tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210464072024-03-19T18:20:16.277+00:00BLUE MOLESKIN(a minha pele de toupeira azul)bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.comBlogger512125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-84123415544623524732010-03-16T21:38:00.004+00:002010-03-16T22:17:14.631+00:00<object height="321" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jApSdVH-AAM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jApSdVH-AAM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="321" width="400"></embed></object><br /><object height="321" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Cj_5s35jdw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Cj_5s35jdw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="321" width="400"></embed></object><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://www.absoluteastronomy.com/topics/Owen_Pallett"><b>owen pallett</b></a>, por <i><a href="http://theyshootmusic.at/posts/Final_Fantasy">they shoot music</a></i></span></span></div>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-48589641595625006182010-03-14T19:04:00.005+00:002010-03-15T21:22:30.025+00:00<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="">nenhum lugar após o outro<br />casebres barracas taludes secretárias vazias<br />busco a paragem não tenho tempo de respirar<br />nas mãos pesam-me os cadernos curvam-se-me as omoplatas<br />folhas sem mácula estreitam-me a faringe<br />imprimem-me no colo o seu esqueleto cravam radículas e eu<br />para me libertar componho fonogramas<br />outras vezes visualizo<br />pequenas tábuas escurecidas com tintas a óleo imagino-me<br />sentada na asa de uma sombra de pincel na boca<br />as mãos sujas de pigmentos<br />azul de Prússia<br />rosa cal<br />terra de Siena queimada<br />sanguínea<br />imobilizo-me observo-te em crescente distância<br />não sei como remover estorvos<br />componho o vestido desgasto-me<br />circular tão circular não digo o que sinto<br />não quero escrever não quero recomeçar<br />não quero prosseguir estrada fora ainda.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi19OWn8zKxDMclmNCCXs7BMJCCvPm82ZAbq5aABcoDKx-_NdJST2TtTrpi8jWsOoYyJH0t_o0ERALgwfJDaoPIPpPaaDQFBapSiWUerZwNwHBFI6oKWonolj6OhTKWu0Ga0b-l/s1600-h/DSC05903aaa.jpg"><img style="width: 400px; height: 837px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448567709546158802" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi19OWn8zKxDMclmNCCXs7BMJCCvPm82ZAbq5aABcoDKx-_NdJST2TtTrpi8jWsOoYyJH0t_o0ERALgwfJDaoPIPpPaaDQFBapSiWUerZwNwHBFI6oKWonolj6OhTKWu0Ga0b-l/s800/DSC05903aaa.jpg" border="0" /></a>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-18844631293260421312010-02-15T18:49:00.002+00:002010-02-15T18:51:34.193+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNeu7vNtbeoqHBiVYvj2Cee4pzJrbc1yjtfMqcdvrwGZH4uNXTbq5UWTU1YoeR6G54sbjQjwkWduKYIFGbF3yDLoNwkneH8vvK1oW2OJ4ETjvEZxrb5mDDaF0_1j5QB1JZxF_/s1600-h/lake.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNeu7vNtbeoqHBiVYvj2Cee4pzJrbc1yjtfMqcdvrwGZH4uNXTbq5UWTU1YoeR6G54sbjQjwkWduKYIFGbF3yDLoNwkneH8vvK1oW2OJ4ETjvEZxrb5mDDaF0_1j5QB1JZxF_/s400/lake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438544492470273874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">© filipa júlio <span style="font-style: italic;">in</span> <a href="http://espiralmedula.blogspot.com/2010/02/should-never-have-left-crystal-lake-for.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">espiral medula</span></a></span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-71419410538299431462010-02-10T06:35:00.008+00:002010-02-10T13:33:29.404+00:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">um outro lugar um primeiro movimento</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">sigo nauseada pelo dorso das encostas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">chego cedo partira mais cedo ainda</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">encaminho as crianças pela ladeira</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">desemboco lá no alto na praça</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">rodo a chave no portão prometo-me uma mesa de autópsia</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">um caderno em branco uma vista sobre a avenida um dicionário</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">uma biblioteca no colégio escuso-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">tropeço nas tabelas nos requisitos nos procedimentos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">desenho atendo o telefone acorro a reuniões</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">é certo que quase me esgotam desculpo-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">galgo o fim de tarde na pressa do