tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65253044342358344982024-03-05T07:53:07.769-03:00cidade dos reismidchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.comBlogger447125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-53092263089594334352009-11-30T23:37:00.002-03:002009-11-30T23:46:47.780-03:00bang, bang<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dntaJEqH9IM&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dntaJEqH9IM&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gRO8Eui3Hc8&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gRO8Eui3Hc8&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-35365233299049650062009-11-22T08:39:00.000-03:002009-11-22T08:40:35.341-03:00Sempre aos domingos<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; font-size: small; ">Qual o pente para desembaraçar sonhos?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8e7e03a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-10050899219766933732009-11-15T10:56:00.002-03:002009-11-15T10:59:15.489-03:00Nunca aos domingos<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, serif;font-size:small;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Abro-me espaços em torno ao mar.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Na dúvida entre navegar.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 6pt; line-height: 150%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">E naufragar.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 6pt; line-height: 150%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 6pt; line-height: 150%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 6pt; line-height: 150%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=3a6bc7d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-34650592308689298322009-11-13T16:10:00.001-03:002009-11-13T16:12:12.590-03:00Redemption song<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div><br /></div>Tão leve.<br /><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Que nem me senti o peso sobre o próprio lençol.</span></span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d9c85f6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span></span></span></div>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-11947390301014475282009-11-03T11:15:00.000-03:002009-11-03T11:16:16.756-03:00Strangers than paradise<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gotjBxCNhuo&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gotjBxCNhuo&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-84409135052124692192009-11-03T11:07:00.000-03:002009-11-03T11:08:07.414-03:00Paraíso<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yx__Cu9Oz1I&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yx__Cu9Oz1I&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-39972045223382249352009-10-30T08:31:00.001-03:002009-10-30T08:34:11.015-03:00good morning, Babylon, good morning, spaghetti western with kung fu and jamaican dubs<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaWOTEkExIk&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaWOTEkExIk&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-77674998749242601902009-10-28T08:23:00.003-03:002009-10-28T08:32:01.360-03:00Para viver um grande amor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5XvhAs1a7wgyhyphenhyphenjV5v-VLpfxlRCBC7Ho5kwqVSsffetqotxwNsiobSGvOS6zgBT74geNp29qlAesMYaKLjXAyxf6o9G0sFFfY3RZnxSa4dxjUytnE5kYTHyXcHclUwq-3K2x014an/s1600-h/070d5efe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5XvhAs1a7wgyhyphenhyphenjV5v-VLpfxlRCBC7Ho5kwqVSsffetqotxwNsiobSGvOS6zgBT74geNp29qlAesMYaKLjXAyxf6o9G0sFFfY3RZnxSa4dxjUytnE5kYTHyXcHclUwq-3K2x014an/s400/070d5efe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397612008360697858" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[Paola Zampa, amor sacro-amor profano, digital photo on aluminium, 56x84, 2006]</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><b>Para viver um grande amor</b> é necessário antes de tudo estar apaixonado. A premissa parece redundante, inútil, banal, até mesmo pueril, e por conseguinte desnecessária, de tão lógica que é. Mas é imprescindível. Não se vive um grande amor sem paixão. Pode-se viver um médio, pequeno, micro-amor. O que – quem sabe (e provavelmente é, mesmo) – é até mais desejável, enquanto racional e tranqüilo. A placidez, nos grandes amores, só existe em breves momentos. Naqueles onde (e quando e como e por que), cansados de uma entrega integral e íntegra, os corpos se abandonam num abraço frouxo mas firme, os olhos se deixam navegar à deriva nos olhos do outro e vice-versa, jogo de espelhos sem começo, meio ou fim.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><b>P</b><b>ara viver um grande amor</b> deve-se ignorar solenemente o tempo. Deve-se recusar o passado e imaginar que o futuro não existe além daquele momento presente. Deve-se acreditar piamente que será eterno (mesmo com o chato do Vinicius de Moraes martelando na cabeça a terrível conclusão – “enquanto dure”). Sim, porque todo Grande Amor é Eterno. E durável. E duradouro. E infinito (mudança de versos: “que seja eterno, enquanto infinito”). Deve-se confiar – cegamente, como um fiel rejeita a ciência e abraça a fervura quente do milagre – que é possível parar o tempo, os ponteiros e todos os relógios do mundo. Que o mundo, a propósito, não existe além do refúgio criado pelos amantes, para viver seu Grande Amor.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><b>Para viver um grande amor</b> faz-se necessário a mudança para uma ilha deserta. Sem pegadas na areia além das suas. E nem é tão importante que esses passos se repitam na areia lado a lado – eles podem caminhar às vezes mais à frente, às vezes mais atrás, outras trilhando a mesma vereda, que nada mais é senão seus próprios passos. (“Olha! Aqui se confundem. Não se sabe mais qual a marca de quem. Se sobrepuseram. Tornaram-se um.”)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Mas, <b>p</b><b>ara viver um grande amor</b>, mesmo numa ilha deserta, é importante saber que não existem ilhas desertas. Então, é imprescindível manter a força dos músculos para outras atividades que não apenas o ato mágico e único do amor. É imperioso dedicar-se à construção de fortes, de paliçadas, de fossos de proteção, de trincheiras, de casamatas. É necessário vestir couraças, armaduras, peitorais, coletes. Até para desvesti-los depois. Ainda que a nudez nos torne frágeis. Vulneráveis, somente um para o outro.