tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82144009185953928882024-02-10T11:16:26.902-08:00cachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosacachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00684040284061101709noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-10024465448590221742010-07-21T18:11:00.000-07:002010-07-21T18:18:40.302-07:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">noiva cadáver</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxca7aew25wHiZw47nO4NcDO9HCRW7PEV0Z_k7op4csmdlOnS0GkJD4VIy-4fTmcnHlM9E35EGcKn9QDsQQFbxugaPQPjD3GlSwJaM5chb0ZvVD_KQBL5vaZCosI6pZBc7gQkAQHG/s1600/4652753091_59f4c5db69.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496532743596174146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxca7aew25wHiZw47nO4NcDO9HCRW7PEV0Z_k7op4csmdlOnS0GkJD4VIy-4fTmcnHlM9E35EGcKn9QDsQQFbxugaPQPjD3GlSwJaM5chb0ZvVD_KQBL5vaZCosI6pZBc7gQkAQHG/s400/4652753091_59f4c5db69.jpg" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> Foto: Karla Rúbia</span></em><br /><div></div>anjobaldiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17120455073515900754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-13347308756423613822009-12-22T11:05:00.000-08:002009-12-22T11:06:17.944-08:00<a href="http://gifup.com/show/e226fd049f" title="GIF animations generator gifup.com"><img src="http://gifup.com/data/gifs/e/2/2/e226fd049f.gif" alt="GIF animations generator gifup.com" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://gifup.com">GIF animations generator gifup.com</a>cachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00684040284061101709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-66605143936930062682009-10-01T19:35:00.000-07:002009-10-01T19:36:18.702-07:00<object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLD9Iej5nRc&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/MLD9Iej5nRc&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object>anjobaldiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17120455073515900754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-9676609139958533192009-10-01T18:29:00.000-07:002009-10-01T18:32:54.321-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBz4uDZkAVxeBrYmp33FXFVIZ6K0uQAp-wlAa9saYSiyiZ6Z4hJfKS-a2gDp4gc4WlfoFKl8YvemOj1K8SsSAPXDiayvPYzwqrmivrEmZvAjrTGqyH2LUaqkW8fkcmZW1yfOMjL2pcXu7/s1600-h/Dylan%2520Bob%2520fr%259Fhst%259Fckt.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxahMv_8-d6F1mSagDJPHrAuEpmn6yOKnFzZKCOO43O4BvCHoPDgYH8yWzCfk8rV3hZZmXS6LNvR-jbGBf4SbnY9-9nVbjNCek4hdaQ79AYM7fMmOsj3Rh3L36D7IhB2MsYnfIk3_EJAd/s400/Tur%C3%ADbio---blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong> Geraldo Bonelli</strong>. Técnica mista sobre papel a4<br /></span><div></div>cachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00684040284061101709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-31534630412324809652009-08-28T06:16:00.000-07:002009-08-28T06:33:57.901-07:00<object width="480" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.portacurtas.com.br/embed/embed.swf?xml=1&Cod=647&exib=8539"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.portacurtas.com.br/embed/embed.swf?xml=1&Cod=647&exib=8539" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="360"></embed></object>anjobaldiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17120455073515900754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-33054698924922307552009-07-16T07:45:00.000-07:002009-07-16T07:52:23.345-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig1wTSmGR6px34JAE0M2t1S8Ymmdtma3GrZuQ_2I7lPuJskd0J423sEZgpbX1_x9N_FAlr531QXvfQj1mwOdHFXzS64NVFovzLXqxc72bR9zKpgBz2uqGwMU0ibv3NLNPw_lxexnZ2/s1600-h/3.-Nelson-Magalhães-Filho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359070601526273138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig1wTSmGR6px34JAE0M2t1S8Ymmdtma3GrZuQ_2I7lPuJskd0J423sEZgpbX1_x9N_FAlr531QXvfQj1mwOdHFXzS64NVFovzLXqxc72bR9zKpgBz2uqGwMU0ibv3NLNPw_lxexnZ2/s400/3.-Nelson-Magalh%C3%A3es-Filho.