regresso</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">ofegante aspiro ao embalo perdido da locomotiva</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">cerro por instantes as pálpebras um micro-sono interior</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">insulto em surdina as viaturas em excesso de velocidade</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">corro até à paragem escorrego</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">um destes dias torço o salto do sapato</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">sem tempo para um ponto de vista para lá da passadeira</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">das poças de água sujas pelos tubos de escape da luz do semáforo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">penso nos compassos nas travessas e linhas de ferro</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">não mais cosem sulcos nas colinas</span> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">ao longo dos meandros do rio</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">por instantes sou um peixe mergulho</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">todos os dias revejo as instruções</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">partir em caso de emergência</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">procurar a parede mestra reunir os filhos esperar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">a queda dos sarrafos dos alvéolos de cimento armado das tijoleiras</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">suster o fôlego até à réplica indiferente contar até cinquenta</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">até à próxima ajuda humanitária até ao próximo herói contar até cem</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">em caso de pandemia reter a respiração</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">evitar a micropulverização do vírus ditar quarentenas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">colocar a máscara aguardar a vez esperar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">em caso de crise suster o emprego ser flexível</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">não reclamar dos turnos extensos das cadeiras e salas vazias</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">há salas empregados e trabalho em excesso</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">queixam-se empresários de que os asfixiam</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">que façam fila na paróquia na organização não governamental na associação</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">que não contraiam empréstimos nem gozem férias tropicais</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">que vivam afinal as suas pequenas vidas enquanto na televisão asseguram</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">a salvaguarda das paredes do hemiciclo </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">os hospitais as escolas a cidade ruirão mas elas não</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">serão o garante do sistema o abrigo da democracia</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">todos os dias revejo as instruções</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">em caso de emergência</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">saber como não partir descobrir o esteio</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">prender-me à ramada às terras férteis do aluvião</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">subir à praça em surdina trautear compassos até à canção</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">a plenos pulmões a harmonia efémera o risco que me tragam o poema.</span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-63133449131222276542010-01-17T11:03:00.006+00:002010-01-17T12:17:32.525+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVBjHiJI2cTxe4dpvveWf6RUXbCoBpMNqdmM8bMDJvTbdemBMjr73eUZ9nFGagex8cXCVN7V0K0F6HGxbHsJ1dnwF8LKEXeCHBAi13yX3XM44qrdTO3cf11ebKDlK0-TVFzjs/s1600-h/tumblr_2007_04_22.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 535px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVBjHiJI2cTxe4dpvveWf6RUXbCoBpMNqdmM8bMDJvTbdemBMjr73eUZ9nFGagex8cXCVN7V0K0F6HGxbHsJ1dnwF8LKEXeCHBAi13yX3XM44qrdTO3cf11ebKDlK0-TVFzjs/s800/tumblr_2007_04_22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427674985655884882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">© pedro tudela <span style="font-style: italic;">in</span> <a href="http://ptud.tumblr.com/page/16">I me...mo I</a></span><br /><br /><br />encosto-me na ombreira de alumínio<br />um néon distancia-me do bulício observo<br />trajectórias de ausências céleres como balas perdidas<br />atento se me derrubam logo me levanto<br />um morto-vivo um corvo arfante um cisne negro<br />aliso penas distribuo-as por poemas<br />capturo-as em ecrãs de cristais líquidos<br />nada por revelar<br />diante de nós um percurso sobre estacas<br />uma manhã de inverno<br />atento se me traga o vazio<br />logo me levanto atento<br />se me enlaças<br />as falanges<br />a arcada do torso<br />o sexo.