tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81600072024-03-23T17:59:21.105+00:00kleppur.a casa da insanidade onde moram os sobreviventes.comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-32206447843422032552012-02-21T01:28:00.001+00:002012-02-21T13:04:02.217+00:00in my heart<div style="text-align: left;">
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</span></div><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then the words seem to blur, to lose meaning, while I run to him, hoping he can still grasp some pieces of this strange announcement… I stop. He’s holding the hair dryer on his hand, trying to switch it off in vain. Baffled, he tries to pull the plug yet somehow it keeps on making this perpetual sound… I pass him the phone but there’s no one there anymore.</span><br />
<div><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We glance at each other with startled eyes and immediately know that the time has come:</span></div><div><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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O não é cinza escuro, cor d</i></span></span></b></div></b><b><div style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>a tempestade que se aproxima.</i></span></span></b></div></b></span></i></span></span></b></div></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><div style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></b></div></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><div style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>.Give it up.</i></span></span></b></div></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><div style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>.</i></span></span></b></div></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><div style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>.</i></span></span></b></div></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><div style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>.</i></span></span></b></div></b></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">hesitamos perante o abismo de realidades</span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">-quimeras, </span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">exigem-nos imediata aceitação </span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">-formatação,</span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">nossas vozes ressoam nas cruas paredes</span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">do espaço racional</span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">-maquinal</span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">sofremos mudos esperando o nascer do sol,</span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">o retorno do rei salvador</span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">-impostor</span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>.</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>.</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>.</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>give it up</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>.</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>.</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>.</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>can't give it up</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dlR9MNt-8Kw/TXgVbBG3fPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PBqacxvJsO0/s400/artworks-000005183985-nrkzmw-original.jpg" /></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>S<span class="Apple-style-span" >hadow of a Doubt by François Shuiten</span></i></span><br /><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">libertai as amarras do medo</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">a hora é no agora,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><div style="display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"> a acção na mutação,</span></div></span></b></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">o lugar na ínfima poeira estelar</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">libertai as asas da criação</span></b></div></span>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-24869916218461973752010-11-21T00:57:00.016+00:002010-11-21T17:53:54.053+00:00zero [∞]<div><br /></div><div>raindrops glow on your curly hair</div><div>you float in a starless night</div><div>oblivious to the secret light</div><div>~</div><div>your eyes like black holes </div><div>draw in every bit of life & death </div><div>the infinite so close to <i>zero</i> -</div><div> so close to love</div><div>~</div><div>words are empty vessels,</div><div>dust that covers our souls</div><div>-<i>let us sleep in dreamless sheets</i>, </div><div>they grimly reply</div><div>~</div><div>up above we loners glare</div><div>and dare to see, touch, and taste</div><div>once again nature's wonders</div><div>~</div><div>oh, let the rain flow </div><div>through all corpuscules of our bodies</div><div>in a wedding of <i>animus</i> & <i>anima</i></div><div>~</div><div>you & I so far apart</div><div> yet so near...</div><div><br /></div>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-12603468457838195462010-08-30T00:51:00.016+01:002011-03-20T04:43:16.006+00:00hit the bottom and escape<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvdrEfLy9zw/TYWC-19Ry_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/6lM3gMWpm-I/s1600/gloden_clouds.