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| Friday, 26-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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_ THE FISHERMEN OF THE LOST ILLUSIONS _
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_ THE FISHERMEN OF THE LOST ILLUSIONS _
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_ THE FISHERMEN OF THE LOST ILLUSIONS _
Good morning to the that love...
"INCREASE YOU AND MULTIPLY
It is sweet to live in the sea...
Who came of water won`t be able to of her to flee. Be to fish dreams to feed illusions or to seek in the nets the hope that it still exists in their hearts, they will never return without her. Gentlemen of the seas / lakes / rivers. They live between the sky and their lands, they seek the simple essence. Paz and feeding...
Another kiss of the clouds that they are shocked in the horizon, 1 ray...
Action / picture crumpled by the unstable time...
As the that old celestial blue sphere...
DROPS OF YOUR DEW...
1000 SIPS OF THE FLAVOR OF THE LIFE /
Lonely lovers, partners of 1 simple desire...
Lips are companies that the suffocated life...
Recovers mouth to mouth...
Poet of the absurdity...
Become silent...
Hears...
A symphony of few and rare...
The magic band of the breakwater...
"... But only the materialistic conception of the history is in conditions of recognizing that the true and deeper lesion to the beginning of the humanism, the laceration and mutilation of the human integrity, is just the inevitable consequence of the economical structure, material, of the society... " "... The scission between the city and the field, the division among the physical work and spiritual work, the exploration and the man`s oppression for the man, the division of the work, in the antihuman conditions of the capitalist order of production, all these processes are material economical processes... "
(LUKÀCS, GEORG - REHEARSALS...)
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| Thursday, 25-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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_ PAN WILL BE HERE _
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_ PAN WILL BE HERE _
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DON`T BECOME SHY / FREE ACCESS OF OPINIONS...
_ PAN WILL BE HERE _
"For order of Caesar, the women`s husband of all, woman of all of the husbands."
Even for pain and despair, although humans,
same to the stars and planets, it continues there in the high the universe and her planet Earth...
HUMANS...
People... People / population and nature...
The more sublime victorious fight will be here.
BAY OF GUANAVALA, demands their intimate spaces, so that equally their old inhabitants can live, today exterminated...
Something very larger and serious it happens, destroyed by the precarious industrial and commercial compounds of the profits the any price, cost what to cost, even if lives. They spill their "liquids" contaminated by oils, metals heavy, chemical, radioactive and of hospitals, of the instigators gone mad murderous entrepreneurs that corrupt the disturbed "false rulers" and " bureaucrats for the greed stunned".
Children and innocent that take a bath and they navigate in the sea of pollutant, sick; charmed, bewitched, involved by something, amazed, doped and alienated. Played to the destiny, the original sin of those dominated...
In that disintegrated totality and incoherent in the which you/they inhabit, all of the material and human objects are natural of the same plan, the ground of the earth, the waters of the rivers and seas or any starting point for the life. We are beings and existent realities...
Will we be? Universe y cosmoses? How and when?
Will we be free from any dirts? in a clean world / fair... Beautiful globe...
Until today we were the men gods` world and demons...
"... mundus,i `the firmament; world, universe, the creation; globe, the Earth, the nations; the century; the Roman Empire; the underground world, the hells; the world considered like God`; the snt. first world and third world were coined, in the déc. of 1950, imperialism: for the demographer and French economist Alfred Sauvy (1898-1991); f.hist. mute sXIV... "
We will struggle if we go warlike, with or without weapons in this contention, it battles...
In the impassioned defense of our flags, several... Those that participate in that war will stand out for daring... there won`t be 1 hero. Several or any... Same those that as a horse without recognized owner, supposedly strayed from of the forces in combat: died, arrested or for circumstances they gave up the fight against the extravagant, brave, ridiculous and cruel / EXTERMINATOR`S...(
"... Lat. exterminátor, óris `what expels, what banishes`, lat. tar. `exterminator`, of the rad. of exterminátum, supn. of extermináre `to expel, to banish, to exile; to reject, to play out; to abolish, to put to the part; to ruin, to destroy, to destroy`, of termìnus, i `it limits, I mark, estrema; term, end, extremity... ".
Comfortable of those excluded it will lead their resistant popular grupamentos in opposition to the violent liberation of the powerful monopolies of energy / of the atoms... Trangênicos... Uranium / nuclear... Amazed the cunning princes of the rotten chemical and atomic domains... they won`t resist the force and the um(a pertinence) guerrilheiro(a) OF THE HOPE...