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-15271050640004476482010-01-07T06:02:00.000+00:002010-01-07T09:06:46.229+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5R-o-7lcE2Bcgxv4FcJ54TzgjcK9UIwUPArw3eKyqasPKgydmd5x1ef_JfDBffdzZr-xDOHnWsSVuJ6agQklyhTnV7PU65oQby2ueSdzvwPfJ20M_MqdQNJ3NnbJgaMUre8K/s1600-h/DrGicaIMG_1390-a-1-blog.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423920910436952370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5R-o-7lcE2Bcgxv4FcJ54TzgjcK9UIwUPArw3eKyqasPKgydmd5x1ef_JfDBffdzZr-xDOHnWsSVuJ6agQklyhTnV7PU65oQby2ueSdzvwPfJ20M_MqdQNJ3NnbJgaMUre8K/s400/DrGicaIMG_1390-a-1-blog.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyhbYGDJofQwvc4tHNX-tRFxP8ptqVb7CJm45FGIhSGe_2JX76XeQzHKAEvgWR2f5AKeyQZZUb6Rlw0X8pkkzXufQ8rN2tpWaretP17lDNKhFDlfjfy1qwNhhmhUDIpnGH4Kl3/s1600-h/DrGicaIMG_1390-a-1-blog.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><strong>DrGica</strong> <em>in</em> </span><a href="http://pescadanumero5.blogspot.com/2010/01/serie-nd-6.html"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">pescada nº5</span></a>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-78897619416678326332010-01-04T22:21:00.003+00:002010-01-04T22:51:44.520+00:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">tento afastar-me iludir impressões químicas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">um gesto atrás do outro uma pulsão sobre o diafragma</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">abro as mãos em concha sobre os olhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">coloco-as na extremidade do ouvido</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">uma corneta acústica para lá da massa da paisagem</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">determino depressões profundidades atmosféricas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">emergindo de uma caixa cega onde reservo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">pontos de fuga</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">poeiras que lembram o estio</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">socorrendo-me de palavras para um poema de ano novo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">como quando dizes</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">o teu cabelo curto ao atravessares o bairro das oliveiras</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">o pano que cobre a tua pele o mar da palha.</span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-21826748615759821542009-12-25T10:51:00.006+00:002009-12-25T11:01:03.963+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEn-4Q_64CvKs1CXT9KJiiuFpjsIfRr-knIz2mPeHjCZJP2oo7uUkit8AU7e8hyphenhyphenxpNtXxkLZEHoxmfhmwEpT024l56NhzXtHSaP3M2FogqWqpM6P5rCL19v3fIqcHPw9sS4QYn/s1600-h/tumblr_kuefj5H0c41qzvz45o1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 534px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEn-4Q_64CvKs1CXT9KJiiuFpjsIfRr-knIz2mPeHjCZJP2oo7uUkit8AU7e8hyphenhyphenxpNtXxkLZEHoxmfhmwEpT024l56NhzXtHSaP3M2FogqWqpM6P5rCL19v3fIqcHPw9sS4QYn/s800/tumblr_kuefj5H0c41qzvz45o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419125940068697394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">© pedro tudela </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >in</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://ptud.tumblr.com/">I me...mo I</a></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">agora, vou tratar dos acompanhamentos do perú, da maçã com limão, açúcar amarelo e canela que, no forno, estufará sob a massa de areia, do pudim do abade e das garrafas de porca de murça.<br />tudo para receber os que estarão presentes.<br /><br />quanto aos ausentes, reservo-vos, desde sempre, um lugar no coração.