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">O dia morria lentamente naquela tarde de verão. As nuvens formavam carreiros de pó dourado no céu. Entráramos uma vez mais na </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">zona de ausência</span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvdrEfLy9zw/TYWC-19Ry_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/6lM3gMWpm-I/s400/gloden_clouds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586014928970566642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Golden-Clouds by </span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i><a href="http://my.desktopnexus.com/Kraseevaya/" title="Kraseevaya" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kraseevaya</span></span></a></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br />onde transbordam as emoções inebriantes diluídas nos confins da psique,<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">e suspiramos perante a míriade de existências a encarnar.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b></b></span></div>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-74259513100769651932010-05-13T01:04:00.035+01:002011-03-20T04:41:46.358+00:00in-vozes-tiranas<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">nascemos para a descoberta de uma imagem multicromada, multisonora, multisensitiva. acordamos ensonados, ainda tocados pelo inebriante manto de </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">morfeu</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">. pelo dia fora revivemos pedaços de sonho, aqui e ali, como choques indolores. continuamos noite adentro pelo rio do esquecimento. morrendo o </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">éter</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> retornamos ao leito e ao doce </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">hipnos</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">-</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> será isto a realidade?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">-</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> perguntamo-nos mais uma vez</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">a podridão das ruas reproduz-se no seio desta casa, pelas sombras na parede,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">galopando incansavelmente pelas nossas lacunas de amor, saber e poder</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">esgota-se</span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">o tempo</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">por entre as vozes de uma língua criada para a incompreensão</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tuq-eVcpIyo/S-tU0MGuZwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kYYs1J2MMFw/s400/2.jpg" /></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><a href="http://www.cliffordross.com/photography/hurricanes/3/index.php" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Clifford Ross</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> - from the 'Hurricane' series</span></span></span></span></i></div></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tuq-eVcpIyo/S-tU0MGuZwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kYYs1J2MMFw/s1600/2.jpg"></a></span><div><br /></div>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-46442345896261246742009-09-01T22:25:00.003+01:002012-01-19T18:08:33.812+00:00a perda<span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">O tempo estugara o passo, alheio às deambulações frágeis de [ ]<br /></span></span><div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); text-align: left;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Ela vira todo um mundo entorpecido pelo movimento ininterrupto da </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Máquina</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">a arraia-miúda movia-se em frenesim em direcção à cova,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">seus olhos já fechados,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">seu cheiro a podridão,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">suas bocas gretadas e para todo o sempre seladas,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">pois nada do que diziam aqui permanecia</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">tudo seria pó,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">tudo era pó...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">ah! a lenta e ressoante perda de identidade!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">pensava na urbe, no seu mecanismo produtivo e ominipresente</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">consumia-a, consumia-os, consumia-nos,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">até os corpos se fundirem com as suas paredes plúmbeas,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">formando semi-homens, semi-máquinas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">- como traças tacteando a noite à procura da </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">lux</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> -</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">só vislumbram (vix luminare)</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">as sombras do ego</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></div></div>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-85521833331471663362008-08-19T23:10:00.025+01:002011-03-20T04:49:34.230+00:00( the green light )<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Desço, cansada, a colina dos sonhos de encontro ao lugar da inexistência. As folhas permanecem taciturnas neste vale morrediço, intocadas pelos raios de sol ou de lua. O húmus. O húmus dissipa-se por cada interstício de solo, reinando sobre o submundo. Nestas ruínas esquecidas, o silêncio acolhe os pensamentos numa espiral organizada de névoas cerradas. Aqui não sou homem ou deus, corpo ou percepção. apenas sombra ___________________________________ este espaço</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tuq-eVcpIyo/SKtF9XuqInI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DVx1ybtabu4/s1600-h/Dark+Night+Tree%28green+hint%29.jpg"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236355912392385138" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tuq-eVcpIyo/SKtF9XuqInI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DVx1ybtabu4/s320/Dark+Night+Tree%28green+hint%29.