"... to wait + - ança; lat. sperantia, neutral pl. of sperans,sperantis, part.pres. of v. speráre, that would have supplanted lat.cl. spes,ei `it gives hope`; the grasshopper has that name for being green; to see esper -; f.hist. sXIII gives hope, sXIII asperança... "
"... The competition was so severe... that nobody could win with the trade. The manufacturers produced more than really necessary, and if they just worried in destroying the contestants... " I would enclose the planets if it was able to... THE key of his power, the intensive and general concentration... "
(HUBERMAN, LEO - HISTORY OF THE MAN`S WEALTH)
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| Wednesday, 24-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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READING AGAIN FOUCAULT
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READING AGAIN FOUCAULT
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READING AGAIN FOUCAULT... The humanity`s emotional plague... it is Confronted through the times... With the full responsibility of Christ`s murder... Murder of the "life" / Any that is your form... Or under which is presented / A theater... Real and absurdity / Nor deaf... Nor I change / Cruel... Raw / Real as our world / Where is actors... We acted and we were moved / SUNSHINE / OPENINGS... SOLARIUMS... GRATING / DETAILS OF THE SUFFERINGS... IT FREEZES OF FEAR THE HUMANITY... A COLD IN THE SPINE / MASKED CREATURES... UNNAMABLE / THEY PUNISH DECEASED FUTURES... Crazy / Writer... I put back what write... A book in the shelf / My cheap stories no longer they sell...Nor they scare / I redo other sceneries / Flashback... A slap in the face / Splinters of meats and blood / They cut the images... The science of the unconscious... the Psychoanalysis / clandestine Memoirs of the past... Resuscitated of the children... Parents and mothers of those Men... Women / Horrible... Now yes unbelievable... Punishments / Tortures / Mutilations / Bonfires / Scaffolds / Trunks and pillories / evil Psychology... Modern torturing / Torturers... Just seen their snake eyes / Shocks... Razors / A tear in the lung... In the cell... A body a vacancy in the passion... Freedom died to the ground... (EACH TIME CREATES THEIR OWN PENAL LAWS, USING THE MOST VARIED MEANS OF PUNISHMENT. FROM THE PHYSICAL VIOLENCE TO THE DESTRUCTION OF THE "ME"...)
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| Tuesday, 23-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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MARINE
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Where will you be? In this space immensity... In their insinuating eyes / magic... clandestine / where will you be? In our hearts lovers of the beautiful / esthetes... Where will you be? Hearing an universal sound / beautiful and beautiful soils... Where will you be? in the search of premises / of the photographic optics.... Where will you be? In Japan / in the Earth / in the immensity of that universe to shine as star that you are... Where will you be?...
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| Monday, 22-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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“Happy years"
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“Happy years"
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“Happy years"
Passionate, missionary of the desire. Immorality... Immoral age, in the afternoon that it burns in the sun... they will See that shines in the city... it is you woman... Anti Thereza, saint defamed in the vacations of the power of the fights among well and badly. screams, they scream and they would scream:
- "Mrs. of Conceição"...
Hung in a rope, in the building to the side to yours for 2 metal preachers...
Stretched, it dries or humid. Shy, ready to be starched.
Slave of the meat, of house, of the couple day... Faithful to the infidel that he/she mistreats her...
Throw at the bathroom, small , your sadness and agony...
They "protested and they sacrificed... Bonfires burned in the tribunals of the faith. Would arc Joana be a woman? 1 MYTH OF the FREEDOM... Tyrannies, Catholic sodomies. Colics, carnal rapes... Some times never bucolic, awful... it was not beautiful, but a poor one reproductive of his tutor, you... they Raped, they killed in his/her name "MARIA"... "
Today she` s Juana, heroine, any drug...
For the bourgeois to enrich is lawful... Illicit it would be not to "ACCUMULATE WEALTH", with the work badly I pay or enslaved, stigmatized "FRAGILE SEX."
French, English, Dutch, Germans, Asian tigers, Africans... Americans...
For the media it is sold at the aesthetics clinics, as the spectacular and charming "MODERN WOMAN."
Here y now still lover of the hands, lips and 10 fingers, the fear returns...
Every minute, hour, day, month and year...
Abstract plans: _Cruzado, new _cruzeiro, _verão, _Bresser, _again cruzeiro,
_urv, _real dolarizado, _ in the Real. Only, only only, real?
she would just count their last coins, cents... Frigidly the hunger had increased,
½ day / heartburn / empty belly. Asia or Oceania?
Brazil, doesn`t matter. Because she increases, it hurts...
Slowly she does sit down, does it lean to the wall and does it fall there same, in a sidewalk or even in the stairway of the police station, noon-day sun, a fine cold perspiration, 1 son, the father? Who would know ... Dejection of the fear, would courage to continue, get? Do laugh? Which, how to smile is sarcastic...
Buy a skull, or a can and take from her to the child...
Until other day, or in the torrid night of the periphery, your son, daughter...
Did they hurt? Yes, until they killed...
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| Sunday, 21-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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_ HISTORICAL MATERIALISM _
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_ HISTORICAL MATERIALISM _
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_ HISTORICAL MATERIALISM _
It`s "everything German! "
BUSINESS
After the robbery of the mansion,
three shots, a saliva, tracks?