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><b>Para viver um grande amor</b> é preciso reconhecer que só esse mesmo grande amor pode decretar seu fim. E, ainda assim, eterno, enquanto infinito.<br /></span></span><br /></div><div><br /></div>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-24835393287010490582009-10-23T07:13:00.003-03:002009-10-23T08:02:54.822-03:00Tempo | manhã de sexta-feira<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCrdMwvRgLsmgg6Z1xUTNGzhkepYQuzSfMhN9xa-OE4FcIeSeTYQglkantlmT1gcpU2HbTZnQhyphenhyphenC6dM_q4nSo0RoXNz_JHPfeKpC4aeM9uRxH-bYek3gBTNgW6bclmk7HJgiogHq1/s1600-h/Leonard+Cohen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCrdMwvRgLsmgg6Z1xUTNGzhkepYQuzSfMhN9xa-OE4FcIeSeTYQglkantlmT1gcpU2HbTZnQhyphenhyphenC6dM_q4nSo0RoXNz_JHPfeKpC4aeM9uRxH-bYek3gBTNgW6bclmk7HJgiogHq1/s320/Leonard+Cohen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395746641285460562" /></a><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 6pt; line-height: 150%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 6pt; line-height: 150%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">[Leonard Cohen, fotografado por não sei quem]</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 6pt; line-height: 150%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 6pt; line-height: 150%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sol entre nuvens. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mas as nuvens brilham.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sol por trás das nuvens.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As nuvens se movem.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Deslizam.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Da esquerda para a direita.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nuvens grandes. Como seios. Ao deslizarem sobre si mesmas, se arrastam, sem arrastar os coqueiros miúdos e o canto do pássaro.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">– Na garganta.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Até os prédios tornam-se minúsculos diante de nuvens tão grandes assim.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Até as palavras somem diante de um silêncio que devora todo o inútil, todo o supérfluo, todo o excesso.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Só o amor merece exceder – gota d’água, tsunami.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As nuvens se espalham sobre a Cidade. Anel, abraço. Não vai chover. É tempo de verão. A manhã amadurece antes do tempo. Sem cair.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=aa23a2c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"> </p> <!--EndFragment--> <br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=98a13dc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-62595252530015095422009-10-19T09:54:00.000-03:002009-10-19T09:55:39.227-03:00Tempo | manhã de segunda-feira<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; font-size: small; ">Sol entre nuvens. E daí?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Já não me movo através das notas do boletim meteorológico. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Apenas uma saudade recorrente, que se alimenta em si mesma.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Em beijos, abraços, corpos.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As ruas da cidade existem para que nelas ande.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tudo muito buliçoso sob o sol.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Café, cigarros, uma cidade construída à beira-mar.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-76287090664254511482009-10-19T09:51:00.003-03:002009-10-19T09:56:34.454-03:00Tempo | manhã de domingo<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">O sol brilha, o mar refresca, a areia da praia é quente mas próxima ao mar é molhada.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[2a versão: </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sol reluz, ondas refrescam, areia da praia quente, mas próxima ao mar, molhada. Ao seu lado, melhor.]</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-88525274149499867432009-10-16T08:41:00.003-03:002009-10-16T08:43:57.841-03:00Tempo | manhã de sexta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOKfxiIeTFhN_g80ilyy0Cx11PPUd4SUiO7oyK4p4-SoOsmwU5xbj3xnrd1TPpG-9elIzJe3Z-XEOt3SJls_RO8oyYi2r2OqqOKGodo-5-w-9kli7wcY2g7-9IU8PBubDMkc7ocpel/s1600-h/lovebirds.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOKfxiIeTFhN_g80ilyy0Cx11PPUd4SUiO7oyK4p4-SoOsmwU5xbj3xnrd1TPpG-9elIzJe3Z-XEOt3SJls_RO8oyYi2r2OqqOKGodo-5-w-9kli7wcY2g7-9IU8PBubDMkc7ocpel/s200/lovebirds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393161756874998882" /></a><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Fazer o quê, se o dia acordou luminoso, sol resplandecente, céu sem nuvens, brisa marinha despertando o leito ainda perfumado?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Brilho, clarão, fulgor – a felicidade é um prato que se come, frio ou quente, com a ponta dos dedos. E se beija com a língua. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Os passarinhos cantam.