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"></span></span></p><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">let it in, the green light</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">um dia voltaremos a ser húmus</span><br /></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-33003610195294294602008-06-13T15:47:00.004+01:002008-06-13T16:44:18.404+01:00zionO conhecimento mais valioso vem de dentro. <div><br /></div><div>O questionamento é constante. Indeterminado pelos evocamentos do Outro, apenas reconhece o Ego, com o seu poderoso rugido, a sua voz como uma flecha incandescente percorrendo cada interstício da mente... não são precisas balas para O matar. ou orgasmos para O saciar. O seu combustível brota da (quase) cópula entre insanidade e sabedoria, da inevitável constatação da ordem pela desordem, do branco pelo negro. Mas como pode ser bela a noite... </div><div><br /></div><div>Esperamos o comboio chegar com o nascer do dia, com o nascer da regularidade. Cada um ainda digere a noite e a sua voluptuosa melodia, lançámos loucas perguntas e retornaram algumas respostas, com o seu peso entorpecendo os nossos corpos... o Leão adormece no nosso leito, a sua respiração lembrando-nos que regressará mais uma vez, até ao frágil Homem cruzar o abismo do tempo e do espaço... </div>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-81559291788539483972007-09-20T15:57:00.000+01:002007-09-20T23:59:05.933+01:00retorno aum movimento incessante, uma batida hipnótica, apaixonamo-nos por palavras e meios corpos<br />ah! como é bom escolher não escolher e mergulhar em pensamentos a milhares de distância do nosso percurso,<span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"><span class="texto"><span class="verbete"> vemos o mundo através de um <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">c</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">a</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">l</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">e</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">i</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">d</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">o</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">s</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">c</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">ó</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">p</span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">i</span><span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"><span class="texto"><span class="verbete"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">o</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> </span>rodopiante, viajamos por espirais de luz ao encontro<br /><br />do quê?<br /><br />o púrpura dela procurou o dele a um ponto,<br />as barreiras do ser vacilaram, dissipando velocidade<br />as suas mentes perderam-se<br /><br />o tempo, uma ilusão. no entanto a ele cedo,<br />ansiando, desesperando<br />os infinitos reencontros possíveis<br />de <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">sangue</span><br /></span></span></span>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-63289771259560146312007-07-03T21:04:00.000+01:002007-09-25T18:33:35.506+01:00Beksiński<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tuq-eVcpIyo/RorDnRbx-XI/AAAAAAAAABs/E31DEgZd1R8/s1600-h/beksinski78_07000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tuq-eVcpIyo/RorDnRbx-XI/AAAAAAAAABs/E31DEgZd1R8/s320/beksinski78_07000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083090208903264626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >e</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >sta pintur</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >a </span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >lembra</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >-me um sonho.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;">entrara na fenda de uma casa em ruínas, fugia de alguém que me queria matar. e a configuração mudou. Perante os meus</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> olhos, o apocalipse parecia materializar-se em cores esfuziantes, púrpura, verde, roxo, laranja, cobriam os céus... semicerrei os olhos. a terra seca estendia-se por diante dos meus pés até tocar as colin</span><span style="font-size:100%;">as. uma torre envolta em negrume sobressaía do lado esquerdo da paisagem, um bloco de pedra misteriosa, escadas em espiral atingiam o seu topo onde se elevava uma lua decrescente, quis ver melhor, aproximar-me desse edifício de fim de mundo.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">e depois vi-as. umas sombras projectavam-se no cimo das colinas, os seus contornos ... não eram formas humanas<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >foge</span><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tuq-eVcpIyo/RorF8Bbx-bI/AAAAAAAAACM/MVYpL4fUEgw/s1600-h/beksinski77_09000.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tuq-eVcpIyo/RorF8Bbx-bI/AAAAAAAAACM/MVYpL4fUEgw/s320/beksinski77_09000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083092764408805810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tuq-eVcpIyo/RorGZBbx-cI/AAAAAAAAACU/5lzpcQYlxlI/s1600-h/beksinski76_05000.