Chills and chills / mirages and psychedelic images...
The stain of the soul to drip his/her blood.
It would be worth DNA of the spittle...
Sinister?
Armed figures, lovers or no...
In the hand "the iron",
In the wait...
2 cars in the inverse route, wrong way,
Lunatic escape...
Sirens? In the alone wall she saw if Teresa."
I object of the escape.
Thoughts and behaviors,
of the activists or scoundrels...
Lovers dealers, cheap...
Poets of the absurdity for blind deaf and mute,
with the feet in the sky and the head in the Earth,
They paralyze their glances locked up by feelings,
in concrete grating.
Although they escape, they will never be the last ones.
They played that tragic money for the windows, ironic social,
1 morbid laughter, the laughter,
false deliriums, wealth rivers.
Memories...
Childhoods in the lap of the today disaggregated, to the usual way,
abandoned of the expensive world of the brands & boutiques...
1/2 world of endemic and outlying poverty
The people crazily were cuffed in the search of the paper coin,
pantomimes of doing envy to the emperor of the party
It was a spectacular action in maximum speed...
Unknown place.
Amsterdam is not Luanda,
Buenos Aires is not Brazil...
Just a downtown street,
The fugitives` refuge...
Announced: sought alive...
Or died...
Dial accusation, 21263456...
Call, denounce and her piece reward, a pizza.
Wait and confirm,
The motoboy is of the heavy,
he/she won`t be long to arrive in her home,
the result of the telemarketing...
Everything sees as 1 crime in the movies,
A justice blind, short-sighted.
In the arms, in the bodies of the nihilists, tattoos, a gesture punk,
tight, destinies?
Without known whereabouts.
Enigmas? Discover for the tracks.
Signs of the occurrence.
_ THE TRÍADE _
Competence semiotics.
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| Saturday, 20-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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Miguel Piñero`s stage
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Miguel Piñero`s stage
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Miguel Piñero`s stage
Stupid signs... Box offices / bathrooms...
In this stage I am a murderous louse...
Vampire...
To suck the blood of their heads (disguised by hair)...
New York City... Their buildings syringes...
Drip-rums / they rum-drip... Boredoms... Heroines...
Webs of sky-scrapers...
Veils of the freedom...
Injected in their veins... Gone mad in their corners...
They offer y negotiate drugs to boys y girls...
I am her continuous headache...
To squeeze their brains...
Dealer / attacker / gay / scoundrel / drug addict... their daughters` Lover /
Their children`s husband... As I went of my stranger father...
I am crazy that attacks with the language y puts the language...
I am the anti-verb thief / banished...
Unnecessary...
Be absent of her dictionary...
Antropofagic...
Magic...
I swallow the fire...
I steal the game
I love you... in the hells of their bowels
Crazy city...
Shame y cruelty of this world...
I inhabit / I am born / I die...
Here / yesterday / today / tomorrow...
I will belong to her the vagabond...
Every powder that we breathed in her...
It is the inspiration y the poet`s expiration...
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| Friday, 19-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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ONLY GOES UP THE SMOKE OF THE SET ON FIRE HERB _
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ONLY GOES UP THE SMOKE OF THE SET ON FIRE HERB _
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ONLY GOES UP THE SMOKE OF THE SET ON FIRE HERB _
For the adulterated glance almost child.
Hopeless. Lit the marijuana, it bases and it falls for the sidewalks...
Crazy, effeminate, forced, forgotten infant. Scoundrel...
Lights that fade, crosses that carry, died that disappeared,
Nobody more sees, nor hears to speak...
The indigent cemetery...
Nor for the teeth they are identified...
The miserable hunger ate them close to the crows...
Even before being born their destinies plans, poor, died already stillborn or after the raped desire...
Who was the father, the mother left, the murdered siblings, infantile women, their smiles ignore.
Paz, after the 15 shots, in a body, I am me blamed him, I am I murder...
Armed robbery, patronage: drugstore Botelho.
It is four in the dawn, they are souls, ghosts...
Lonely figures,
I supply of the lunatic epidemic squadron, dealing boys and bombings...
My time is foreign...
Quick discontinuous...
Which will be his minute, the bread or the blow,
now I remind, they are shadows, ghosts...
I am that that writes down the occurrences.
Reporter of the facts...
Dictionary of the speeches,
idialet of the lonely dialogue,
enter 2 me,
and somebody that I ignore...
Cruel citizen of the sin, capitalized by the fear...
I live locked up, I keep my dreams, I want to say nightmares...
I am a policeman, sick social, I kill that that hugged me, in the room and in the fourth friend...
I am the enemy number 1 of the justice, man of the law...
Soldier of the wealth.
We are miserable human...