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Nelson Magalhães Filho. ANJOS BALDIOS 2009. Acrílica s/tela, 80X70 cm<br /></span><div></div>anjobaldiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17120455073515900754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-27324111712029966472009-06-20T18:24:00.000-07:002009-06-20T18:33:30.433-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="color:#009900;">4 estudos para um <em>perverso devaneio</em></span></span></strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGoJ-OmVOvmefwUsPuEvuBJPduPty55PLfphdGopCnh8U7UEOqbkHhStKYtqDp1SxTnOFh1ZA7G3g4KdBTf5IXvTa6v2Vw4560bYtVgy_bLuGiQuQsBMYhP4gZ7NzkqrsJO_QznIh/s1600-h/Devaneio-4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349587224217055762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGoJ-OmVOvmefwUsPuEvuBJPduPty55PLfphdGopCnh8U7UEOqbkHhStKYtqDp1SxTnOFh1ZA7G3g4KdBTf5IXvTa6v2Vw4560bYtVgy_bLuGiQuQsBMYhP4gZ7NzkqrsJO_QznIh/s400/Devaneio-4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh50mWdI0U25rfznLEJExpCmLuqJifuBwkNbWNaOlhI6vAY0fh6alNALfx6csSxC0UYH1ZDpkp-QM8RTV7Ipbo4RfkbUtcx-W5eyKHbQYhyHVOPUOT2n-WFmlGUoQqZkU5EHjEuts2/s1600-h/Devaneio-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349586854111354450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh50mWdI0U25rfznLEJExpCmLuqJifuBwkNbWNaOlhI6vAY0fh6alNALfx6csSxC0UYH1ZDpkp-QM8RTV7Ipbo4RfkbUtcx-W5eyKHbQYhyHVOPUOT2n-WFmlGUoQqZkU5EHjEuts2/s400/Devaneio-3.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ThtmFkfQnK09vNK01oqU-aqGCKAglQ7qS6x0YaHxG0nS6VHFPWU2ebfnilHqxjxA-pu0h8RdBgfxPz8YbHo_Re097cqqaY0QPUl5UJQK_m1DL6d5PWrU3O4xA3nvVuUCOtt_-koS/s1600-h/Devaneio-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349586538410227234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ThtmFkfQnK09vNK01oqU-aqGCKAglQ7qS6x0YaHxG0nS6VHFPWU2ebfnilHqxjxA-pu0h8RdBgfxPz8YbHo_Re097cqqaY0QPUl5UJQK_m1DL6d5PWrU3O4xA3nvVuUCOtt_-koS/s400/Devaneio-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeYNoWaW9djEhqVSY5bmwTPDWQ-moT-AfEbvf1jdAiHvl0LTr9bDpPZuHmnmX1JAXg4HRiJMnt5uOMBPxwQuVBpKhLixRDxXYGHwN1fCOdZXURwb9bVLQX2OnC7zwaBbEzWMIBN39/s1600-h/Devaneio-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349586153487118194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeYNoWaW9djEhqVSY5bmwTPDWQ-moT-AfEbvf1jdAiHvl0LTr9bDpPZuHmnmX1JAXg4HRiJMnt5uOMBPxwQuVBpKhLixRDxXYGHwN1fCOdZXURwb9bVLQX2OnC7zwaBbEzWMIBN39/s400/Devaneio-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"> Nelson Magalhães Filho. PERVERSO DEVANEIO, 2009. Acrílica s/ telas de 30X30 cm<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>anjobaldiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17120455073515900754noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-87165314127582371872009-06-20T18:11:00.000-07:002009-06-20T18:23:56.318-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">nelson + grupo CORTE + banda <strong>pastel de miolos</strong> na <em>midialouca</em> do rio vermelho</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4YvyADJFNbYmXoBO8SfcBhipMPArKrqcuCx1Dbj5mwfFSBGZp_QXTVVihmOKZRIPb8YK5pjadl5uQ0PW185aCfLIplxPCufRQY1I3MLB5sd8j9Llg5ukgvI2jfCZJwJyVKr_lohK1/s1600-h/DSCN7231.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349583381756682482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4YvyADJFNbYmXoBO8SfcBhipMPArKrqcuCx1Dbj5mwfFSBGZp_QXTVVihmOKZRIPb8YK5pjadl5uQ0PW185aCfLIplxPCufRQY1I3MLB5sd8j9Llg5ukgvI2jfCZJwJyVKr_lohK1/s400/DSCN7231.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2V2aLp-1GNsZms3F9GblAlQlUB0UYuzRiUdM1ayZD_Zv5krmTl_sfyWkfxP3vFLjK8zrcgtS0-BkFVZyayon2LvuavlvkrraUaEPwJu_UMLoYouVCY7_YE6e1YBNB-u5jcag_kZmE/s1600-h/DSCN7228.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349583207159235906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2V2aLp-1GNsZms3F9GblAlQlUB0UYuzRiUdM1ayZD_Zv5krmTl_sfyWkfxP3vFLjK8zrcgtS0-BkFVZyayon2LvuavlvkrraUaEPwJu_UMLoYouVCY7_YE6e1YBNB-u5jcag_kZmE/s400/DSCN7228.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3mZE4PXq_hp46Oc4Okzkv8CmywhvCVNyq4-UOe6N7fqaeBkCuLLPDocOQr-LbhXYJ53Gm5lFJqpco3D_E4Gk8eLx5Piy5czejaPtNvdJ_zj1OEX7gGOqmZ_EecQk0L7A3h48GeI7j/s1600-h/DSCN7227.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349583049305383522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3mZE4PXq_hp46Oc4Okzkv8CmywhvCVNyq4-UOe6N7fqaeBkCuLLPDocOQr-LbhXYJ53Gm5lFJqpco3D_E4Gk8eLx5Piy5czejaPtNvdJ_zj1OEX7gGOqmZ_EecQk0L7A3h48GeI7j/s400/DSCN7227.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfqOhLuMyw0vbXbrqt8UzjORzb142OXOyMdQr8RC-xKq_SeccEjceeOYxqe6rB_9gGBKIXB9xh0wQJOBN3GcKNBJF0TXbZdtX8sDKUK8whFlh3OADo4sveRZymkKd68cTfQpSC7Ml/s1600-h/DSCN7226.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349582862899286994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfqOhLuMyw0vbXbrqt8UzjORzb142OXOyMdQr8RC-xKq_SeccEjceeOYxqe6rB_9gGBKIXB9xh0wQJOBN3GcKNBJF0TXbZdtX8sDKUK8whFlh3OADo4sveRZymkKd68cTfQpSC7Ml/s400/DSCN7226.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimtmwEuhnRjOXzqr5Gxbmog_mEtpAWnHE7mfLeeyHJ7FlgBa5XzVWmKsWa4GLyiIE2W_7TYmJ1CsdssImS2iULXwSIdsilypPvmmaZJQ57ws-MRPq_3dxk76W5wk4aRkv4Dcsuwibj/s1600-h/DSCN7225.