Entre a cidade e a natureza Algo se cala Num discurso todo feito de silêncio Mas Moizes escuta… Com o olhar num piscar do vento O que fica O que passa O que se congela no tempo. Discurso Silencioso  

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[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text css_animation=”appear”] O Carnaval se aproxima e aqui Moizes clica com olhar acurado, vendo o que por vezes passa batido na  passarela do samba…olha aí… [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_images_carousel onclick=”link_image” custom_links_target=”_self” mode=”horizontal” speed=”5000″ slides_per_view=”1″ images=”8118,8119″ hide_pagination_control=”yes” wrap=”yes”][/vc_column][/vc_row]

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[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text css_animation=”appear”] A  arte de Moizes Vasconcellos. [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_single_image image=”7812″ css_animation=”appear” alignment=”center” style=”vc_box_rounded” border_color=”grey” img_link_large=”yes” img_link_target=”_blank”][/vc_column][/vc_row]

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