COMMENT ON HERE "without distinction of flog" types (How many lines want.)
DON`T BECOME SHY / FREE ACCESS OF OPINIONS...
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| Thursday, 18-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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_ CONCRETE ACTIONS _
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_ CONCRETE ACTIONS _
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_ CONCRETE ACTIONS _
DOWNTOWN AND THEIR SHOP WINDOWS OF NATIVE
WHO WILL RESCUE PAGU?
SAYING THINGS THAT NOBODY HEARS... I MARRY SOMEBODY WANTED TO HEAR SUCH SIGNIFICANT WORDS... ORIGINAL / SENSUAL SOUNDS... TO VISUALIZE INCREDIBLE SCENES, ORIGINATING FROM OF "DIEGÉSE" OF THE UNCONSCIOUS... OF POMP FOR OF THERE / LETTERS POSTED BY SIMONE TO THE AMERICAN LOVER / SARTRE... HIS IMAGINARY KING / EMPEROR OF FRANCE / NOW: "ME / HERE / THEN"... IN THE RED FIELDS OF MARS. RIVER 40 DEGREES. BANGU 1, CARIOCA GRENADES, APARTAMENTO CHOPIN, LUXURY CONDOMINIUMS... GARBAGE. SLUMS, LIGHTS AND CANDLES. DEATH, CRUEL SPELL OF THE LIFE. BEGINNING AND END. MANUALS OF SURVIVAL OF THE LOVE AND HATE... EPHEMERAL PASSIONS, DAILY RATES, OF A PASSIONATE LUNATIC, OR HALLUCINATED LUNATIC... RAVINGS OF THE DESIRE, IMPOSSIBLE DREAMS. THE WORLD IS HAPPY, NOBODY DESTROYS THE PLANET, CHILDREN DON`T DIE FROM HUNGER OR DIARRHEA, EVERYTHING WILL GO WELL, THE CREDIT CARD OF THE HAPPINESS ARRIVED, ALL ARE SAME, SANTA CLAUS EXISTS, I AM "XUXA"...
" JERERÊ" OF THE SWAMP...
Crazy.
I hear the hoarse
voice of the river
Black, as the sky
nocturne of the field.
I sing and sigh,
which screeching of the bed.
I do of her soul,
my lady...
My insolent teeth
they bite their lips smoothly,
leaned mine
our ruts... Wrapped in the sativa.
Lying in their thighs,
I end blind,
if I blind doesn`t go
and his bath womb
of love...
(a lunatic night of overpowering passion, in the city of healthy José from Rio Preto)
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| Wednesday, 17-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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Mondlicht vom Dezember
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Mondlicht vom Dezember
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Mondlicht vom Dezember Ziehen im Himmel ein Gegenstand kein identifizierte
zwei leidenschaftliche Herzen... oder überflügelte
Ich mag Sie wie es... befreien Sie / Licht... es lockert sich... absolut / vollständig zu sein
gut will er mich schlecht, er will mich... schlecht will er mich... gut will er mich, bin ich, Ihr Mann wird meine Frau sein?
Nacht... flitzte beim heißen Tag... für Gekreisch der Zähne... für die trockenen Münder
für die brennenden Herzen... Leute und mehr Leute
Listen... der Durchschnitt
Flüsse... das unschuldig Fließen
setzen Sie sich hin
gehen Sie hinein
und verlassen Sie mich nicht mehr
jetzt... es betet bald jetzt, ging zu schlafen,
laughters für das den wunderbaren Heiden las
der Drachen
gigantisch
Qualen
Erfindungen sind Erfindungen
es wird erfunden dieses ist dort oder hier
irgendwo
Lissabon
Luanda
Pequin
Saigon
Riffe... Riffe-Meer liebes Meer
Mondlicht vom Dezember Ziehen im Himmel ein Gegenstand kein identifizierte
zwei leidenschaftliche Herzen... oder überflügelte
Ich mag Sie wie es... befreien Sie / Licht... es lockert sich... absolut / vollständig zu sein
gut will sie mich, badlyshe will mich... schlecht will sie mich... gut will sie mich
bin ich, Ihr Mann wird meine Frau sein?
Nacht... flitzte beim heißen Tag... für Gekreisch der Zähne... für die trockenen Münder
für die brennenden Herzen... Leute und mehr Leute
Listen... der Durchschnitt
Flüsse... das Fließen
unschuldig
setzen Sie sich hin
gehen Sie hinein
und verlassen Sie mich nicht mehr
jetzt... es betet bald jetzt, ging zu schlafen,
laughters für das den wunderbaren Heiden las
der Drachen
gigantisch
Qualen
Erfindungen sind Erfindungen
es wird erfunden dieses ist dort oder hier
irgendwo
Lissabon
Luanda
Pequin
Saigon
Riffe... Riffe
Meer liebes Meer
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