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349582675282522946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimtmwEuhnRjOXzqr5Gxbmog_mEtpAWnHE7mfLeeyHJ7FlgBa5XzVWmKsWa4GLyiIE2W_7TYmJ1CsdssImS2iULXwSIdsilypPvmmaZJQ57ws-MRPq_3dxk76W5wk4aRkv4Dcsuwibj/s400/DSCN7225.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc6600;"> <span style="font-size:180%;">P.D.M.: Alisson - Alex -Wilson</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">CORTE: Lima - Gustavo - Cazé - Katherine -Sandro<br /></span><span style="color:#cc6600;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Convidados:<br /></span>ELMO "Opus Incertum"<br />JAIR Mr. GUIMA "DECLINIUM"<br />SIOUX MACHADO "Jato Invisivel"<br />Poeta NELSON MAGALHÃES FILHO<br />Contista: DIOGO COSTA<br /></span><span style="color:#ffff33;"><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">30 de maio de 2009<br /></span><br /><br /></span><div></div></div></div></div>anjobaldiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17120455073515900754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-80753484903250641542009-04-03T04:10:00.000-07:002009-04-03T04:11:25.965-07:00<span style="color:#ffff33;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Scout Niblett</strong> - Hot To Death</span></span><br /><br /><object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBqHtwBRseE&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/gBqHtwBRseE&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object>anjobaldiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17120455073515900754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-12078333290530891732009-02-09T04:51:00.000-08:002009-02-09T04:52:59.912-08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">ALICE</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><div><object width="480" height="381"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5I8iOBDBWWlpPWtJ1&related=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5I8iOBDBWWlpPWtJ1&related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="381" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8aq2z_alice_shortfilms">ALICE</a></b><br /><i>Enviado por <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/anjobaldio">anjobaldio</a></i></div>cachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00684040284061101709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-90081650013276886462009-01-28T13:57:00.000-08:002009-01-28T14:00:49.322-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">crucial viagem de ônibus</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">o gesto</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">enlouquecido do mago</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">ser excesso;</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">voltejar-bizarro</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">as aves sem nome</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">nas ervas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">vaguear só</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">sem pétalas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">sua presença fugaz, e</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">deslizo nas almas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">dos passageiros</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">como um feiticeiro.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Nelson Magalhães Filho</span>cachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00684040284061101709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-21527399406029420542009-01-05T16:45:00.000-08:002009-01-05T16:56:42.305-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcuNip9nI3mItorNMt7X-sFrLS73lxUER2iIa5e0UcLtFDt9RhwLBpTo4jDzi2h3wo19FU6aTmNum36lbm3MVHCTmF75SfYyNszYa8jbvd9GR3grpcZd-NtW1upTZFahxyqIM2pKdd9I39/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287977703013757362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcuNip9nI3mItorNMt7X-sFrLS73lxUER2iIa5e0UcLtFDt9RhwLBpTo4jDzi2h3wo19FU6aTmNum36lbm3MVHCTmF75SfYyNszYa8jbvd9GR3grpcZd-NtW1upTZFahxyqIM2pKdd9I39/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> Nelson Magalhães Filho. ANJOS BALDIOS 2008, acrílica s/tela, 70X70 cm</span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">RAPOSEIRA</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;">Recebi visitação de um casal de amásios que existiu outrora, o sr. D. e sua sra. Marcis. Fomos até à última divisão da casa para contar-lhes daquilo, o que, assim aconteceu, não dói. Começamos nuns recortes com vários números pretos, inquebrantáveis. Um, três, vinte e