2006 - Centenarian of the poet Mário Quintana THE STREET OF THE WEATHER VANES I write ahead of the open window. My penxs is color of the vanes: Green... and that soft, pretty filigranas draw the sun in the desert page! I dont know that crazy painter of landscapes Mixture the tones... makes right... bungles... Always in search of new discovery, It goes coloring the quotidianas hours... Games of the light dancing in the foliage! Of that I went to write until I forget... So that to think? Also I am of the landscape... Vacant, soluble in air, I am dreaming... And I changed myself... I bristle myself... I tremble... In the light fingers that go me painting! *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* I want to divide with the friends of the AW, the joy to have conquered with this work, in the 12/09/06, the first prize in the Hall of Arts of the SIDERGS in homage to the centenarian of birth of the poet Mário Quintana.