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f49999f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Sun is shiningThe weather is sweet yeahMakes you wanna move your dancing feetTo the rescueHere I amI want you to know y'allHere I standAs the morning gathers a rainbowI want you to know y'allThat I'm a rainbow with you'Cause I'm a heroLike Robert de NiroI know an Ital Rasta manGot to keep I heightsProtection until timeThe sun is shiningFor you and there's nothing else to doWar is explosiveYou got to demonstrateDon't fight'Cause the sun is shiningFor youThere's nothing else to doAs the morning gathers a rainbowI want you to know nowThat I'm a rainbow with youWoh yeah test the eyeTes' the eye...Fear no evilChannel like a lionChannel like a lionSome say – yeahMoney in my...One on oneMoney in my pocketBut I just can't get your loveSome say – yeahAnd the sun is shiningDon't fightAnd you got soulAnd you're chopping it up aeroFor you...There's nothing else to doSun is shiningThe weather is sweetMakes you wanna moveYour dancing feetTo the rescueHere I amI want you to know y'allHere I standAs the morning gathers a rainbowI want you to knowThat I'm a rainbow with youAs the morning gathers a rainbowI'm rougher than roughRougher than rough'Cause I'm a rainbow with youTougher than toughTougher than toughChannel like a lion – yeahThis is some fashion – yeahChannel like a lion</span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-67578636264224370552009-10-14T23:07:00.009-03:002009-10-23T07:13:10.028-03:00Volta ao mundo em 9 músicas<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><b><br /></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Grande";mso-bidi-Lucida Grande"; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:11.0pt;"><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6ba15ba" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hoje</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> eu vou me embriagar. Só um pouquinho. Um vinho de quinta na nevera. Um cálice – cálice... se diz copo, verdade? Eu, que detesto reticências, coloquei uma aí, três pontinhos – pois, um copo de vinho, nada de cristal tinitante. Algumas carteiras de Camel. Basta uma, mas nunca se sabe a sede dos pulmões. E Leonard Cohen no computador, que infelizmente não tenho nenhum LP de LC, e tampouco CD player. Ando tão desprovido de música, que é um pecado. Ainda que eu não acredite em pecados. Nenhum. Dia desses me falaram de uma historinha hilária: o rapaz foi na casa da moça. Ia dar uma carona, trabalho qualquer da universidade. Ela perguntou se ele queria subir, beber uma água, enfim, não tinham pressa. Nem ela tinha nenhuma intenção debaixo das pernas, acreditem. Nem todas as mulheres têm intenções primeiras ou segundas baixo ventre. Pois. Ele, ansioso, recusou água, café, o que mais foi oferecido. Pediu um prato. Aliás, perguntou assim: Tem um prato? Ela, claro, tinha um prato, tinha inclusive apenas lavado a louça. Foi lá na cozinha, sacou um do escorredor, branquinho, ainda úmido. Entregou pro rapaz, que parecia cada vez mais louco. Ele tirou um saquinho do bolso. Balançou. Abriu. Começou a despejar o conteúdo no prato – era um prato de sobremesa, não falei? Pois era. De sobremesa. Ou não era? Não importa. Ele começou a despejar o conteúdo do saco e parou assustado: Cê tá louca? Isso aqui tá ainda molhado. Sabe quanto dinheiro você ia me fazer perder? E cheirou suas carreiras e foi a única vez na vida que a moça viu alguém cheirar cocaína. Que tem a ver a história? Nada. Estou me embriagando, avisei. Nenhum pó na house. Nem nas prateleiras que a moça da limpeza semanal passou ontem. Ou foi antontem. Enfim. O vinhozinho é bem ruim. Um gostinho meio delicado, ao mesmo tempo ácido. Olha, não tenho a menor idéia de sabores frutados, odor de carvalho, não sei nem balançar o copo, como em circunavegação, como quem descobrisse o caminho das índias ao fazer o gesto e levar a taça – isso: nem cálice nem copo, o certo é taça – às narinas. Mas vinho tem que ser forte. Seco. E nada de tom rubi, a não ser que seja um rubi quase negro. Em quantas taças estou? A terceira, me parece. Três cigarros ao menos. E Leonard Cohen na vitrola digital. </span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Grande";mso-bidi-Lucida Grande"; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:11.0pt;"><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=c8f37af" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">O</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> chato de morar em apartamento é que você não pode botar o som nas alturas. Quer dizer, pode né? especialmente se você mora no décimo-terceiro andar, o que é bem alto. Mas. Mas já tô a fins de, depois de tomar Manhattan, tomar Berlim. E ouvir um The Clash básico. Straight to hell, boys. Daí que, buscando no goear descubro essa versão, razoável, Moby e tal</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Grande";mso-bidi-Lucida Grande"; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:11.0pt;"><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=18484d7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mas</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> prefiro essa, original.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Grande";mso-bidi-Lucida Grande"; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:11.0pt;"><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=c7d24ed" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tem</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> uma faixa que tem a participação de Allen Ginsberg. Procurem. Não vou postar aqui. Ginsberg, de Uivo. E outros poemas. Ginsberg esteve no Marrocos? Não lembro. Burroughs, sim. William. Eu, um dia, ou noite, na City Lights de Firenze: E esse disco de burous na vitrine? O vendedor, chato. Ah! Uilame Barous. Ok. Não levei, no money, no way out. Falar de quê agora? De Sandinista, claro. Disco triplo do Clash, que exigiram fosse vendido pelo preço de um. Desconfio que no Brasil sudaca sacanearam com os caras e venderam um tanto a mais. O Clash era bem político. O que, claro, nesta cidade de reis e rainhas do maracatu tem outra conotação. Ancora un bicchieri per favore. O vinho começa a melhorar. Lalcahol. Vamos de Serge. Conhecem essa?</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Grande";mso-bidi-Lucida Grande"; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:11.0pt;"><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2895f47" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tava</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> procurando o disco que ele gravou na Jamaica. Com copa & cozinha, drum & bass, Sly & Shakespear. Ou seja, Sly Dunbar, drums, Robbie Shakespear, sem E, bass. Mauvaises nouvelles des étoiles. Wow. Que título. Encontrei o disco (CD, duplo) numa lojinha furreca lá na Princesa Isabel. Coisa de seis anos atrás. O que é muita sorte. Nisso sou sortudo. Encontrei, também, o LP L’homme a tête de chou, o homem com a cabeça de repolho, o que não é pouca coisa. Onde? no sebo de Jácio, em Morro Branco. Edição original, francesa. Mick Harvey, do Bad Seeds, foi quem melhor debulhou o homem que adorava Gitanes. Tem dois discos, Intoxicated man e Pink elephants, em covers de responsa de Gainsbourg. Nada no goear siginificativo, passo adiante. Sabe lá deus – que não fuma havanas – porquê, encaro uma PJ Harvey. Podia, ia, postar aqui Oh my lover. Não. Vou de The dancer, versão acústica. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Grande";mso-bidi-Lucida Grande"; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:11.0pt;"><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=772bd78" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mas</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> o melhor do vinho, sabem? é servir em pé. Porque você assiste o líquido escuro fazer um caos na taça, borbulhar aqui e ali, revolucionar o espaço bojudo num maremoto rosso que não dura muito, mas é uma tempestade fascinante. Experimentem servir o vinho sem excessivo cuidado. Nada de tocar a boca da garrafa na borda da taça – deixem que o vinho escorra pelo gargalho, como num tobogã psicodélico e jorre, literalmente, entre a parede circular de cristal, mesmo que o cristal seja barato e tal. E não deixem nunca que uma moça leve taças ao seu apartamento – um dia ela some, e as taças ficam lá, e permanecem tristes e caladas e começam a se encher de poeira e você não as usa e um dia elas se quebram e você há de descobrir uma explicação trágica para essa perda e perdas, moços, melhor que não sejam explicadas. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Grande";mso-bidi-Lucida Grande"; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:11.0pt;"><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=5761f62" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Robert</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Plant, Jimmy Page, John Paul Jones, John Bonham. Não precisa de explicações, né?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Também</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> nem precisava de mais, mas vai essa versão, de bônus, bem legal</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Grande";mso-bidi-Lucida Grande"; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:11.0pt;"><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f70b221" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">e</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> olha (ou ouçam) o suingue dessa – The Who – nem parece, mas, ouçam alto:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Grande";mso-bidi-Lucida Grande"; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:11.0pt;"><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=b661fb8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">o</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> vinho é bom, sempre termina bom.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><br /></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span></span></span></span></div>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-16481566445519534632009-10-11T12:43:00.002-03:002009-10-11T12:49:01.215-03:00bilhete encontrado num biscoito chinês da sorte<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MAnJGpA2SJ4cvb4fmMpmpcB2qN8xXQrgCq55lVcQaoZ3WDz7MMPAtz4GpfgCC7kxci7mJ1GHRCp9DiW_driJeMShk375e0fHt9LoFw3BmXy93XONihyixiIpma9E1On8vbTsQHYD/s1600-h/bitter_tea_of_general_yen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MAnJGpA2SJ4cvb4fmMpmpcB2qN8xXQrgCq55lVcQaoZ3WDz7MMPAtz4GpfgCC7kxci7mJ1GHRCp9DiW_driJeMShk375e0fHt9LoFw3BmXy93XONihyixiIpma9E1On8vbTsQHYD/s320/bitter_tea_of_general_yen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391369901299171682" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div><br /></div><br />foi esse o bilhete que encontrei ontem num biscoito chinês da sorte.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Ontem.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Mas só hoje abri.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Comi.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Sabor de nada, cavaco chinês.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Dizia o texto:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />“Aja com humildade para que o outro se aproxime.”</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />É um bom conselho. Independente da atração sobre o outro, e mesmo se um outro houver.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Mastiguei, mastiguei, mastiguei.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Meu avô: recomendava mastigar mais de trinta vezes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />No dezesseis eu já estava pedindo arrego e engolindo tudo, pasta transformada ou não.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Meu avô também ralhou comigo um dia, no roseiral. Tinha um roseiral em sua casa, diante da garagem. Meu avô, quando comprava uma casa, exigia uma garagem. Nunca teve automóvel. É para valorizar o imóvel, dizia. E esta, agora? Diante da garagem, plantou um roseiral. Eu olhava para as rosas, mas as rosas não olhavam para mim. Neste dia, eu era um menino triste. Olhos tristes, boca triste. Que mais, triste? Os dedos? A camiseta? Não era por que as saúvas estavam devorando as rosas e as folhas verdes das roseiras. Sempre hão de existir saúvas num roseiral. Disso eu sabia. Só não sabia que não se podia deixar o chinelo emborcado. Dava azar. Dá azar, meu avô disse. Raios nervosos partiam dos seus olhos. Os adultos podem ser tão cruéis com uma criancinha.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Mas não, não chorei. Em vez, fiquei olhando as chinelas emborcadas. Imaginei que as formigas as transportariam para longe, ainda viradas, longe dos olhos do meu avô. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Se eu agisse com humildade naquele dia meu avô me daria uma surra com as chinelas.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />É assim a vida.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Sem essa, biscoitinho da sorte: Não acredito em você.