tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603673695927182672024-03-05T21:25:36.467-08:00Ad extrafarfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-73448079337944217112011-03-21T11:27:00.000-07:002011-03-21T11:28:12.836-07:00for poetry<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WiVxJpIOuqY" frameborder="0"></iframe><div><br /></div><div>um dos melhores poemas de sempre...</div><div><br /></div><div>para mim...</div>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-73616386084728917612011-03-18T04:39:00.001-07:002011-03-18T04:43:11.635-07:00Ele<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2HMPsTBYozbqzFY4BOCynx45HWIWkEeDFtzAV80z6Uh9PdjJ7SgRMBeWEp1g42hyphenhyphenjHklbr0tEC0aBSZ6vCinf2qHhuQvg-3ow9Cqyj5DnU-oln_P0PzPcHBZ7IokaIgzjh3uQ_K7OXtIp/s1600/Henri-Cartier-Bressonhjgv.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2HMPsTBYozbqzFY4BOCynx45HWIWkEeDFtzAV80z6Uh9PdjJ7SgRMBeWEp1g42hyphenhyphenjHklbr0tEC0aBSZ6vCinf2qHhuQvg-3ow9Cqyj5DnU-oln_P0PzPcHBZ7IokaIgzjh3uQ_K7OXtIp/s400/Henri-Cartier-Bressonhjgv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585383898745718882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg0qqmhSoLG-1yWszZQESiNUL72tUWEiOhmAB6RkkiCqacWA8iWHGXODNdeZERS1r2L3Kr_TESgwSR-KcEc9dVaPTAXPyCP_isZtGIiXAfPkmAszvK5FqDC2HE0weWRpwDsWjGS6kzUNJh/s1600/Henri-Cartier-Bresson12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg0qqmhSoLG-1yWszZQESiNUL72tUWEiOhmAB6RkkiCqacWA8iWHGXODNdeZERS1r2L3Kr_TESgwSR-KcEc9dVaPTAXPyCP_isZtGIiXAfPkmAszvK5FqDC2HE0weWRpwDsWjGS6kzUNJh/s400/Henri-Cartier-Bresson12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585383667307087714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcL9KYGZhdChOARXziVRWk4k_Ozd1ijI0XMobVMfO3kd1tf_HDgtIwm9iPnq9HOM6FX7Caa4rx31zwZtkkHGAYYDCMuAA2yFabPVVth1olGizVug6U237-zkwqbDJx1U_pbHvwYXrZQB_/s1600/henri-cartier-bresson-diep.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcL9KYGZhdChOARXziVRWk4k_Ozd1ijI0XMobVMfO3kd1tf_HDgtIwm9iPnq9HOM6FX7Caa4rx31zwZtkkHGAYYDCMuAA2yFabPVVth1olGizVug6U237-zkwqbDJx1U_pbHvwYXrZQB_/s400/henri-cartier-bresson-diep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585383567170312322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxPiu7ZSI9GKAVFvx0sqShw1PqXqC0m_ayOB0TtX-9ZL1gjil9GNVkosyXzLGiBi3QARm4OWPAaxjdg-v5UBaRkgSS3OWxy_xHy9SyT4paacG5YryCeGPEoYZfEDZh-6DoQI4aqJq1kHeT/s1600/Henri+Cartier-Bresson%252C+fot%25C3%25B3grafo+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxPiu7ZSI9GKAVFvx0sqShw1PqXqC0m_ayOB0TtX-9ZL1gjil9GNVkosyXzLGiBi3QARm4OWPAaxjdg-v5UBaRkgSS3OWxy_xHy9SyT4paacG5YryCeGPEoYZfEDZh-6DoQI4aqJq1kHeT/s400/Henri+Cartier-Bresson%252C+fot%25C3%25B3grafo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585383458690623714" /></a><br />Porque ontem ela fez-me lembrá-lo... fiquei com saudades de o olhar.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >"</span></b><b style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Fotografar é colocar na mesma linha de mira a cabeça, o olho e o coração." </span></b><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Henri Cartier-Bresson)</span></i></b></span><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-6941930507972680442011-03-17T03:13:00.000-07:002011-03-17T03:34:49.846-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg-GzHXqIM3g3mQmUm8li5OsIvPnFD4com0g-_2iRN7fLeZLXr9Jx0M2_UW_2LJ-wgaaj4jQJDgY_r0JuMwR3_J8tfsewoTWsFQBSdI7jS-hQPBWfP1LH_ZEsaLT7dOmJ2BKZd4hMWElZk/s1600/jean_maze.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg-GzHXqIM3g3mQmUm8li5OsIvPnFD4com0g-_2iRN7fLeZLXr9Jx0M2_UW_2LJ-wgaaj4jQJDgY_r0JuMwR3_J8tfsewoTWsFQBSdI7jS-hQPBWfP1LH_ZEsaLT7dOmJ2BKZd4hMWElZk/s400/jean_maze.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584995368078474834" /></a><br />"Flutuo por este noante em busca dessas palavras a menos, atravessadas entre nós como um longo corredor de prisão... não te perdoo o que não soubeste saber de mim. Este noante revela-me a verdade invingada: não me perdoo o que não soube verter-te de mim."