dois, em cima, em baixo, chamuscos aleatórios, inferno, céu (jogo de macaco como diria <em>Cortázar</em>). Tomamos chá de jasmim, ou recenderíamos logo num labirinto, ou estranharia a sra. Marcis a primeira golfada verde na parede. Depois de algum tempo fiquei numa bizarria sozinho com a sra. Marcis porque o sr. D. gracejou de partir para a sala principal estar presente seu programa predileto no canal 7 e. Quando ele foi-se reparem: forcei meus olhos mesmo contra eles e uma forjada expressão de transe (probabilidade de perigo) se apresentou de mim e nos acabamos de tantos risos arriscados. Cintilamos rinólofos no telhado, requentamos pedaços de miolo de pão, bolachas de coco, um labirinto... Demos mais risadas cômicas sarcásticas ou mesmo outras de profunda melancolia e continuamos e a sra. Marcis mostrava-me frequentemente um embrulhinho e num ar de apreensão intensa dizia-me que ali continha um outro, o que, assim aconteceu, não dói. Lá fora os astuciosos reflexos, ônibus doloridos rolando ladeiras, os velhos edifícios da Carlos Gomes, benjoins, orquídeas. As pessoas perderam a cor... nesta vertedoura <em>cidade baixa</em> fonte de outras vertigens que perturba a razão dos seres madrugados bebedouros de luzes, alumãs, crepusculeiadores e quando. Sra. Marcis já estava abrindo o pacotinho seu marido interrompia dizendo palavras que até hoje não lembro e sendo sempre: sra. Marcis chegava mais perto de meus olhos lilases e de minha boca e quando aí sua língua buscava meus dentes amarelecidos de mariposas e ainda quando o embrulhinho azul estava quase que aberto (e mais ainda: quando íamos comer juntos o um outro, o que) chegava miseravelmente o pedante Sr. D. que falava algo e saía rindo com três caixas de sapatos penduradas nas costas, lentidão nos pés devaneados, vaguear jardins e sinfonias, a dança das coxas, o muco de um veio das velhas árvores do <em>Campo Grande</em>. E meu coração ausente adormecia no musgo, nas chuvas, nas inflamadas vagas daquele olhar que por mim passava (tinha um circo na <em>rua da Jerema</em> e uma lua de lata, tinha bares imundos). Um carinho visceral em teus pelos, e tua boca que ardia esquivando céus estilhaçados, algum passarinho enlouquecido por luminárias galgando sonhos farejando outras mortes menores, fervilhando gumes de venenos, afiação, paisagens, igrejas, fábricas, um cálice de chuva qualquer. E então tudo de novo se repetindo com meus olhos lilases, minha boca e a língua dela nos meus dentes amarelecidos por mariposas e ainda o embrulhinho azul até que... Tantos olhos no antro das desatadas noites vazias no desespero, tantas vezes no <em>jardireja</em>, nas paredes meus desenhos em papel jornal, adornos e nus em pastéis coloridíssimos, truculentos, cordas de aço. Gritos insaciáveis entre cachorros, galos/gatos mágicos que morrem ao correr, estravagante ânsia, se no fundo, com certeza, fossem coisas vivas. Sra. Marcis, ah! vendavais de luzes atiradas na crueza do dia, desencravando a flor da vida, misteriosa, sarando alegrias incontidas, majolicamente requintada. Raposeira (consolo de quem deita ao sol brando, inebriamento). Sra. Marcis, lábios labaredas de jardins, partidas, quintais, passarinho desentranhado lembra alucinação e orvalho, asa de borboleta no ouvido esquerdo, alimentos, sim, ainda existe salvação. Sonho sangue para viver, frio nos pés descalços como se a lua de lata se encravasse de minhas sujas unhas, mesmo dados sobre coisas imaginárias, mesmo retorcidos reflexos, até que chegasse o assassino de mentes que era e sempre foi o sr. D. que disse estar puto comigo, ecoou, um rugido, porra, o que, assim aconteceu, não dói, até que então, finalmente, sinistramente a sra. Marcis abrisse o esperado e de dentro dele surgisse.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Nelson Magalhães Filho, 1981</span></div>cachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00684040284061101709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-19845859405275940202008-12-21T12:42:00.000-08:002008-12-23T04:47:18.779-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Eu e meu amigo </span><a href="http://www.devarnier.