tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38500259450197815552024-03-05T17:45:00.072-08:00Sonho de AAnAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532168445405215473noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850025945019781555.post-24753250197818012132008-06-25T06:21:00.000-07:002008-06-25T06:22:27.997-07:00Moon RiverMoon River, wider than a mile, <br />I'm crossing you in style some day. <br />Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, <br />wherever you're going I'm going your way. <br />Two drifters off to see the world. <br />There's such a lot of world to see. <br />We're after the same rainbow's end-- <br />waiting 'round the bend, <br />my huckleberry friend, <br />Moon River and me.<br /><br />music by Henry Mancini, lyrics by Johnny MercerAnAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532168445405215473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850025945019781555.post-78807111301866233622008-06-16T09:38:00.001-07:002008-06-16T09:38:52.039-07:00“"Sanity may be madness but the maddest of all is to see life as it is and not as it should be." (D.Quixote)”AnAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532168445405215473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850025945019781555.post-4955955017335898402008-06-13T14:58:00.000-07:002008-06-13T15:01:46.534-07:00Fui felizApenas um pequeno apontamento.<br />Eu fui feliz.. inesperadamente feliz<br />avassaladoramente.<br />Fui tão feliz, feliz, feliz, feliz<br />Só isso esboça um pequeno sorriso neste agora.AnAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532168445405215473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850025945019781555.post-79943765715918708212008-04-25T17:17:00.000-07:002008-04-25T17:21:59.776-07:00PerdiPerdi.<br />Desconheço os quês,como ou porquês.<br />Perdi.<br />Importa esses meros quês?<br />Folha rasgada.<br />Perdi...AnAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532168445405215473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850025945019781555.post-62814139829526005562008-03-23T21:08:00.000-07:002008-03-24T06:58:30.754-07:00Thick blue airTake my hand,<br />take it again.<br />let's jiggle our bodies in sand<br />gods of sun<br />let's raise our arms in crosses<br />let's cross our fingers <br />into a home<br />of thick blue air,<br />let's seat at our porch of windless nights.. <br />let's join our breathes into silent stare<br />drowning ourselves in timeless<br />musical flair..AnAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532168445405215473noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850025945019781555.post-52125545579303952292008-03-23T20:48:00.000-07:002008-03-23T21:07:38.156-07:00Red polish<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlrDqq9Z4Oies0yYXAopaygoK9OWBbN7jjLtIQxlcROdXbqTS0vu8r2Ah7yrvMI6dWTE-Cje6X3schZ_WlbZvziWzfuEEncCIHDv8ACWbuZuKxEzhmhdxOm6tMBJZ00CQt06ol4Rptujj1/s1600-h/p%C3%A9zinhosdeanjo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlrDqq9Z4Oies0yYXAopaygoK9OWBbN7jjLtIQxlcROdXbqTS0vu8r2Ah7yrvMI6dWTE-Cje6X3schZ_WlbZvziWzfuEEncCIHDv8ACWbuZuKxEzhmhdxOm6tMBJZ00CQt06ol4Rptujj1/s320/p%C3%A9zinhosdeanjo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181154652650498626" /></a><br />Fake beauty in a jar, <br />fooling away tricks of magic<br />selling out an illusion veil,<br />nothing but beauty in a jar<br />Perfectly detailed brightness,<br />Sweep<br />Sweep,<br />brush them,<br />spotless layer of plastic<br />So much detail in your proud fingernails<br />Sweep,<br />sweep<br />once and again<br />So much sealed envy<br />Cover it again..<br /><br />Crack <br />Crack<br />Pouring out disgust,<br />Plunging red lips,<br />So much anger in your red beauty<br />Crack<br />Ruined cracked polish<br />...<br />rough<br />cold<br />fingernailsAnAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532168445405215473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850025945019781555.post-63132555842977723062008-02-07T16:59:00.000-08:002008-02-07T17:01:50.799-08:00You said.. I say"So, in tenderness we 'll sleep"<br />you said<br />"in endless tender lips",<br />I saidAnAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532168445405215473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850025945019781555.post-90408881758375897672008-01-25T17:42:00.000-08:002008-01-25T17:49:09.653-08:00Falling Slowly<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />I don't know you <br />But I want you <br />All the more for that <br />Words fall through me <br />And always fool me <br />And I can't react <br />And games that never amount <br />To more than they're meant <br />Will play themselves out <br /><br />Take this sinking boat and point it home <br />We've still got time <br />Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice <br />You've made it now <br /><br />Falling slowly, eyes that know me <br />And I can't go back <br />Moods that take me and erase me <br />And I'm painted black <br />You have suffered enough <br />And warred with yourself <br />It's time that you won <br /><br />(...)<br /><br />Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova, Once(OST)<br />I won't dare to describe this song, for me it's ...AnAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532168445405215473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850025945019781555.post-83818391259426989012008-01-23T19:28:00.000-08:002008-02-01T18:30:29.062-08:00Slammed doors<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJmdrY7OA_C_veMCAs7FtOAsuuwo-sS-Rk2LjOn9ZcdOBTa9iuqZMf-Pbk5coUWbm98rxMfHRw0HBBAhP4Tb_5ngWOxP_-SGf1A0k6NGAk0Soazf4L9YfVOCVkTXts3NAE71gJVj8TWTq/s1600-h/_DSC3570.