</span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-65622620039971842652009-12-21T23:50:00.002+00:002009-12-21T23:52:22.975+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMDR5u-gT9AgOHlwx0tvKZSsJRv6CtDZMMPY67mE-X2PvAV-pfiqdKn8TwAs8mCtFcSxQmMBYAjPKVEnubB5C05VWizhBFrec7odQbEbexDb62KWPNVhktFFwEeioFa5DhAYnB/s1600-h/DSC05075a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 476px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMDR5u-gT9AgOHlwx0tvKZSsJRv6CtDZMMPY67mE-X2PvAV-pfiqdKn8TwAs8mCtFcSxQmMBYAjPKVEnubB5C05VWizhBFrec7odQbEbexDb62KWPNVhktFFwEeioFa5DhAYnB/s800/DSC05075a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417841323068638242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">(caneta sobre papel, dezembro 2009)</span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-19173379435313819332009-12-12T00:56:00.003+00:002009-12-12T01:04:31.892+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJx4SAxh34t6Prc7ksmwQwI9tPSIHcPqE2JPyJ4QRae9fgH8-zwgmOQSLQ5DswF9kjXOuvCuK1qQxcM-xm2-t5aS-Ka31ffr67I7KQ9hJ1-dmBAHnxmS70P1HgvC1kosD74hOt/s1600-h/DSC05076a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJx4SAxh34t6Prc7ksmwQwI9tPSIHcPqE2JPyJ4QRae9fgH8-zwgmOQSLQ5DswF9kjXOuvCuK1qQxcM-xm2-t5aS-Ka31ffr67I7KQ9hJ1-dmBAHnxmS70P1HgvC1kosD74hOt/s400/DSC05076a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414149245087185666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlJ-usppaOa19r4LmWRUvB23UFHk4IWMsbY2632c5fDpbk8SJT9tLcSGfwJmXoeenMTOJZ_HbgTJF_Xg-6qhSUZ7TAoNhQ3QrC8piulZnhysnEYmJ3DJ13Ab3KCVPhWJ8Uouu/s1600-h/DSC05076.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlJ-usppaOa19r4LmWRUvB23UFHk4IWMsbY2632c5fDpbk8SJT9tLcSGfwJmXoeenMTOJZ_HbgTJF_Xg-6qhSUZ7TAoNhQ3QrC8piulZnhysnEYmJ3DJ13Ab3KCVPhWJ8Uouu/s400/DSC05076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414147623143254594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">(novembro 2009</span>)</span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-2242554567789078932009-11-23T22:25:00.007+00:002009-11-23T22:46:19.644+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyyCrYsf35T7nLvSaJ2B2KfQDZaF9wvUPunDNimdGtC27Wn0pbHpwK84JhHf0IVgHNEVtp2mvYo04FgdBqXTXK6rm-A4OZhRMxmaQ25Ef3xmMOB4TEPy_Z-rHWJqZWZ6Ta34e/s1600/asahi-pentax_01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyyCrYsf35T7nLvSaJ2B2KfQDZaF9wvUPunDNimdGtC27Wn0pbHpwK84JhHf0IVgHNEVtp2mvYo04FgdBqXTXK6rm-A4OZhRMxmaQ25Ef3xmMOB4TEPy_Z-rHWJqZWZ6Ta34e/s400/asahi-pentax_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407433345136310098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">asahi pentax.</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-9140262171607890942009-11-17T23:30:00.006+00:002009-11-18T00:35:13.475+00:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">domar o incómodo reajustar a maquilhagem</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">o aperto de circunstância </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">nas relações contratuais ser o próximo assalariado sê-lo com </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">diligência transparência ensejo </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">assegurar o cumprimento da missão</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">reanimar activos moribundos ah um amor moderno é esse assim</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">do tipo que tem uma cozinha ikea</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">uma rede social em cada tecla </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">tarefas executadas com eficácia e presteza</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">as crianças no colégio os <span style="font-style: italic;">leasing</span>s garantidos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">as compras do mês asseguradas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ah um amor moderno o meu </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">distrai-se coitado agita-se crédulo </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">contradiz-se pensa que vestir no dia da <span style="font-style: italic;">vernissage </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">como lhe ficaria bem um par de sapatos vermelhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ser Dorothy no tabuado da galeria</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">um bolso de recensões literárias</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ah um amor moderno cheio de culpa contemporânea.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-45525954343563295522009-11-16T19:54:00.004+00:002009-11-16T19:57:34.049+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHK-5qVEUeqD-28OZbF06mRoOwJ6HhIwWkqjV10JjXxsUhoOCrRRHifIYxl4NU1QjmW9L4iTgMVHIgdFYD_8RpEnnPvXAkPSFZTPSg43oVKR-mZY5MxqMJ_JoOw-BZMVeHMTb/s1600/DSC04599.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 504px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHK-5qVEUeqD-28OZbF06mRoOwJ6HhIwWkqjV10JjXxsUhoOCrRRHifIYxl4NU1QjmW9L4iTgMVHIgdFYD_8RpEnnPvXAkPSFZTPSg43oVKR-mZY5MxqMJ_JoOw-BZMVeHMTb/s800/DSC04599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404792571348892434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQh4mHvV_K58C15241RdK5kIqyvFwZQgwqRwhF-7IuJZTSThdTbcbDdNYYJ-QyFJNCXRIar1D9pZ7Trfjs0V2I5vqaHO-Qo583cj5jXLxSydmD6AZksQcYUgee4IaeStvYGWvw/s1600/DSC04597a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 633px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQh4mHvV_K58C15241RdK5kIqyvFwZQgwqRwhF-7IuJZTSThdTbcbDdNYYJ-QyFJNCXRIar1D9pZ7Trfjs0V2I5vqaHO-Qo583cj5jXLxSydmD6AZksQcYUgee4IaeStvYGWvw/s800/DSC04597a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404792425215952162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">(caneta sobre papel, novembro 2009)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">as mulheres que, em breve, deixarei de poder desenhar, no comboio.