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Mas continuo acreditando em garagens, onde, diante delas, se plantam rosas. Sem perfume.</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-27255624278616582332009-10-04T08:30:00.002-03:002009-10-04T08:34:53.044-03:00sundaymorning light | shadows<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VfF0uHekcc8&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VfF0uHekcc8&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-91504369495471455242009-10-03T11:38:00.002-03:002009-10-03T11:41:24.574-03:00City<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZs4zmv_bAPy6yWFOZAdly0IHf19PDmnFDZbK9nH5p2FXB8qxkFCZLpQOi8m9p8THWD1YGx4TuS2l2yYFyi4yyoc4HLJH7eT0fqMxK-OEvR3qNJ_mbuRQyGdk669NKiLGyB0olJ85/s1600-h/N11---DETROIT--70X100.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZs4zmv_bAPy6yWFOZAdly0IHf19PDmnFDZbK9nH5p2FXB8qxkFCZLpQOi8m9p8THWD1YGx4TuS2l2yYFyi4yyoc4HLJH7eT0fqMxK-OEvR3qNJ_mbuRQyGdk669NKiLGyB0olJ85/s400/N11---DETROIT--70X100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388383481529600754" /></a><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 6pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">[Carla Bruttini, Detroit, 2009 Acrilico su tela cm 70 x 100]</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>N</b>aquele tempo os dias passavam rápidos, como nuvens no céu.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Numa caixa aberta de Mate Leão, passarinho fez ninho.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ficava no forro, onde cabiam meninos abaixo dos dez anos.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As telhas horizontais, de amianto. Podia-se caminhar sobre elas, sem perigo, mais próximos do céu. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">O mundo era tão imenso.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As tardes permaneciam acordadas. Então, as nuvens interrompiam sua marcha e flutuavam, estáticas. O sol aquecia. As pálpebras se buliam, tímidas. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lá embaixo a cidade quase não existia. As ruas vazias. Os adultos no trabalho. A faina era tão distante e desconhecida. Como os passarinhos, vez ou outra tornavam, nos horários das refeições. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ele assistia o mundo se mexer, em retalhos de cotidiano. Desconhecia o compasso das horas, a fluidez dos minutos, a velocidade dos segundos.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Por que nunca tentou alçar vôo? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-91226506520684098862009-10-01T09:54:00.004-03:002009-10-01T10:02:38.426-03:00P O D E R<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Agora que ela se foi pode respirar sossegado Pode comer em paz e não mais saltar as refeições Pode dormir o sono dos justos e não mais permanecer insone buscando na linha cruzada do sartório </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dela</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> o prazer a vida o aconchego Pode assistir filmes na tevê ler livros na poltrona urinar no box beber à vontade o vinho que ficou aberto e sem rolha na geladeira Pode sair de casa tranquilamente às duas e vinte da manhã e voltar com os passarinhos tilintando entre as pedras da calçada Pode e quem diria que isso seria possível? deixar as janelas abertas e a chuva varrer o chão da sala e os tapetes dos quartos Pode fumar em todos os aposentos e tropeçar o cotovelo em um dos infinitos cinzeiros deixando que as cinzas se percam em si mesmas Pode dormir no sofá da sala e deixar a tevê ligada e as luzes acesas e não trocar os lençóis e não fazer a cama e não tirar o lixo pra fora nem o gato de cima do fogão Pode tranquilamente ir ao bar da esquina responder com um sorriso à pergunta do garção por que tinha sumido tanto tempo e saber que sim tanto tempo tinha se passado e nem ele sabia quanto tempo era mas agora sabe e nossa como foi muito tempo desde então Pode também perguntar por aquela morena a de olhos verdes e cabelo índio e nem se preocupar com a resposta porque aquela outra loira já sentou à sua mesa e ele agora pode tocar em seu joelho redondo como se nada fosse e não não é como se nada fosse é apenas o sinal para que mais tarde ela suba ao seu apartamento e se dispa e e e aconteçam coisas maravilhosas que antes não poderiam acontecer porque ela estava ali Agora que ela se foi ele não sabe por que fazer nenhuma dessas coisas Porque ela se foi e ele pode respirar sossegado comer em paz dormir o sono dos justos Mas o ar é muito pesado a comida é sem sal e não há sonho na justiça<b>.</b></span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><br /></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFGRoURaUDPTqrUwEw2Ennm3MOabcTvhwgOBZP9L7NbSGN-SabevvRHC4VptWyzbwD_hB5tnQk5K4YjJRl3LUURXgOW2ou7l_LugOaqWkmjnSSD9-SkcrG_VEfhspZgLU7mVOD6Li/s1600-h/a+missao.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFGRoURaUDPTqrUwEw2Ennm3MOabcTvhwgOBZP9L7NbSGN-SabevvRHC4VptWyzbwD_hB5tnQk5K4YjJRl3LUURXgOW2ou7l_LugOaqWkmjnSSD9-SkcrG_VEfhspZgLU7mVOD6Li/s320/a+missao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387614624284966962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px; " /></a></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><br /></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 6pt; line-height: 150%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">[Robert De Niro The Mission 1986]</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=323d13e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-70419693603467929742009-09-30T17:42:00.000-03:002009-09-30T17:43:03.781-03:00senso<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><b><br /></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Comprei flores. Pétalas brancas, corola amarela, um amarelinho tão claro, com vontade de sumir.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">É preciso ter flores em casa. Apartamento que se deixa respirar pelos buracos abertos do ar-condicionado que não há.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Não senti ainda algum perfume, se perfume existe. Vez por outra sobe um ar nauseabundo das ruas. Mas me recuso a senti-lo. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Só uma questão biológica, mesmo.