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tuq-eVcpIyo/RorGZBbx-cI/AAAAAAAAACU/5lzpcQYlxlI/s320/beksinski76_05000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083093262625012162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">de</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">ixei-me ficar.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">afundar-me-ia nesse fundo</span></span><br /></div>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-39795577375547771792007-04-08T01:31:00.000+01:002007-04-08T01:54:27.357+01:00in your dreams.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tuq-eVcpIyo/Rhg5Rnaq0hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/I8S7K_Z8C9Q/s1600-h/LesAmants.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tuq-eVcpIyo/Rhg5Rnaq0hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/I8S7K_Z8C9Q/s320/LesAmants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050849956897411602" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">we all need </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >romance.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">René Magritte</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">, </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;" >Les Amants</span><br /></div></div></div>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-66579310100525020592007-01-28T02:19:00.001+00:002007-01-28T02:25:09.831+00:00revolvimento.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Rondava os quatro cantos do quarto refugiando o seu olhar na pequena janela que o unia às ruas inquietas. O sol fugia-lhe indomitamente do outro lado, os passos e as vozes minguavam à passagem da sombra, <span style="font-style: italic;">é tudo um grande teatro</span>, pensou. Lendo os seus pensamentos, a noite fez o seu aparecimento em palco, projectando a sua bailarina nas paredes vazias da divisão.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Quisera deitar-se, o dia seguinte assemelhava-se na sua mente ao de Prometeu, mas algo o detinha. Pleno na escuridão, repousou o seu corpo cansado na parede e humedeceu os beiços. Algo se esgotava além da água nas suas células, um nada que poderia ser tudo... estendeu as mãos e perscrutou as suas linhas, veias, protuberâncias. Procurava inutilmente a causa em algo de palpável e, por momentos, acreditou ver numa mancha de sangue a fonte do seu descontentamento. Acenou negativamente com a cabeça, aquela mácula existia há muito, não se lembrava era do que a tinha provocado... sorriu. Recordara-se dos seus dias de infância, das vezes em que chegava a casa imundo, com os cotovelos e joelhos ensanguentados e, ainda assim, feliz de si. Perante a grandeza de um mundo por descobrir, o aspecto exterior em nada abrandava o seu curso desvairado...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Nada restara desses tempos, apenas a agridoce lembrança.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Hoje somente desejava poder esquivar-se da realidade e das suas teias, refugiar-se noutro reino, um de profundas crateras e seres alienígenas incompreensíveis para a sua fragilidade humana... não teria de relacionar-se, apenas subsistir (e só se o quisesse). Aqui, ele permanecia interminavelmente ligado aos outros; o acaso unia milhares de pessoas que, mesmo na mais profunda solidão, se encontravam agarradas por correntes, umas temporárias, outras eternas. Eram as últimas que, nos seus momentos mais lúgubres, o impediam de cometer um acto de pura sanidade</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">(a insanidade mantinha-o vivo)</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Colocou uma velha música a tocar no seu gira-discos. </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A voz feminina deslizou pelo vazio, encontrando-o caído no chão. </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Tonight we escape...</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br />he fell asleep.<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">*<br /><br /></span>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-26571372227054128792007-01-25T17:19:00.000+00:002007-01-27T19:16:56.753+00:00nothing to fear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tuq-eVcpIyo/RbjoYQgo0oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V2zN6DHxBQo/s1600-h/678px-Radiohead_pyramidsong.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tuq-eVcpIyo/RbjoYQgo0oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V2zN6DHxBQo/s320/678px-Radiohead_pyramidsong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024020887778153090" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">I jumped in the river and what did I see?<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">black-eyed angels swimming with me<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">a moon full of stars and astral cars<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">all the figures I used to see<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">all my lovers were there with me<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">all my past and futures<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">and we all went to heaven in a little row boat<br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Pyramid Song - Radiohead</span><br /></div>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-1169057977524950922007-01-17T18:19:00.000+00:002007-01-17T18:41:11.413+00:00out to sea<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">[era sentir outra vez<br />a sensação nauseante<br />de âmago poluído]<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> procurei a origem da inquietação que me assolava há um tempo e,<br /></span></div></div><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >se bem que nem sabia dizer quando começara,<br />o passado indiciava o caminho -<br />a mancha ainda lá estava, algures entre o que não conseguia controlar e o que desejava mudar, insidiando as imagens que outrora coloriram os meus passos.