</span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-78638800845201084442009-11-10T09:58:00.000+00:002009-11-10T10:00:20.964+00:00<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAm9Kk8xhUk&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAm9Kk8xhUk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />© carlos júlio</span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-29174199932618853962009-11-02T19:42:00.003+00:002009-11-02T22:02:14.795+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3He0EUizPqGfPppKreyhvvlQvQURR2523IORfv8V6nZPX7rnriSGVz0mgm7qLE1fhlNAF1FRzJc8vprReEqxMjyTlZmOUi_c_NzT8TlcXKV6ZNZe3qDc80I2l_6sF1jzri3wX/s1600-h/convite_3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3He0EUizPqGfPppKreyhvvlQvQURR2523IORfv8V6nZPX7rnriSGVz0mgm7qLE1fhlNAF1FRzJc8vprReEqxMjyTlZmOUi_c_NzT8TlcXKV6ZNZe3qDc80I2l_6sF1jzri3wX/s400/convite_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399594162518520018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong style="font-family: arial;"><br />O viajante</strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">O viajante é um projecto multidisciplinar, centrado no cruzamento de diversas leituras fotográficas de um romance de Italo Calvino, </span><strong style="font-family: arial;">Se Numa Noite de Inverno Um Viajante</strong><span style="font-family: arial;">. Nele, Calvino propõe construir um romance a partir de diferentes começos, fragmentos narrativos que conduzem o leitor a lugares distintos, construindo tipologias que organiza segundo categorias que funcionam numa lógica simbólica e interpretativa que vai da névoa, da atmosfera ao apocalipse.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">A viagem é um tema eminentemente fotográfico e o fotógrafo tem sido, desde o início, um viajante, um observador e uma testemunha. Alguém que se desloca e ao deslocar-se altera o seu ponto de vista. As fotografias resultantes são fragmentos, vistas parciais, possibilidades de ponto de vista que nos dizem do lugar do fotógrafo e do que tinha em frente; não nos dizem nada. Mas são todas potenciais narrativos e por isso, quando se cruzam com o espectador, dizem tudo. Esta ambiguidade, que a natureza da fotografia lhe empresta, torna-a num instrumento privilegiado para pensar a nossa relação com o mundo, e construir a nossa própria narrativa. Tal como a pintura, a fotografia é </span><em style="font-family: arial;">una</em><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><em style="font-family: arial;">cosa mentale</em><span style="font-family: arial;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">O que se apresenta é uma rede organizada a partir de um conjunto de pontos de vista de diferentes observadores-leitores-fotógrafos construídos a partir das possibilidades narrativas propostas por Calvino e esta rede é tecida a partir de leituras deste núcleo inicial envolvendo diversas práticas artísticas da palavra à escrita, do som à performance, da pintura ao vídeo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">O viajante é uma experiência colectiva proposta aos sentidos do leitor-espectador. Não por acaso, o romance começa numa estação de caminho de ferro…</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Francisco Feio </span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-15979307672451742592009-10-31T16:01:00.001+00:002009-10-31T16:03:27.765+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwP9W26iPJ5sFSJeF00S4QvVqDNe-zHBlV5Nz2kaN40fzPG6zCWeU4NToaqP5H2-08kvIEgXtS_58ByiFONPZaxeYZvfFee6tFxe8q8Z4JIm6vbQ_G59nBIq6JJcN-xALH5qq/s1600-h/agrafo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwP9W26iPJ5sFSJeF00S4QvVqDNe-zHBlV5Nz2kaN40fzPG6zCWeU4NToaqP5H2-08kvIEgXtS_58ByiFONPZaxeYZvfFee6tFxe8q8Z4JIm6vbQ_G59nBIq6JJcN-xALH5qq/s400/agrafo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398795282188822338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >© agrafo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">que bom tê-lo de volta <a href="http://agrafo.net/">aqui</a></span></span>.bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-12756003597118102062009-10-20T22:10:00.001+01:002009-11-02T22:04:26.952+00:00<span><span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lLu5i_GXiPexRSDzcadJqSaMXIVk_-S17KM2IUac6RFDYHjHNwF3ra7aFerBFDdKXAwcCoKE2LkYEnaAmEUzCZekisQ50kG3XkNkysPWm-Qpd7m-UZ2aEQHrZlVosUz4rsBV/s1600-h/DSC04394_a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lLu5i_GXiPexRSDzcadJqSaMXIVk_-S17KM2IUac6RFDYHjHNwF3ra7aFerBFDdKXAwcCoKE2LkYEnaAmEUzCZekisQ50kG3XkNkysPWm-Qpd7m-UZ2aEQHrZlVosUz4rsBV/s400/DSC04394_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394791690297450466" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >chego