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><strong>Devarnier Hembadoom </strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">grafitamos o banheiro masculino da escola de belas artes</span></span><span style="color:#999999;"><br /></span><br /><a 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masculino da escola de belas artes</span><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmrK4IC2fsIqKVrOD-J1n8OFG16xua0MWJGFpmHfeO_8qg_9DnXkRRbJJ3egG94YR8vKe03syQs7dwM_TfoH-FFF4ejtuZ5wL_ILGNvuUGl2IqGhF6YPtFap96rnSAc5u7AC47cDcnOfuv/s1600-h/GetAttachment2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282348951262126434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmrK4IC2fsIqKVrOD-J1n8OFG16xua0MWJGFpmHfeO_8qg_9DnXkRRbJJ3egG94YR8vKe03syQs7dwM_TfoH-FFF4ejtuZ5wL_ILGNvuUGl2IqGhF6YPtFap96rnSAc5u7AC47cDcnOfuv/s400/GetAttachment2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCmJ_s1sZfYBEYXuWG0zhdtBT5RdoFvx752_mY63gxUkMpNM1dzzVGQDuueMf8aHaQkbN9uWbVeF2riqoCFztefyT44ghjTKUIGJUjK6DLHfwt2qd8eHCo3DBxkKtNxzLa3v_sGpjVc0DK/s1600-h/GetAttachment1.jpg"><img 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allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#66cccc;">Companhia dos Anjos Baldios <span style="font-size:85%;">apresenta</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#66cccc;"><strong>Carlos Osvaldo Ferreira</strong> ( o <em>Badinho</em>)<span style="font-size:85%;"> em</span></span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;">CORAÇÃO DESERTO</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#66cccc;"><em>Um vídeo de</em> <strong>Luciano Fraga e Nelson Magalhães Filho</strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;">Um homem em crise passa uma noite embaixo de uma ponte esperando um trem para seus sonhos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#66cccc;">Baseado no poema de <em><a href="http://versoseperversos.blogspot.com/">Luciano Fraga</a></em></span></span><a href="http://versoseperversos.blogspot.com/"> </a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#66cccc;">Música original e interpretação: <em>Marcão</em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;">Duração: 4:55 min</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;">Cruz das Almas, Ba. - 2006</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#66cccc;"><strong>Direção e imagens: <em><a href="http://anjobaldio.blogspot.com/">Nelson Magalhães Filho</a></em></strong></span></span>cachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00684040284061101709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-63965172144547276542008-12-17T12:01:00.000-08:002008-12-17T12:05:02.199-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rRGTdedPESyRiVRp1V-1numuW5TJOlVYvChQQfmsmTztlMlpX-zPdfC4jhIOyAM-7i6IaiFTaBdUQRoo80HkdPwif2OSIWkxox7OFKUXOX2HxX93ypUeUv3DA4-4Z9IdKkrdrqAb/s1600-h/luciano.PNG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280851957660923426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rRGTdedPESyRiVRp1V-1numuW5TJOlVYvChQQfmsmTztlMlpX-zPdfC4jhIOyAM-7i6IaiFTaBdUQRoo80HkdPwif2OSIWkxox7OFKUXOX2HxX93ypUeUv3DA4-4Z9IdKkrdrqAb/s400/luciano.PNG" border="0" /></a> Capa e ilustrações: <em><a href="http://neoartes.blogspot.com/">RUELA</a><br /></em><div></div>anjobaldiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17120455073515900754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-4690739454058190842008-12-12T15:11:00.000-08:002008-12-12T15:13:06.812-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>velvet underground</strong> - venus in furs</span></span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AwzaifhSw2c&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/AwzaifhSw2c&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>cachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00684040284061101709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-52492675949680590422008-12-11T18:07:00.000-08:002008-12-11T18:19:19.835-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiomZwUOMelPFRcZSFqX6t_rjgp5Bqt_PiPyBKMATQlP43Uzt1tg0SLdueKv5nAyR333eeqUoPxztVJqMVnsqUz4HXchL9ZFlVqQ5tt9Ox4z9xomWJvAjMcfDa1jHPNF2-h2LaZGBl6ahtK/s1600-h/lua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278721809451329890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiomZwUOMelPFRcZSFqX6t_rjgp5Bqt_PiPyBKMATQlP43Uzt1tg0SLdueKv5nAyR333eeqUoPxztVJqMVnsqUz4HXchL9ZFlVqQ5tt9Ox4z9xomWJvAjMcfDa1jHPNF2-h2LaZGBl6ahtK/s400/lua.