<div><br /></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Inês Pedrosa</span></i></b></div>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-14625530272274224342011-03-01T02:04:00.000-08:002011-03-01T02:12:14.046-08:00Adeus - Eugénio de Andrade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmie1JHb_AqmXs9gkGZfW-CKt6Ho0LF69vmT5HClm_1lcPBJrSiJJGylaY_9yVrQJv3HCqVK_F3uu4HXV3vSYrrbXf20tOtsjT4ng4GTdYOZchIq9k_viSq24WFZN9M-M7NsICEfMJXBI/s1600/pic2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 91px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmie1JHb_AqmXs9gkGZfW-CKt6Ho0LF69vmT5HClm_1lcPBJrSiJJGylaY_9yVrQJv3HCqVK_F3uu4HXV3vSYrrbXf20tOtsjT4ng4GTdYOZchIq9k_viSq24WFZN9M-M7NsICEfMJXBI/s400/pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579052227707188434" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 class="title"><br /></h3> Já gastámos as palavras pela rua, meu amor,<br />e o que nos ficou não chega<br />para afastar o frio de quatro paredes.<br />Gastámos tudo menos o silêncio.<br />Gastámos os olhos com o sal das lágrimas,<br />gastámos as mãos à força de as apertarmos,<br />gastámos o relógio e as pedras das esquinas<br />em esperas inúteis.<br /><br />Meto as mãos nas algibeiras e não encontro nada.<br />Antigamente tínhamos tanto para dar um ao outro;<br />era como se todas as coisas fossem minhas:<br />quanto mais te dava mais tinha para te dar.<br />Às vezes tu dizias: os teus olhos são peixes verdes.<br />E eu acreditava.<br />Acreditava,<br />porque ao teu lado<br />todas as coisas eram possíveis.<br /><br />Mas isso era no tempo dos segredos,<br />era no tempo em que o teu corpo era um aquário,<br />era no tempo em que os meus olhos<br />eram realmente peixes verdes.<br />Hoje são apenas os meus olhos.<br />É pouco mas é verdade,<br />uns olhos como todos os outros.<br /><br />Já gastámos as palavras.<br />Quando agora digo: meu amor,<br />já não se passa absolutamente nada.<br />E no entanto, antes das palavras gastas,<br />tenho a certeza<br />de que todas as coisas estremeciam<br />só de murmurar o teu nome<br />no silêncio do meu coração.<br /><br />Não temos já nada para dar.<br />Dentro de ti<br />não há nada que me peça água.<br />O passado é inútil como um trapo.<br />E já te disse: as palavras estão gastas.<br /><br />Adeus.farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-35931578676611576132011-01-20T11:26:00.000-08:002011-01-20T11:30:00.709-08:00Ouvi por aí..."- Your girlfriend is really beautiful<br /> - Thank You<br /> - Do you know she's a bird?<br /> - Nah, I never noticed that...<br /> - I mean, like... leave the monkey in the zoo... "<br /><br />!farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-78959317655095115142011-01-18T08:17:00.000-08:002011-01-18T08:19:07.767-08:00Inevitable<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qUO9ch6rWiw?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qUO9ch6rWiw?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-21220429229284882522010-10-25T07:43:00.000-07:002010-10-25T07:44:08.720-07:00Encontros LV<object width="300" height="250"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7gpz7aCLGU8?fs=1&hl=pt_BR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7gpz7aCLGU8?fs=1&hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"></embed></object>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-76154957096482930132010-10-21T06:01:00.000-07:002010-10-21T06:04:01.427-07:00Let's Get Looooooooooooooost!!!<object width="300" height="193"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mamxJa1g_OQ?fs=1&hl=pt_BR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mamxJa1g_OQ?fs=1&hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="193"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Love...farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-89584343949493838712010-10-20T10:50:00.001-07:002010-10-20T10:53:41.807-07:00Hell!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwX4S8LRpIFWbY-Et4xIfWB16SAZmXQcAkT89wntkun1w4_uAc5BVlsPqYoB8sOibIel9zugiq8QYNteiLffEXwD9lLHdXd9vUBs68GCLSfi7GiZpEM3odH49NoY5YLibD8GOoKuFBbU8Z/s1600/fellini1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwX4S8LRpIFWbY-Et4xIfWB16SAZmXQcAkT89wntkun1w4_uAc5BVlsPqYoB8sOibIel9zugiq8QYNteiLffEXwD9lLHdXd9vUBs68GCLSfi7GiZpEM3odH49NoY5YLibD8GOoKuFBbU8Z/s400/fellini1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530187698826608130" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">"Hell do I care what I look like when I feel this good<br />I'll keep on dancing..."