tarde evito a quarentena dos aflitos</span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style=""> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">arrumo o quarto a secretária os elos os sobressaltos a crónica da anemia</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">aliso a cervical de esguelha observo quem se aproxima</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">no mouth no neck no rest</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">observo raparigas que lêem</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">hoje uma caiu nos braços de um rapaz tranquilo amparámo-la até chegar o INEM</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">a gabardine do revisor protegeu-a quando chovia</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">ao atravessar o cais para a praça de táxis</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">revejo a imagem de um outro rapaz que lia Virginia Woolf apoiado</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">no estofo azul dos bancos da locomotiva</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">tem agora os pés salgados pela água do estuário</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">levado por um rio de prata por peixes estranhos</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">por tantas melodias e eu</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">desenho estruturas metálicas pontes passadiços plataformas</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">desenho raparigas que lêem nos transportes públicos desmaio</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">ultrapasso os condicionalismos da minha mobilidade</span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">não tenho carta nem rota<br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">a linha imaginária entre dois estratos em silêncio.</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-nTPAmq2k0CuLSqy1aEaFQTaK8ugQEwFJv-tZBv_sZRp4t5Xn2-iFgJjXu5frkC7ufZhVo2gD78P4NRW9oheI4FOwXuld-z-KYTLxQ4EVtG8SgRiDFtB-g4eoNtkv1otI1Y7/s1600-h/DSC04394_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 531px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-nTPAmq2k0CuLSqy1aEaFQTaK8ugQEwFJv-tZBv_sZRp4t5Xn2-iFgJjXu5frkC7ufZhVo2gD78P4NRW9oheI4FOwXuld-z-KYTLxQ4EVtG8SgRiDFtB-g4eoNtkv1otI1Y7/s800/DSC04394_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394792097473556466" border="0" /></a></p></span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-60320343687859817502009-10-13T13:18:00.018+01:002009-11-11T18:05:30.665+00:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">pilhas de livros no chão da livraria na mesa no balcão</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br />uma cave onde se alojam volumes e segredos</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br />longe da montra sobre a rua face a face</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br />uma casa de brinquedo um conto de reis </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">uma resma de livros</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"> nos dedos manchados de tinta.</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br /><br />já passa das dezanove encerras o escritório</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br />antes de subir contaras</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br />geométricos azuis-bébé verdes-retrete azulejos</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"> polidos<br />o aleatório visual transformado em pauta no córtex do dia</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br />contaras depois as horas os estalidos do isqueiro os requerimentos as alocuções</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br />as mudanças de tonalidade no céu colhido pela janela basculante</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br />observaras os rolos de fumo acumulados na massa de ar do compartimento</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br />atribuíras-lhes palavras um jogo mas</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br />adormecida fica a máquina de escrever agora que se foram o sócio e a secretária</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br />os lances de degraus atravessam-se no sentido contrário e</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br /><br />num sopro de laca o Outono varre a cidade<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">da penumbra dos cedros do Líbano às folhas de carvalho</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br />que crianças perseguem no saibro vermelho.