<br />(a vida em bd - adquira na loja mais próxima de si)<br />a podridão vinha de dentro . . .<br />senti o meu ser desconexo apoderar-se de um calor,<br />uma chama,<br />uma explosão<br />a podridão vinha de dentro . . .<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">[devoram-se as entranhas]<br /><br /></span></span></div><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >papéis de rebuçado espalhados pela cama - dormem comigo milhares de sabores.<br />desumano<br />- o homem que aprendeu a amar a solidão<br />(aceno-lhe de longe sabendo que não me vê)<br /><br />.sonhei com o mar. nele mergulhava com fervor,<br />desejando fugir das sombras.<br />afastei-me rapidamente da costa; as ondas puxavam - sugavam - o meu corpo<br />para o fundo<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">[negrume] </span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >um silêncio pacífico , um conforto uterino<br />que não dura<br />que não dura<br />que<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">[san bebeu daquela água insalubre]</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">a podridão vinha de dentro . . .<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">silêncio<br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;">«mas o silêncio não é mais que um vazio entre guerras»<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div></div><br /></div>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-1156708903356482892006-08-27T20:56:00.000+01:002006-08-27T22:37:06.916+01:00«não tens tomado conta dos teus anjos»<a href="http://lostsouls.no.sapo.pt/anjos%20do%20universo.jpg"><img src="http://lostsouls.no.sapo.pt/anjos%20do%20universo.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Fotografia:</span> <a href="http://virgensuicidas.blogs.sapo.pt/">voz_perdida</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Texto:</span> Einar Már Gudmundsson in <span style="font-style: italic;">Anjos do Universo<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-1156210367870841352006-08-22T02:30:00.000+01:002006-08-22T02:59:01.176+01:00metempsicoses de tratos imaginados<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://lostsouls.no.sapo.pt/sus%20000-.JPG"><img src="http://lostsouls.no.sapo.pt/sus%20000.JPG" /></a></div>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-1155597824112837192006-08-14T23:44:00.000+01:002006-08-15T00:48:02.163+01:00freak showyes,<br />sometimes everything looks like a <span style="font-style: italic;">freak show</span> -<br />where are you standing? in the arena or amoung the crowd?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span>lose the fancy <span style="font-weight: bold;">mask.</span><br />.or keep it. <span style="font-size:85%;">they make wonders!<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">.f.u.c.k. . . . . . .i.t.<br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">and</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">vote for</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Lolita</span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></div>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-1146943366975292932006-05-06T20:15:00.000+01:002006-05-06T20:24:12.026+01:00vê<img src="http://lostsouls.no.sapo.pt/moon_river_X.JPG" />comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-1141157555205416222006-02-28T19:59:00.000+00:002007-01-17T19:28:48.933+00:00radiohead<img src="http://lostsouls.no.sapo.pt/wolf.jpg" width="400" /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br />the flan laying on the floor, your oafish face stealing my thoughts, stealing my strength<br />don't you know they're here to <span style="font-style: italic;">put me inside</span><br />the pretty machine in the ceiling x-rays me, what do i see?<br />an indelible stain on my lungs, rotting inside, rotting inside<br />brass mouths please eat my spider webs, my poisoned strings mooring me to the walls of this insane house<br />you fucker think i'm real<br />i cannot save you i cannot save myself<br />deep inside your head they drew a map to your sought sanity but you soon lost your way<br />and something's grazing my skin, deeper into my flesh, a bullet trying to work its way through, it itches,<span style="font-style: italic;"> it wears me out</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i wish i was bullet proof</span><br />dreaming of beautiful landscapes that become landslides, dark skies turning people grey, blinded minds, blinded hearts<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">nice dream</span><br />they build these plastic roads that lead you in circles, you're a fish in an aquarium and your clean face reflected in the water makes you happy<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">what are we coming to?