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>lua negra diabólica da minha janela</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>roça tua pele insólita</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>de areia lambuzada tão soturna</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>com os morcegos</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>alheando-se de meu quarto</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>as feridas já são dentes crivados no corpo</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>vejo gente navegando na cinzeza</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>das ruas- gengivas rasgando a língua</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>língua colada boca-a-boca</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>as pessoas tão ocultas</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>em meu corpo lodoso das esperas roídas</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>lua negra diabólica da minha janela</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>roça tua pele insólita</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>não quero morder tua</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>boca queimando as neblinas</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>da vaguidão.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><em>Nelson Magalhães filho</em> </span></span></div>cachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00684040284061101709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-81795874723706685882008-12-11T15:11:00.000-08:002008-12-11T15:23:47.055-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ccccff;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Marina tinha vinte anos...</strong></span><br /></span></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrCREBMSdGKG9Tw__Vb8EmJJH1IYmb7VtvFUbJHt9AQG0I41kxeQNx9LdYA7vADHHhVpjuQmr3LoQygYS2nrer2f1sZisTL-HBYPzPqsTHS2u5krAjQa_vMdxE8s8BZnfHJ2iQOBBocWZv/s1600-h/Buenas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278675282498598530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrCREBMSdGKG9Tw__Vb8EmJJH1IYmb7VtvFUbJHt9AQG0I41kxeQNx9LdYA7vADHHhVpjuQmr3LoQygYS2nrer2f1sZisTL-HBYPzPqsTHS2u5krAjQa_vMdxE8s8BZnfHJ2iQOBBocWZv/s400/Buenas.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ccccff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Marina tinha vinte anos<br />e estava apaixonada<br />Seu passatempo predileto<br />era despir-se em frente<br />ao espelho<br />do seu quarto<br />Principalmente às sextas-feiras<br />quando seu amor<br />chegava de viagem<br />e ia visitá-la<br />Sedento<br />ele não demorava<br />a buliná-la<br />Pingos de chuva<br />batiam forte em sua janela<br />de vidro<br />Usando um vestido longo<br />e sem calcinhas<br />Ela encachava-se<br />de frente<br />sobre seu colo<br />Seus pelos pubianos<br />roçavam<br />suas coxas<br />"Chupa vai!", ela disse<br />Sua buceta com corte<br />à la Charles Chaplin<br />era como ele gostava...<br />Marina gemia<br />aos seus toques<br />frenéticos<br />Não demorou a penetrá-la<br />"Mete, mete..."<br />Ela era insaciável<br />"Você gosta da minha bucetinha, hein?"<br />"Adoro!"<br />"É sua"<br />"Sei..."<br />O telefone toca<br />ele atende<br />era sua ex-mulher<br />gritando, disse:<br />"Você já pagou a escola dos meninos?<br />a irmã tá me cobrando direto!"<br />Desligou<br />"Caralho!"<br />Não acreditava no que acontecia...<br />"O que foi meu amor?"<br />"Nada, nada..."<br />Leonard Cohen cantava<br />baixinho:<br />"i'm your man..."<br />A essa altura<br />incomodava-se<br />com o vinho<br />derramado aos seus pés.<br /><br /></strong></span></span>Postado por <strong>Tarcísio Buenas</strong><br /></span><br /><a href="http://lavergadelbuenas.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>http://lavergadelbuenas.blogspot.com/</strong></span></a>cachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00684040284061101709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-73208984403835243102008-12-11T14:37:00.000-08:002008-12-11T14:41:05.791-08:00<span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Bob Dylan</strong>, Love Minus Zero/No Limit</span><br /></span><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKoV1yJnqAI&hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&rel=" color1="0x3a3a3a&color2=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed>cachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00684040284061101709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-14297947322005566832008-12-06T18:11:00.000-08:002008-12-06T18:17:18.282-08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">CACHORRO RABUGENTO MORTO EM NOITE CHUVOSA</span></strong><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SXB9fMARKiw&hl=" width="425" height="349" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&rel=" color1="0xe1600f&color2=" border="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Um vídeo-poema de Nelson Magalhães Filho<br />Com </span><a href="http://priscilapimentel.