</span></h3><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" ><br />Imagem do filme Amarcord, Fellini</span>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-78848615186443558752010-09-23T08:13:00.000-07:002010-09-23T08:14:02.843-07:00Encontros LIV<object width="500" height="306"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-qJu20do0o?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-qJu20do0o?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"></embed></object>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-53739551569100692242010-09-21T02:38:00.001-07:002010-09-21T02:38:47.835-07:00Encontros LIII<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_oMD6-6q5Y?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_oMD6-6q5Y?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Guess what?farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-15652911691260139502010-09-15T06:08:00.000-07:002010-09-15T06:12:32.860-07:00Encontros LII...But I'm still trying to make my mind up<br />Am I free or am I tied up<br /><br />I change shapes just to hide in this place but I'm still, I'm still an animal<br />Nobody knows it but me when I slip yeah I slip<br />I'm still an animal...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="500" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ilR5hUOuWk8?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ilR5hUOuWk8?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-40973284726110956642010-09-08T06:39:00.000-07:002010-09-08T07:15:19.514-07:00Encontros LI<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfg9GJEKK1AXms1L-dKMkMGAgW_wR24ZbmWamawvFieA8EYmeH3RGufhx1ULuidT-PXsT73AlWcWJ1Xh9OKf7fk-icuGzKOkshXu6efU5yjvEV_P0mnalVQ0bl-qa_kbFN3X7SuIFVD4J/s1600/2010-09-08-50690.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfg9GJEKK1AXms1L-dKMkMGAgW_wR24ZbmWamawvFieA8EYmeH3RGufhx1ULuidT-PXsT73AlWcWJ1Xh9OKf7fk-icuGzKOkshXu6efU5yjvEV_P0mnalVQ0bl-qa_kbFN3X7SuIFVD4J/s400/2010-09-08-50690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514546022784563090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span id="profile_status"><span id="status_text">"Que delícia deve ser ser-se sádica, ao descobrir o seu próprio masoquista! Morder-se a si mesma, para testar como os seus dentes são afiados."<br /><br />Henry Miller<br /></span></span>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-36760023182622680862010-07-15T03:52:00.000-07:002010-07-15T03:53:27.840-07:00You Got The Loveeeeeeeeee<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x7dMGw3uzEU&hl=pt_BR&fs=1?color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x7dMGw3uzEU&hl=pt_BR&fs=1?color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />addicted!farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-23928346939956050422010-07-07T13:07:00.000-07:002010-07-07T13:24:24.410-07:00L<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1mBsrl3hgzX9zxxmNKFmW5UGWJQ5OKqxGCt9L2zcXnz5T54IMXQgJMosvkYs8EOGqu0qSal9L0TMM74w_h5UbL2Z66jWg7kUFTXyqo0C2GAZ44Tv_nF7MyKc2zGz0KkEGjRp7dFexyLRz/s1600/espelho.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1mBsrl3hgzX9zxxmNKFmW5UGWJQ5OKqxGCt9L2zcXnz5T54IMXQgJMosvkYs8EOGqu0qSal9L0TMM74w_h5UbL2Z66jWg7kUFTXyqo0C2GAZ44Tv_nF7MyKc2zGz0KkEGjRp7dFexyLRz/s400/espelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491262814506308450" border="0" /></a><br />"-Mas esse horizonte de recepção não é o espelho? Não é sempre «aquele», a pessoa, que por natureza «é» igual a nós. Que tem sobre o nosso trabalho o olhar que nós teríamos idealmente? Já que a obra é ideal, visto que nós próprios nunca a vemos, não é? Não podemos ver...<br />Nunca sei quem sou. É preciso o «outro». Talvez seja essa ferida, essa falta do «outro».<br />-De certeza absoluta. Mas esse é o lado especulativo. De «speculum». De nós esperarmos encontrar aí alguma coisa, não é?<br />E rimo-nos outravez."<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Mafalda Ivo Cruz</span>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-79267572274150502512010-07-04T10:40:00.000-07:002010-07-04T10:46:48.266-07:00Encontros XLIX<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiiM4YcijcrIrt7UJpjo407VJCBOEq9DYsOAwiNsMi0Lf9ZgqCWoPsSLPXt4vBaJF0znqmNDEu94H1re2S0wbDaz-nVj-PL7zdBGWxGK7t0YWTDVw_Ent-4Vbh9JWLbBmdla5mPU0VRku/s1600/2010-05-17-49921.