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-53609276121160506922009-09-20T18:51:00.000-03:002009-09-20T18:52:21.173-03:00all you need<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; font-size: small; ">Falamos tanto de amor que agora esse amor se desgasta.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-13767413927667584602009-09-20T09:24:00.005-03:002009-09-20T09:56:35.311-03:00They've been spending most their lives living in a future paradise<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_JL9z4g6oTRt_NOSwK0tWh8W0I-Xejup_OIzWRqFhP24ZAUARDZ_Y3gM9TPLcuOShm9Z0Gj6kdxoAMS8pjh1NbhPyLwNkpLbBtGdn8k8m0XLWboKqluLesKvC0cTUPBOz9_TJ9D6/s1600-h/Lucas_Cranach_the_Elder-Adam_and_Eve_1533.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_JL9z4g6oTRt_NOSwK0tWh8W0I-Xejup_OIzWRqFhP24ZAUARDZ_Y3gM9TPLcuOShm9Z0Gj6kdxoAMS8pjh1NbhPyLwNkpLbBtGdn8k8m0XLWboKqluLesKvC0cTUPBOz9_TJ9D6/s200/Lucas_Cranach_the_Elder-Adam_and_Eve_1533.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383526178553821762" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1dbb3da" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; 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-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=37ce72c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:11px;"> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:15px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;font-size:130%;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" line-height: 150%; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Living in a pastime paradiseThey've been spending most their livesLiving in a pastime paradiseThey've been wasting most their livesGlorifying days long gone behindThey've been wasting most their daysIn remembrance of ignorance oldest praiseTell me who of them will come to beHow many of them are you and me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" line-height: 150%; font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" line-height: 150%; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dissipation Race Relations Consolation Segregation Dispensation Isolation Exploitation Mutilation Mutations Miscreation Confirmation... to the evils of the world</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" line-height: 150%; font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" line-height: 150%; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They've been spending most their livesLiving in a future paradiseThey've been spending most their livesLiving in a future paradiseThey've been looking in their mindsFor the day that sorrow's gone from timeThey keep telling of the dayWhen the Savior of love will come to stayTell me who of them will come to beHow many of them are you and me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" line-height: 150%; font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" line-height: 150%; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Proclamation of Race Relations Consolation Integration Verification of Revelations Acclamation World Salvation Vibrations Simulation Confirmation… to the peace of the world</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" line-height: 150%; font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" line-height: 150%; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They've been spending most their livesLiving in a pastime paradiseThey've been spending most their livesLiving in a pastime paradiseThey've been spending most their livesLiving in a future paradiseThey've been spending most their livesLiving in a future paradiseWe've been spending too much of our livesLiving in a pastime paradiseLet's start living our livesLiving for the future paradisePraise to our livesLiving for the future paradiseShame to anyones livesLiving in a pastime paradise</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-US" style=" line-height: 150%; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Stevie Wonder</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Pastime paradise in Songs in the key of life, 1976]</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height:150%;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;color:#242424;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;font-size:130%;"></span></span><p></p><!--EndFragment--> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjApdnL-rlTnsWgJKTaG4XayIbbUaTiX3WwCJDzJX5FC9ZFmvXYwtlJpWqQAOT8I3SMTrpCGcy1mYhguHsBDSxxTQbwU1BLYSoA3pizyNwuVngz7GufTo4zib4_-4zaZ3O_YVNQ1liy/s1600-h/paul-gustave-dore-adam-and-eve-expelled.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjApdnL-rlTnsWgJKTaG4XayIbbUaTiX3WwCJDzJX5FC9ZFmvXYwtlJpWqQAOT8I3SMTrpCGcy1mYhguHsBDSxxTQbwU1BLYSoA3pizyNwuVngz7GufTo4zib4_-4zaZ3O_YVNQ1liy/s200/paul-gustave-dore-adam-and-eve-expelled.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383526189190105362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></span></div>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-70204981772493415872009-09-16T08:20:00.004-03:002009-09-16T08:51:46.875-03:00funeral blues<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGOjA2RMH49GcKfhXExtz8XODqfiBCFrjS6xiEDXJx1EWwbHhPHT7oksg4Tuqc_g74Kv2pW0tWPmF_hfYPej7P3VNQ4h-Mg2pXwiBIbOnTB4eSbCex4JWMqr9wul4jKxAj_7_M5hl/s1600-h/photo_man_ray03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGOjA2RMH49GcKfhXExtz8XODqfiBCFrjS6xiEDXJx1EWwbHhPHT7oksg4Tuqc_g74Kv2pW0tWPmF_hfYPej7P3VNQ4h-Mg2pXwiBIbOnTB4eSbCex4JWMqr9wul4jKxAj_7_M5hl/s320/photo_man_ray03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382024414218172994" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 7px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 7px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"><p align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"><br /></span></p><p align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Que parem os relógios, cale o telefone,<br />jogue-se ao cão um osso e que não ladre mais,<br />que emudeça o piano e que o tambor sancione<br />a vinda do caixão com seu cortejo atrás.<br /><br />Que os aviões, gemendo acima em alvoroço,<br />escrevam contra o céu o anúncio: ele morreu.