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong><em>Priscila Pimentel</em></strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff9966;"><br />Direção de arte, fotografia de cena, maquiagem e figurino:<strong><em> Karla Rúbia</em></strong><br />Música: Banda Inominável<br />Poema, imagens, edição e direção de Nelson Magalhães Filho<br />Duração: 5 min<br />Salvador -Ba- 2008</span>cachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00684040284061101709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-38112759854780134922008-12-02T16:21:00.000-08:002008-12-02T16:28:28.848-08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><a href="http://samanthaabreu.blogspot.com/">SAMANTHA ABREU</a>:Nenhum Sobrevivente é Nada</span></strong><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oDZmiLiaEhU&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oDZmiLiaEhU&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><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"> Leitura de<a href="http://samanthaabreu.blogspot.com/"> Samantha Abreu </a>/ texto de Paulo Castro</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">VEJA MAIS:</span><br /><a href="http://samanthaabreu.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://samanthaabreu.blogspot.com/</span></a>cachorro rabugento morto em noite chuvosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00684040284061101709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214400918595392888.post-81765597466070995192008-11-12T03:45:00.000-08:002008-11-12T03:56:30.453-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZSCOaUQSF9zSzaVLGeGLMPrZLGXz9gF9Pwfa9FLaRgMM7YIy8Bx76VvqRFHjZhcb0XGM1_8Pu_5LttKVmrny7nAL_QuuP7Qj9ydfYpNf0dM_GZdss-9xXH66vWpNq7YvFiq5QHkYv1CU/s1600-h/015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267736142823162578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZSCOaUQSF9zSzaVLGeGLMPrZLGXz9gF9Pwfa9FLaRgMM7YIy8Bx76VvqRFHjZhcb0XGM1_8Pu_5LttKVmrny7nAL_QuuP7Qj9ydfYpNf0dM_GZdss-9xXH66vWpNq7YvFiq5QHkYv1CU/s400/015.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> Nelson Magalhães Filho. ANJOS BALDIOS, 2004, mista s/papel craft, 100X80 cm</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;">AVÔ</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Numa noite, assoviada poeira de estrelas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">meu coração vazio insistia na rua.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Vovô naquela vez não escrevia poemas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">mas vadiava todo prateado pelos becos</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">e arrancava luzes com as unhas inquietas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">das verdes paredes descascadas pela lua</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">(a noite inteira chamando chamando).</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Às vezes nos entreolhávamos numa esquina,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">eu era príncipe-felino</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">ele tinha asas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">que rasgavam o paletó mais negro</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">que a flor da morte.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Sacudia os ombros meio esquisito,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">ainda não dorme, dizia-me</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">deixe-me levá-lo para casa</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">ainda é uma criança</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">é cedo para o delírio sutil.</span></em><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff33;">Seus cabelos lambidos como os de <em>Gullar</em></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">um sapato vermelho</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff33;">vovô meio <em>dada</em></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">pendurava um brinco discreto na orelha esquerda</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">e na outra um vagalume</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">costurado com uma linha mais fina</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">que o silêncio.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">O caminho era prisioneiro dos meus dedos magros</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">(frestas cheias de calos e suor).</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Uma agonia</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">um hálito embebido de coisas noturnas,velórios</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">príncipe dos gatos bebendo nos bares.