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiiM4YcijcrIrt7UJpjo407VJCBOEq9DYsOAwiNsMi0Lf9ZgqCWoPsSLPXt4vBaJF0znqmNDEu94H1re2S0wbDaz-nVj-PL7zdBGWxGK7t0YWTDVw_Ent-4Vbh9JWLbBmdla5mPU0VRku/s400/2010-05-17-49921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490108838958839282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >"Tenderness - <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">sensualidade</span>, <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">lágrimas</span>,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">selvajaria</span> [...] - são a música e o barulho ensurdecedor. O barulho não organizado que sobe do corpo em amor."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Mafalda Ivo Cruz</span>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-7957596574761332802010-07-02T01:26:00.000-07:002010-07-02T01:35:02.253-07:00Encontros XLVIII<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiUAf2nrlq6sAd35dSMf-NRV45Z7ro4rOZgaf0UTRZyQOaSvPCD7Si-HBT1mRqyH2aMGucnCJcB2waRf_R7gujhI4vvN8J4li2ZooVxlJIB72rk4336KY35SD__xzKGzXIkGnkDaGbqP-/s1600/2010-04-16-50867.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiUAf2nrlq6sAd35dSMf-NRV45Z7ro4rOZgaf0UTRZyQOaSvPCD7Si-HBT1mRqyH2aMGucnCJcB2waRf_R7gujhI4vvN8J4li2ZooVxlJIB72rk4336KY35SD__xzKGzXIkGnkDaGbqP-/s400/2010-04-16-50867.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489222685347825202" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">" Agora, não consigo pensar em nada... excepto que sou uma <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">criatura senciente</span></span> assolada pelo milagre destas águas que reflectem um mundo <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >esquecido</span>. Nas margens, as árvores inclinam-se pesadamente para o espelho baço; quando o vento sopra e sibila pelos ramos, chorarão algumas lágrimas e arrepiar-se-ão, enquanto a água rodopia. Isto <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" >sufoca-me</span>. Não há ninguém com quem possa partilhar sequer uma <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" >fracção</span> dos meus <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" >sentimentos</span>..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">in <span style="font-style: italic;">Trópico de Câncer</span>, Henry Miller</span>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-26233676128519404502010-07-01T08:58:00.000-07:002010-07-01T09:05:20.358-07:00Encontros XLVII<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9lEd5bIbbQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1?color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9lEd5bIbbQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1?color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Childhood living is easy to do<br />The things you wanted I bought them for you...<br /><br />I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie<br />I have my freedom but I don't have much time<br />Let's do some living after we die...farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-26484950809382066302010-06-19T02:23:00.000-07:002010-06-19T02:28:38.820-07:00And So It Is<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIirNQmk0XA3N44x4IVfr5-pyH-WoRmQRgBxy1CpiuSX4yatViTp6H8e-CQtlh0h94epIEydKWW3e_65lEOZfwzaAYphSs1Rwo6H1wTftZgbaL5pIqoKmaJROdLA5gY9J51SmFa-Zl9i1/s1600/tutu-7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIirNQmk0XA3N44x4IVfr5-pyH-WoRmQRgBxy1CpiuSX4yatViTp6H8e-CQtlh0h94epIEydKWW3e_65lEOZfwzaAYphSs1Rwo6H1wTftZgbaL5pIqoKmaJROdLA5gY9J51SmFa-Zl9i1/s400/tutu-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484413635833328962" border="0" /></a><br />25<br /><br />"There's a place I must go <br />There's a place I must go <br />It's not a place I have seen <br />But I’ll get there in a blue dream <br /><br />Down an ocean road <br />Past a sign that says 'good love town' <br />Into a darkness where the stars do drown <br />Where the starry me needs to be free <br /><br />And when the battle was done <br />I was promised my sun <br />But with a thousand nights gone <br />To any kingdom I run <br /><br />And when the battle was done <br />I was promised my sun <br />But with a thousand knights gone <br />To any kingdom I run <br /><br />There's a place I must go <br />There's a place I must go <br />For my heart is a child <br />That stumbles lonely for the arms of the wild <br /><br />Hear the desert sigh <br />Sing the city's lullaby <br />The giant iris of the wide blue sky <br />Showing me the way <br /><br />And when