de sol</div>
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e liberto-me nos raios luzentes que suo.</div>
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Transbordo dos olhos uma cor qualquer</div>
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com o despertar faceiro da minha flor reclusa.</div>
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Em alvorada, meu ser, a descerrar neblina,<br />
ao quebrar o tempo que me faz confusa<br />
tem o traquinar da menina que se faz mulher<br />
orgulhando os seios que me enchem a blusa. </div>Leocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024842064188103253.post-6582103501618271402009-07-30T00:29:00.003-03:002013-08-01T11:50:34.111-03:00Facetas intencionais<div align="center">
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O que em mim invento, inverto</div>
Quando em mim embarco, proa<br />
O que me é concreto, voa<br />
O que me eleva, pedra<br />
O que me declina, medra<br />
No que permaneço, estrada<br />
O que me afoga, nada.</div>
Leocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024842064188103253.post-47320435717350988542009-07-18T14:34:00.003-03:002010-10-21T10:49:25.934-03:00Incompletude<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsO5D_Mz_B5wov40jVnIL16MC0-dxs4Hn9UzMoEG8yIv_9BQh-FUpx58TNyJWJA9zZkC0znlBrte0M2tDVImvqV1njMVoGH9AEqb3rUxcrpZ9DXicm8RktTzFS8lVKxoIlum7aHS49ZI/s1600-h/infinito.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsO5D_Mz_B5wov40jVnIL16MC0-dxs4Hn9UzMoEG8yIv_9BQh-FUpx58TNyJWJA9zZkC0znlBrte0M2tDVImvqV1njMVoGH9AEqb3rUxcrpZ9DXicm8RktTzFS8lVKxoIlum7aHS49ZI/s200/infinito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359855712378886450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mesmo sem saber a causa certa<br />desejo sempre ser alfa, embora saiba ser beta.<br /><br />Desejo sempre ser o alvo,<br />embora saiba ser a seta.<br /><br />desejo sempre ser algo mais,<br />embora não esteja certa.<br /><br />Desejo sempre ter palco<br />para a timidez que me resta.<br /></div>Leocy Saraivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483787334422927224noreply@blogger.com0