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJmdrY7OA_C_veMCAs7FtOAsuuwo-sS-Rk2LjOn9ZcdOBTa9iuqZMf-Pbk5coUWbm98rxMfHRw0HBBAhP4Tb_5ngWOxP_-SGf1A0k6NGAk0Soazf4L9YfVOCVkTXts3NAE71gJVj8TWTq/s320/_DSC3570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158887513370707314" /></a><br />Slammed doors, <br />high fits, <br />rushing movements,<br />...<br />The empty void<br />A frail puppet exposed;<br />the wicked plastic sun has dawned just <br />to gaze <br />at his <br />broken eyes. <br />a wretched wind has cracked away <br />his paper skin...<br /><br />Silence the dry light.<br />Seal the door,<br />Time to listen to every grasp<br />Ears against the wood<br />Daring gestures holding the knob<br />[]<br />Slamm it again!<br />I <br />did<br />close<br />your door.AnAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532168445405215473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850025945019781555.post-32096360715574263542008-01-20T18:46:00.000-08:002008-01-24T10:30:57.384-08:00Within the sleak strips<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA8Ll0oeNfmKUIoUjbqfINAdjF9pk9Z6cVZNMCKZOA_W3rKDvU7oRYvoNqF9bLl2Jvl3dITIzxf_mg-7Iuh9u9brrrU7cVr9VadM8CBwBxLImi2gfOzsNkncnTWN-Xd1RkUaAE0aRM6EjK/s1600-h/_DSC2969.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA8Ll0oeNfmKUIoUjbqfINAdjF9pk9Z6cVZNMCKZOA_W3rKDvU7oRYvoNqF9bLl2Jvl3dITIzxf_mg-7Iuh9u9brrrU7cVr9VadM8CBwBxLImi2gfOzsNkncnTWN-Xd1RkUaAE0aRM6EjK/s320/_DSC2969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157760817246199362" /></a><br />Within the sleak strips,<br />a packet of crushed sugar,<br />sickly sweet<br />... <br />your fingers ,<br />slipping through mine,<br />Only once mine..<br />cold fingers,<br />empty windows, <br />glazed eyes ,<br />unreal dream,<br />all you are <br />a packet of spoiled sugarAnAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532168445405215473noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850025945019781555.post-38554059469935047822007-11-24T16:01:00.000-08:002007-11-27T06:31:27.745-08:00Sombra das palavrasAs palavras abandonadas em horas moribundas, gastas em rituais baldados… Palavras que colam o chão de sombras desconcertantes.<br />Deveria ter escrito, anotado cada instante em que o sentir era o único verbo, em que amar a única acção e o sonho era a única verdade. Deveria ter pregado na palavra os instantes em que envolveste meu nome em magia. Deveria ter travado o rolar dos dias, fixar o fascínio pelas coisas vividas, os olhares quentes, as ruas enegrecidas, a cidade da melancolia em que eu só me perdia...<br />Surripiaste as minhas palavras. Só a mim me pertenciam. Como ousaste tão soberba audácia? <br />Já nada me pertence... A não ser o permanente atar e reatar das palavras quebradas. Não as deixarei sucumbir em sombras fugidias.AnAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532168445405215473noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850025945019781555.post-35567885597387349432007-11-19T05:39:00.001-08:002007-11-19T05:42:08.573-08:00A insóniaA insónia: obsessão em travar os pensamentos cravejados nas paredes nuas, nas frígidas grades da cama, nas pequenas dobras da fronha, na manta impetuosamente enrolada entre as pernas, deixando o corpo preso ao relento. Corpo que estremece a cada murmúrio esquecido, a cada esgueirar impiedoso de uma voz perdida… O corpo deixa-se viver na pérfida lembrança, naquela macerada dor que cruelmente rememora o não consumado, o não pronunciado, o não vivo…<br />À inquietude pertenço...<br /><br /><br /><br />August 22nd 2007AnAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532168445405215473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850025945019781555.post-33620822918350888722007-11-16T15:48:00.000-08:002008-12-13T16:35:06.564-08:00A magia de S...Fragmentos deambulantes, espelhos rasgados ,vagas melodias perdidas .. Expulsei esses sinais esquartejados que ousaram navegar sem rumo, sem linha... Empurrei-os a um frio padecer mas necessário. Podadas foram essas asas de frágil encanto.<br />Porquê?<br />Passei as horas tardias com ela… Murmurou-me no seu canto enlevos de fantasia .Um bailado tão doce de palavras ,cativas no meu ouvido... <br />Impregnou-me, linha a linha, traço a traço, um rosto singular, um rosto quase indescritível. <br /> A cada lua negra, a cada rolar dos ponteiros, vislumbrei uma nova cor, uma expressão inigualável e inconfundível. Essa magia de S…<br />Passei as noites com ela, mais tarde o infinito dos dias.<br /> Teus traços tornaram-se mais nítidos, mais vincados. És a verdade pura, jamais uma mera quimera de fantasia. <br />Cravejado em mim estava o teu semblante resplandecente, a firmeza do teu olhar, o requebrar dos teus gestos. Era não um sonho, eras tu! Essa magia de S…<br />A um passo de mim, procuro tocar esse teu rosto...... apenas pó de solidão.<br />Afinal, Sophia talhou-te engenhosamente em formas incorpóreas para meus fracos dedos. Não eras tu...<br />Sophia.<br /> Ergueu em mim a vereda dos horizontes por principiar.AnAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17532168445405215473noreply@blogger.com0