the battle was done <br />I was promised my son <br />But with a thousand knights gone <br />To any kingdom I run <br /><br />And when the battle was done <br />I was promised my son <br />But with a thousand knights gone <br />To any kingdom I run <br /><br />You know that it's time to go up, up, up, up, up <br />Had a big machine riding your shoulders <br />You know that it's time to go up, up, up, up, up <br />Had a big machine riding your shoulders <br />You know that it's time to go up, up, up, up, up <br />Had a big machine riding your shoulders"<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTHiQ_jX2cI&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTHiQ_jX2cI&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-25323559707799061242010-06-10T07:04:00.000-07:002010-06-10T07:18:27.328-07:00Encontros XLVI<object width="580" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hZlWDzFbf6c&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hZlWDzFbf6c&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"></embed></object><br /><br />But when I’m in doubt, I open my mouth<br />And words come out, words come out like<br />Baby, there’s a shark in the water<br />There’s something underneath my bed<br />Oh, please believe I said<br />Baby, there’s a shark in the water<br />I caught them barking at the moon<br />Better be soon...farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-3832171087659484432010-05-27T02:48:00.000-07:002010-05-27T02:49:24.065-07:00Encontros XLV<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXIu-OFfTMs&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXIu-OFfTMs&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />... keep me alive...farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-38255608201867607242010-05-19T02:49:00.000-07:002010-05-19T02:57:22.481-07:00Encontros XLIV<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzGzGvlKZn4&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzGzGvlKZn4&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know<br />Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean<br />Sleep in peace when day is done<br />And this old world is a new world<br />And a bold world<br />For me...farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-69670024821927199612010-05-13T11:31:00.000-07:002010-05-13T11:32:23.586-07:00Foram Cardos Foram Prosas<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><tbody><tr><td><br /></td> <td> </td> <td> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> <td>Há luz sem lume aceso<br />Mas sem amar o calor<br />À flor de um fogo preso<br />À luz do meu claro amor <br /><br />Há madressilvas aos pés<br />E águas lavam o rosto<br />Dedos que tens em rés pés<br />Oh, meu amante desposto<br /><br />Não foram poemas nem rosas<br />Que colheste do meu colo<br />Foram cardos foram prosas<br />Arrancados ao meu solo<br /><br />Porque tu que ainda me queres<br />O amor que ainda fazemos<br />Dá-me um sinal se puderes<br />Sejamos amantes supremos<br /><br />Será sempre a subir<br />Ao cimo de ti<br />Só para te sentir<br />Será do alto de mim<br />Que um corpo só<br />Exalta o seu fim <br /><br />Não foram poemas nem rosas<br />Que colheste do meu colo<br />Foram cardos foram prosas<br />Arrancados ao meu solo <br /><br />porque tu que ainda me queres<br />O amor que ainda fazemos<br />Dá-me um sinal se puderes<br />Sejamos amantes supremos <br /><br />Será sempre a subir<br />Ao cimo de ti<br />Só para te sentir<br />Será do alto de mim<br />Que um corpo só<br />Exalta o seu fim. . .<br /><br />__________________________<br /><br />Miguel Esteves Cardoso<br />Ricardo Camacho<br />(1981) </td></tr></tbody></table>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-5381410718674438242010-04-19T06:32:00.000-07:002010-04-19T06:33:24.474-07:00Encontros XLIII<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VMGq_6GouyI&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VMGq_6GouyI&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460367369592718267.post-71057028280486549282010-04-16T08:22:00.000-07:002010-04-16T08:23:47.495-07:00Encontros XLII<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YEvVIgCm1zg&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YEvVIgCm1zg&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781372740402423429noreply@blogger.com0