</span><br />and of course i'd like to swim through the sewers against all the filthy shit they made<br />but the alligators are listening in<br />and the whispers are making me feel ill, they're i<span style="font-style: italic;">nside my head</span><br />don't follow me around, my feelings are lost i<span style="font-style: italic;">n limbo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you're living in a fantasy world </span>and i'll eat you alive<br />can't you see <span style="font-style: italic;">i want to be someone else or</span><br />i'll <span style="font-style: italic;">fade out again</span><br />and again<br />(the voices telling me to suck your pure young blood, if you don't belive this, sell your soul)<br />go<br />because i'm not coming back<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For a minute there</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i lost myself, i lost myself...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-1128727238903702392005-10-08T00:12:00.000+01:002005-10-08T00:45:14.576+01:00no surprisestenho os dedos a cheirar a café.<br />e o casal discreto que se passeava alegremente pelo hipermercado? e o rapaz de rosto e cabelos tão belos e pueris? eu VI. vi que o homem do casal me olhava curioso - como a concha de amor que os separa dos homens normais se quebra tão facilmente - e vi que um futuro sujo e aviltado se traçava para o rapaz - denunciara-me seu tão precoce duro olhar -<br /><br />não vês que cheiro a café? afasta-te de mim<br />a vida é mais que junkies e bolachas molhadas em café<br />não? ...<br /><br />há uma criança que não salta<br />uma criança que não corre<br />uma criança que não ri<br />uma criança que não<br /> que não<br /> que não<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> uma criança que tudo vê<br /></div><br />há uma criança sentada nas escadas da minha casa, lê um livro e come uma sandes de fiambre, tem os cordões desapertados e os cabelos desordenados, sibila uma cançoneta de sua mãe,<br /><br />deixou de ser uma criança<br />agora é a criançacomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-1127855159380164642005-09-27T21:50:00.000+01:002005-09-27T22:07:41.963+01:00drugsManda mais, meu boi da merda<br />pensas que me importo com o resto? quero lá saber de como 'tás<br />e não me tentes enganar com merdisses dessas, a mim não me chulas! Quero mais e do bom, sei que o tens. <br />foda-se para isto, 'tás a ser lento de propósito! <br />...<br /><br />ADEUS<br />nunca mais me verás, percebes? vou arranjar outro que me dê o que quero, és um inutil de merda<br />O QUE EU QUISER! <br />_|_ VAI chorar para o ombro da avózinha, vai, suicida-te! VÊ SE ME IMPORTO<br />...<br /><br />ai afinal tens aí a cena? DÁ-ME ESSA MERDA AGORA! <br />por favor<br />...<br /><br />Tomar um café? tudo bem... sim amor, gosto muito de ti.comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-1126970041568800132005-09-17T16:07:00.000+01:002005-09-17T16:27:58.876+01:00doubts<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://lostsouls.no.sapo.pt/Despair.jpg" /><br /></div> <span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"></span></span> <div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" >«despair» by<span style="font-style: italic;"> Larry N.Bolch</span></span><br /></div> <span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">What kind of a man are you, anyway?</span></span></div>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-1126557704880446592005-09-12T21:32:00.000+01:002005-09-12T21:49:54.066+01:00X- Tens um X no peito.<br />Eu sei. Fui marcado<br /> marcado<br /> marcado<br /> esfaqueado pelo preto na estação do Oriente<br />queria roubar-me o coração, o miserável.<br />o coração. a mim. ao motorista mais fodido desta cidade<br />Sabes como é ser tocado por Deus?<br />- não.<br />Foi isso que me aconteceu. Deus acordou-me para ver as mãos ensanguentadas do preto a tentar tirar-me a alma - aquele filho da puta ia pagá-las<br />saltou de espanto quando viu os meus olhos abrirem-se. no instante que se seguiu (como Deus em mim) saquei-lhe a navalha e espetei-a bem fundo nas suas goelas – vi-o morrer sufocado no próprio sangue enquanto nas lajes brancas do chão se formava, pela união do nosso lodo, um Xcomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160007.post-1123713961198588592005-08-10T23:34:00.000+01:002005-08-10T23:57:33.100+01:00Jorge Cruz - Adriana<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />Mais um dia na cidade<br />Eu não sei nada de ti<br />Ainda não vi o teu milagresobre mim<br />Eu nem ouso sentir esperança<br />Estou tão longe do que é bom<br />Não te tenho nesta dança, neste tom<br /><br />Mas se te vejo, adriana<br />Se te vejo, adriana<br />Eu quero ir, eu quero ir, eu quero ir, eu quero ir<br />atrás de ti...<br /><br />Eu quero ver-te no meu espelho<br />Intimidar-te com o olhar<br />E<br />confessar-te que foste eleita para eu me dar<br />Vá vem dormir para os meus braços<br />Que eu vou mostrar-te o que é o amor<br />Se eu não vencer<br />quem vence a prova do teu rigor<br /><br />Mas se te vejo, adriana<br />Se te vejo, adriana<br />Eu quero ir, eu quero ir, eu quero ir, eu quero ir<br />atrás de ti...<br /><br /><br />Mais um dia na cidade<br />E ainda não sei nada de ti<br />Mas é tão bom ter o teu nome aqui<br />aqui...<br />aqui...<br />aqui..<br /></div> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">eu estou aqui</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">.<br />algures<br />forademim<br />.<br />além<br />dosconfinsdaminhanãoexistência<br />.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: verdana;">aqui</span><br /><br /><img src="http://virgensuicidas.no.sapo.pt/oezuza-walizka-5.jpg" /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">queres a direcção?</span></span><br /><s pan="" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></s></div><s pan="" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </s></div><s pan="" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </s></div>comahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00070500600876977563noreply@blogger.com11