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Vovô sem barba, olhos pretamente abertos</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">nariz comprido.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Nossos corações vazios rolavam ladeiras</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">bebiam seixos no rio</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">(ontem não vi <em>Bartira </em>e o sapo ao luar).</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Naquele tempo ao céu piscava devagarinho</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">nos velhos sobrados,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">e capturávamos borboletas negras outras azuis</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">pelos postes altas horas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff33;">recitando <em>Allen Ginsberg</em>, <em>Rita Lee</em></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">sem fadiga, sem dormir dias e dias,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">não fazia tanto frio.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">(Eu tinha mandado uma carta para <em>Silvana</em>).</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Subíamos nos telhados</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">roubando o sonho que esqueciam pela manhã.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Quando chegasse em casa</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">ia ter <em>legião estrangeira</em> ou <em>a hora da estrela</em>,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">cartilhas de comunismo...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Naquele tempo eu signo de cachorro</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">outra vez adormecer todo queimado.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Ontem amei <em>Celuta</em>, ai flor!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff33;"><em>Cel </em>tem cheiro de terra molhada</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">e assim caminha levada...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Baratas chovidas pelo chão, <em>I</em>. disse:</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff33;"><em>você tá sonso, meio crisântemo</em>.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Chove pouquinho. Dragão, <em>Bach</em>,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">tenho desenhado bastante.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Som de <em>Caetano,</em> muito (dentro do peito</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">azulado de araçás). Canto sem parar.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Carinho de vampiro em I. Se eu te queimo...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Outro sonho: tava eu e...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">uma pontada de noite ameaçou minha cara,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff33;">uma noite de <em>van Gogh</em></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">carruagem espelhada cheia de folhas de mármore</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">como cisco avermelhado no olho</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">começava a chorar...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Vovô, e vovô sumia, e eu ficava triste</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">aguentando as rajadas cruas das lamparinas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">amarelas, também dançarinas amarelas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">batiam palmas de casa em casa</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">passeavam com argolas nos dentes, ossos doendo.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Com uma tesoura amolada no realejo</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">recortei um pouco daquela águae banhei a tarântula</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">feito farinha num peixe teórico.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Vovô sozinho atravessava muros e jardins</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">muito leve flutuava perdido pela cidade</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">gritava meu nome, <em>acorde</em>, toque</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">curto-circuito nas redes tortas e eu chorava</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">chorava. 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