</span><br /><br /><div style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHncY4BTN3fiBAjflF95IgxP-c-Dhe5MK2rtyFk0_bh6UgZojmrxjTCd00cqPfUsmBPPhrZSHvLLehyphenhyphenElijsK5VNFhVZOxnFDRg6x0DGAVOhelPvnc5uC1vRJp8bTQo5vhIBcy/s1600-h/tumblr_koqj8qn1qj1qzvz45o1_400.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 533px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392063288574057394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHncY4BTN3fiBAjflF95IgxP-c-Dhe5MK2rtyFk0_bh6UgZojmrxjTCd00cqPfUsmBPPhrZSHvLLehyphenhyphenElijsK5VNFhVZOxnFDRg6x0DGAVOhelPvnc5uC1vRJp8bTQo5vhIBcy/s800/tumblr_koqj8qn1qj1qzvz45o1_400.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">©</span> <a href="http://ptud.tumblr.com/"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">pedro tudela<br /></span></a></span></span></div><br /></div>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-61712888329771179912009-10-06T22:19:00.007+01:002009-10-07T17:50:40.206+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">sentimental tão sentimental hoje</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">morreram Mercedes </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">G. Harrison </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Brel </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">não sinto a falta de Lennon aliás nem sabia que sentiria a de G. Harrison </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">se hoje não tivesse despertado ao som que R. atribuira à sua crónica </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">frente a frente com a morte às cinco e meia da manhã</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">uma morte estranha</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">nada geracional</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">apenas mortos aqueles para quem olhara achando que</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">um dia vestiria um casaco de veludo <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">glam rock</span> teria</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">um namorado de vasta cabeleira para dançar o <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">slow</span> numa festa de garagem</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">longas pestanas botas brancas mini-saia </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">um dia de liberdade por certo sentimental </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">tão sentimental.</span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-49644970472199824152009-10-03T13:49:00.006+01:002009-10-03T13:53:31.949+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_JnnuXmaAs9R-CFAFfhSxiSxWSKXlwRmMy17G5-tBpq6bkXITN1-6G4EFQ1hKEky7koOWd19PDeZS4pvj8BeUVS6JDdAl6EXOJE2ZvbVEc5uJANSPlUNIugn84TnWDFOFMgcs/s1600-h/DSC04315a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIUIv_QUebUBcpgwUCfP7MmXBmJ2326Kla6hIE2Nskf3dmlX9q7eT5qqNKXwqCTtcibYSekIQEvGzAeiS55B604PrfM311XnRglxDFPeW22GLjeAN4mv9Rw0Vcyz4xj3Xn3y2/s400/DSC04314a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388355101659153394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">(caneta sobre papel, setembro 2009)</span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-69962288990128492472009-09-30T22:59:00.005+01:002009-09-30T23:03:06.744+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_fdoif5QYRpvueyFAAUVeLNwtxbDjO-pXjLXyqGXtjzr7rLTUWOW7YreoKhqs-3hJfP6qZqrwUkGcmtIdSLhq8taQeaI6AQNmrWZP69bVvUctsCluaxH0Mpo5J9XkzDbNdmL2/s1600-h/DSC04312ab.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 744px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_fdoif5QYRpvueyFAAUVeLNwtxbDjO-pXjLXyqGXtjzr7rLTUWOW7YreoKhqs-3hJfP6qZqrwUkGcmtIdSLhq8taQeaI6AQNmrWZP69bVvUctsCluaxH0Mpo5J9XkzDbNdmL2/s800/DSC04312ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387383963521842642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gJ9fokQOOWfZvN9paxFk_8C8eAF4TI5He8InReoJLMyVILk_WJDzKapgQYCM-oza7uU_K2izDu2qaQ5JmGVhNrJtxmtkqgvkvd3pSHUC-18CUHVQZOUpD5aZKEokfN0vQbPD/s1600-h/DSC04312aa1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gJ9fokQOOWfZvN9paxFk_8C8eAF4TI5He8InReoJLMyVILk_WJDzKapgQYCM-oza7uU_K2izDu2qaQ5JmGVhNrJtxmtkqgvkvd3pSHUC-18CUHVQZOUpD5aZKEokfN0vQbPD/s400/DSC04312aa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387383844901188146" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">(caneta sobre papel, setembro 2009)</span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-55727361228079441692009-09-28T23:50:00.000+01:002009-09-28T23:51:08.948+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvN3hKmDLgXEy7ie22IgxS2jV5jmjZ2xStN333WFik_5zt6oa8O-A6HarYwz4_iEooWessYzZFVkl1AXAPgmNbEn-RBPH8f98bEOeS8owE-WKH_vplGMVvsUltKQjbaqwcBno/s1600-h/DSC03143r.