<br />Que as pombas guardem luto — um laço no pescoço —<br />e os guardas usem finas luvas cor-de-breu.<br /><br />Era meu norte, sul, meu leste, oeste, enquanto<br />viveu, meus dias úteis, meu fim-de-semana,<br />meu meio-dia, meia-noite, fala e canto;<br />quem julgue o amor eterno, como eu fiz, se engana.<br /><br />É hora de apagar estrelas — são molestas —<br />guardar a lua, desmontar o sol brilhante,<br />de despejar o mar, jogar fora as florestas,<br />pois nada mais há de dar certo doravante.</span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">W. H. Auden</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">]</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">[ Man Ray, foto]</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></span>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-25727208173785428922009-09-16T08:14:00.002-03:002009-09-16T08:18:00.479-03:00sedex<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnJewp-EQ-SVe4JegnmIdbNX6bxS-UiK0e7RnS2H_5XP9_gM_8OvranDwFQqP3SQrUVkd3FeeHAi1xG080fQeKS4okrJTRjMR5md_cy3W-CaQiufPtKMwR1BXU-uBUSJk5eOUD8cP_/s1600-h/PostmanAlwaysPoster.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnJewp-EQ-SVe4JegnmIdbNX6bxS-UiK0e7RnS2H_5XP9_gM_8OvranDwFQqP3SQrUVkd3FeeHAi1xG080fQeKS4okrJTRjMR5md_cy3W-CaQiufPtKMwR1BXU-uBUSJk5eOUD8cP_/s400/PostmanAlwaysPoster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382022393158992418" /></a><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">07 Marrons Glacés Motta 17g</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">01 Piñones Vahiné 50g</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">01 Frigopoesia pequeños imanes con palabras</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">03 Piñones superSol 100g</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">01 maço de Winston CLASSIC 100’s</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">01 maço de Winston CLASSIC</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">01 maço de Lucky Strike ORIGINAL RED</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">01 maço de Lucky Strike sem filtro</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">01 maço de Lucky Strike embalagem ilustrada com ícones dos anos 60</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">01 maço de Pink Elephant [20 pink cigarettes]</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">02 maços de Camel</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">01 maço de Camel sem filtro</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">01 anjo vermelho de asas douradas</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">01 punto de libro magnético ENTRE DIOSES Y HOMBRES Réplica romana Museo Nacional Del Prado</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dezenas de cartões postais [em branco]</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">02 pares de brinco</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">01 mapa de cidade</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">W. H. Auden Parad los relojes y otros poemas “por tu padre...” </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Antonio Tabucchi La gastrite di Platone “en una mañana fria con nieve en Trento” </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Rodrigo Rubio Equipaje de amor para la tierra “malas e baús cheios de amor” </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Otros</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">que não encontro</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:150%"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-54746683512616889792009-09-14T22:10:00.003-03:002009-09-14T22:16:10.024-03:00Quando a luz se vai<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWP7C9eGA2B7HxwXm-LYWYHjmWG9ht5zm5qOZEZDDMX_F6zEglKb7rjD7puHa56dWV0zrCZkFUpgA3ZJer8aaUfn1lnCWAklRnbnND_6GEJmIS0E3zouAeFOlpZV-NOs9vTR_cNyL6/s1600-h/chagall-promenade.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWP7C9eGA2B7HxwXm-LYWYHjmWG9ht5zm5qOZEZDDMX_F6zEglKb7rjD7puHa56dWV0zrCZkFUpgA3ZJer8aaUfn1lnCWAklRnbnND_6GEJmIS0E3zouAeFOlpZV-NOs9vTR_cNyL6/s400/chagall-promenade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381496366119299522" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">[Chagall, claro]</span></span></div><br /><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nessas horas em que tudo parece suspenso – a tarde literalmente cai, o céu se veste de negro, os sons parecem minguar – pensa. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />É quando a ausência dela se faz mais presente no homem.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />E no que pensa o homem. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Se anuncia, em imagem, o que nem palavra mesma é – como um anjo, lírio branco na mão em concha. Se transmuta, no espaço, o que nem ainda forma tem – nuvem, pássaro, vôo de pássaro. Poente (as cores do poente). Sombreia, então – o canto dos móveis, o verniz da cômoda. O vaso de flores – as pétalas caídas, já secas. Como restos, como migalhas. Como cavacos. Brilha, no instante seguinte – nos cristais do guarda-louças, três, quatro prateleiras, no soalho do corredor. Uma meia sem par, ao fundo. (Nem tempo houve, nem haverá, saberá depois, de colhê-la.) Por fim, navega – pelo teto da sala, distante dos frisos, em milhões de luzes, em quadrilhões de sombras, em sonhos sem fim. Nem começo. O homem sabe: é única a paisagem. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Ou, simplesmente. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Bate à porta – essa ausência repentina, que só existe quando se manifesta, tudo tão paradoxal –, interfona, envia mensagens, torpedos de um submarino que naufragou e esqueceram olhar quando do último mergulho: porque então tudo que queriam era somente um beijo incendiando águas profundas. Esse beijo sem vésperas, esse abraço, aconchego, mar atlântico, esse suspiro, tornado mudo na linha do horizonte. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />– Poente (as nuances do poente). </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Quando a mão do homem, sobre a mão da mulher, faz crescer um redemoinho, na mão dele, é da mão dela que parte – estrelas, vaga-lumes e fogos-fátuos – tudo que brilha e reluz e não é ouro. Quando tudo, tudo que precisavam era um pouco de sal na pele. A dela, que em contato com a dele vibra e treme. A dele, que em contato com a dela, se aquece. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Se enxuga, ao vento, porta que deixaram aberta, ignorando as nuvens. No céu. Nos horizontes. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />E o tropel dos cavalos, a roupa escura dos cavaleiros. Tudo aquilo que reluz e não é ouro. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Ah, hora suspensa de sons ao longe. Ah, ausência sua em tecido bordado. Ah, por que só assim me visita tua ausência – pensou o homem – enquanto ausência, enquanto falta, enquanto desejo e não prazer?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Ah, ela nada disse. Ela nada falou. Porque ausente estava.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Porque sem ser, não era.</span></span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div></div>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-67032218484711557122009-09-13T08:21:00.004-03:002009-09-13T09:23:45.894-03:00tous les matins du monde<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xmeHcZkMyO6IE5Y9oXlrx395NJ7UG8DWd3JAKf2I-eyIPHcslPokC_kqdJ_ndPUT7z9LHcf00IRZ8fANUr3L-Ivgw7yI_sKHSYKWEE3bddR2X0zsyBtW5zYEgtwdbiyzNW_M9OEk/s1600-h/monica-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xmeHcZkMyO6IE5Y9oXlrx395NJ7UG8DWd3JAKf2I-eyIPHcslPokC_kqdJ_ndPUT7z9LHcf00IRZ8fANUr3L-Ivgw7yI_sKHSYKWEE3bddR2X0zsyBtW5zYEgtwdbiyzNW_M9OEk/s400/monica-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380923931501624274" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f50b83f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(não sei dizer o que há em ti que fecha<br />e abre; só uma parte de mim compreende que a<br />voz dos teus olhos é mais profunda que todas as rosas)<br />ninguém, nem mesmo a chuva, tem mãos tão pequenas</span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e. e. cummings</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">traduzido por augusto de campos]</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz8M9s0dtyxCdtWliui_3UBbC5_472mU71t1VELqUDZLOzydUYpgpoj9kDWwb1HMEtoRr1JGxnU_IvpZs6gtnPTbbfTN9a7rotishhtskaV2TJzo4dJtWwZKRLfky0uW0miVE__i02/s320/monica+avventura.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380924325713661874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(i do not know what it is about you that closes<br />and opens; only something in me understands<br />the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)<br />nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">my girl's tall with hard long eyes<br />as she stands, with her long hard hands keeping<br />silence on her dress, good for sleeping<br />is her long hard body filled with surprise<br />like a white shocking wire, when she smiles<br />a hard long smile it sometimes makes<br />gaily go clean through me tickling aches,<br />and the weak noise of her eyes easily files<br />my impatience to an edge--my girl's tall<br />and taut, with thin legs just like a vine<br />that's spent all of its life on a garden-wall,<br />and is going to die. When we grimly go to bed<br />with these legs she begins to heave and twine<br />about me, and to kiss my face and head.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[</span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e. e. cummings</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">]</span></span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3hbOXfKErKOrOek23ixPnGPygWU2xRN9J7e52PZwrhIx73W521tm9zLVY9-E4G1si4GKjXXnQGnzwoSI_odUl9sYyA2bsGrYhNxKYHlG4ofGxMRUsXcIejEv6C5S4hfT436-jC5t/s1600-h/monica+av5.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3hbOXfKErKOrOek23ixPnGPygWU2xRN9J7e52PZwrhIx73W521tm9zLVY9-E4G1si4GKjXXnQGnzwoSI_odUl9sYyA2bsGrYhNxKYHlG4ofGxMRUsXcIejEv6C5S4hfT436-jC5t/s320/monica+av5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380924331993571154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></a></span></span></div></span></div>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525304434235834498.post-19867875169861435592009-09-09T01:21:00.006-03:002009-09-09T01:41:46.274-03:00Mostre-me quem devo desejar<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6F3YuAXi_zU&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6F3YuAXi_zU&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">2. Para te mostrar onde está teu desejo, basta te proibi-lo </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">um pouco</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> (se é verdade que não existe desejo sem proibição). X... quer que eu esteja lá, ao seu lado, contanto que eu o deixe </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">um pouco livre</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">: maleável, me ausentando às vezes, mas ficando </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">não longe</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">; de um lado é preciso que eu esteja presente como proibição (sem o que não haveria bom desejo), mas é também preciso que eu me afaste no momento em que corresse o risco de atrapalhar o desejo formado: é preciso que eu seja a Mãe suficientemente boa (protetora e liberal), em volta da qual a criança brinca, enquanto ela cose calmamente. Essa seria a estrutura do casal "bem-sucedido"; um pouco de proibição, muito jogo; designar o desejo, e depois deixá-lo, como esses nativos amáveis, que mostram bem o caminho a você, sem no entanto se oferecerem para acompanhá-lo.</span></span></span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Roland Barthes</span></b> in Fragmentos de um discurso amoroso, tradução de Hortênsia dos Santos, Rio de Janeiro: F. Alves, 1990]</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">[</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">espere carregar o vídeo para assistir de uma vez.]</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">[Buffalo 66, de Vincent Gallo, 1998]</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><br /><br /></div>midchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110360954760378761noreply@blogger.com3