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvN3hKmDLgXEy7ie22IgxS2jV5jmjZ2xStN333WFik_5zt6oa8O-A6HarYwz4_iEooWessYzZFVkl1AXAPgmNbEn-RBPH8f98bEOeS8owE-WKH_vplGMVvsUltKQjbaqwcBno/s400/DSC03143r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365449025000716066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">(caneta rotring sobre papel, 1985)</span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-59782451226897697562009-09-26T01:19:00.011+01:002009-09-26T01:45:47.612+01:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://anaturezadomal.blogspot.com/2009/09/agenbite-of-inwit.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:arial;">no domingo de manhã somos todos verdadeiramente iguais.</span></span></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://anaturezadomal.blogspot.com/2009/09/agenbite-of-inwit.html"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></a></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">luís januário, n'<a href="http://anaturezadomal.blogspot.com/">a natureza do mal</a></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHW0a0xaPVrpDYJ1ipg0oWtnwI_VYiiwkOf9FSurRpP3RU87NwrOOIsVlfrtmXSdao2zFqBxL1XpNcStBOqagtIIzbSjaFZ90OpmdTaWgCyaICyd12ZPu2a84OBIL73cXRMta0/s1600-h/rapariga_000.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 450px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHW0a0xaPVrpDYJ1ipg0oWtnwI_VYiiwkOf9FSurRpP3RU87NwrOOIsVlfrtmXSdao2zFqBxL1XpNcStBOqagtIIzbSjaFZ90OpmdTaWgCyaICyd12ZPu2a84OBIL73cXRMta0/s800/rapariga_000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385567524154983266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://anaturezadomal.blogspot.com/2009/09/agenbite-of-inwit.html"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></a></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-67984102741635962752009-09-24T22:39:00.009+01:002009-09-24T23:20:23.441+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0B2CLY466u_fwF6EdBTFbZjVWCsdLhiGChuqybU5LlpUWJr4kW4aFTnjEYk37aWfzNRBgZ5W8EdUsLUoLoNSq4CSU1F0pTo6EDvj8fVWJ835bGCaRq5MBgnZm6A6v1z3S9zg/s1600-h/DSC04293b1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0B2CLY466u_fwF6EdBTFbZjVWCsdLhiGChuqybU5LlpUWJr4kW4aFTnjEYk37aWfzNRBgZ5W8EdUsLUoLoNSq4CSU1F0pTo6EDvj8fVWJ835bGCaRq5MBgnZm6A6v1z3S9zg/s400/DSC04293b1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385152316441413746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8UOUs12bq778j3QZS0p7Sx7PYTOEAhD5hVbBsROwZd3DaCvzgZ4clr1j_7iENO0mEA3qp2UtAsZMpg6RQ4Wwu1TIJYqmJMs9gPrYjkpvTLvaa917P4NUBWvi2Xm_jw0-p4TGh/s1600-h/DSC04293b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8UOUs12bq778j3QZS0p7Sx7PYTOEAhD5hVbBsROwZd3DaCvzgZ4clr1j_7iENO0mEA3qp2UtAsZMpg6RQ4Wwu1TIJYqmJMs9gPrYjkpvTLvaa917P4NUBWvi2Xm_jw0-p4TGh/s400/DSC04293b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385152139339848258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqa0puxoOjFQ_HpeqCd4uAjLnYXyDFZ7Q18i5C0xg5RbK69rwupeY0buYY6VrXKodcM0JiEi0itO13CvRiwaiyiTVWHzXbnI4xyTMB_0T1uzkZjeZOSXkq8y2o4eV4mI5YS9l/s1600-h/DSC04293a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqa0puxoOjFQ_HpeqCd4uAjLnYXyDFZ7Q18i5C0xg5RbK69rwupeY0buYY6VrXKodcM0JiEi0itO13CvRiwaiyiTVWHzXbnI4xyTMB_0T1uzkZjeZOSXkq8y2o4eV4mI5YS9l/s400/DSC04293a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385151974966794770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">(caneta sobre papel, setembro 2009)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" >o reflexo da rapariga no comboio, como ele é.</span><br /></span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21046407.post-37760313298273400212009-09-24T22:38:00.001+01:002009-09-24T23:03:09.132+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjvdsl_aKRgqQHk-FYArky8vHbHVGApZv9Kq_hzY_IuYhzfhyphenhypheno8ZlgnFIdsWshEwD6IlbZHkNLAFVQfSU4A9FkjmXoRJq8Qi0-joW6aG7fHeNoUbw0IqlGOqMjQmEZF0dulyi/s1600-h/xxx42.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjvdsl_aKRgqQHk-FYArky8vHbHVGApZv9Kq_hzY_IuYhzfhyphenhypheno8ZlgnFIdsWshEwD6IlbZHkNLAFVQfSU4A9FkjmXoRJq8Qi0-joW6aG7fHeNoUbw0IqlGOqMjQmEZF0dulyi/s400/xxx42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385156985584638514" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://pescadanumero5.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_08.html"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">© cj</span></span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://kriller71.blogspot.com/2009/09/como-siempre-voy-identificar-este.html"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">aqui</span></a>, em espanhol.</span></span>bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15479692772797306463noreply@blogger.com0