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| Monday, 15-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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PAZ. I BELIEVE...
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PAZ. I BELIEVE...
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PAZ. I BELIEVE...
That something of infernal happened...
It was not night, nor it would be day... But "THE Crow" had reappeared.
He said: - Never again, never again.
To who? To the that there inhabited, survivors... Indigent...
Old... Children... Women... Men...
Expelled of their homes, for shots, explosions...
Bombings.
He forces compulsion of the invader, agent of the genocides.
Pseudo proprietor of the waters, lands, ruler of the economy and technology.
Unharmed doutrinador of the inequalities, cause of the hunger, poverty, ignorance, epidemics... Violence.
"Earth", mother of all the beings, terribly wound, agonized bloody,
reached in his chest by the "War", mythological daughter of "Homicide."
There only "THE Crow" lived... Sad illustration.
Would it be "Prometeu" resurrected? Or the ghost of "Pandora?"
Consulted "God", they answered: - No, no...
Of the one what would be worth myths and vain philosophies they?
No answer had appeared of the oppressed, old residents now corpses...
The animal would say then: - Never again, never again...
He would spread their wings, in the arms of the in the cruellest to be of the humanity,
"The Dictator"...
To dominate for the chaos and the brutality all his universe...
But "Hope" had not died, it was alive...
Clandestine, in the destiny of the "Life"...
The terrestrial paradise had appeared, with his/her light the treva had dissipated.
The bird? In a "Condor free" he had changed.
The cunning tyrant's haughtiness, a woman or a man peacefully had tamed it...
had been born to the equality for all... All.
finished the exclusion then, there would not be more the owner of the world.
As a film... Histories that appeared for semiose...
It was heard a music to the bottom...
Charmed all danced, they sang the melody...
Forever...
Wars, crimes and injustices?
Never again...
"Earth", the blue planet had wakened up definitively cured for the
"PAZ."
(... I dedicate what wrote to the boys that still sing in the streets of Kandahar).
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| Saturday, 13-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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QUINCAS BORBA
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QUINCAS BORBA
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'' GRAN CIRKKUS EL DUS ALBATROZZS LOKKKOS ''
después de inaugurar en TORA BORA
reinicia la gira con el funcionamiento Colombia
América para los americanos / el palo grande / amazónico. . .
Internacional
y producido manejado por CIA
de guerras las funciones de y
Sr. George W. Bush y sus cometas /
"... Wanted to say Quincas Borba's end, that also got sick here, it yelped infinitely, fled wild in search of the owner, and it dawned dead... if his homonymous deceased is that he gives the title to the book, and why before one of the other, - pregnant subject of subjects, that would take us far..."
( ASSIS MACHADO - QUINCAS BORBA )
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| Thursday, 11-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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Sweet longings
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Sweet longings
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salt water... Sweet longings /
eyes that sail the blue /
coloring the seas...
Of north to south...
Of east to west...
He/she keeps multicolored sun /
intrepid troupe...
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| Wednesday, 10-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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URBAN LEGENDS...
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URBAN LEGENDS...
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URBAN LEGENDS... LITERATURE BRAZILIAN... UNIVERSES / It was not night / Nor it would be one day... But the crow reappeared... He/she didn`t say "never more"... "Never more"... Other y other ... The population... Who? The ones that there inhabited... For the homes / Expelled / For the violent compulsion of the statements: "True owners of the beaches y of the lands... " There only the black bird would live... would not "never again say... " A man or a woman had tamed him/it... Without clothes... Without clothes / That sad illustration of "Ebony." Would it be Promised resurrected? Or the copy of Pandora? Now anything... Consulted "God" / They answered... No, no... Of the one what would be worth myths y vain philosophies they? No answer was heard... The intrepid human... There would live... The old residents The crow would say then now: "never more, never more... " He/she would spread their wings / in the humanity`s last being`s arms... It would dominate the chaos y the brutality... Calling / Sky y Earth... The paradise had appeared... They would ask... For the old homes... Who before inhabited such beautiful "MONUMENT" / Never here before somebody lived with loquacious happiness y solidarity... The inhabitants... All Owners of the world y of the landscapes / As in a film... Histories... That for charm appeared... It was just heard a music to the bottom... The Samba... Blues... Funk... Parsley... indigenous Music Y Caipiras.. / The melody of the periphery... All would dance / Forever... Forever / Never more... NEVER MORE. "To the winners the potatoes... " (POWER TO THE PEOPLE) (The eyes didn`t show the fright of the picture; this effect came from the emphasis that he put in every body, so that the picture came out beautiful, and it shouted: "General is your emperor! " that answered : " Certainly, but it accompanies me, V. majesty... " Machado de Assis, "Quincas Borba", Brazilian Literature).
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| Tuesday, 9-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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i love you...
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power to the people
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Mi aime jou... Volim te... Jeg elsker dig...
Lu`bim ta... Te quiero / te amo...
Mi amas vin... Je t`aime / je t`adore...
Tá mé i ngrá leat... S`agapw...
Aloha wau ia `oe... Ani ohev et ota...
Ik hou van jou... Szeretlek... I love you...
Ti amo... Aishiteru/anata wa...
Kulo tresno marang panjenengan... Te amo...
Bahibak... Wo ai ni... Jeg elsker deg...
Tora doost darem... Kocham ciebie...
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| Monday, 8-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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BUSINESS OR IN BUSINESS
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BUSINESS OR IN BUSINESS
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BUSINESS OR IN BUSINESS
_ "IT`S THE QUESTION" _
(one day with Zé Dirceu or of anybody)
_ OR TO NAVIGATE IS NECESSARY _
Leisure is my opium, chills and chills / mirages and distorted images...
With my work.
Pushed to the unemployment, I came and I became a vagabond... Poet of the absurdity... I Blind, deaf and seedling...
I am not the only, nor either the first.
I paralyze my glance locked up by the feelings...
In the concrete grating... Same that you/they escape, my screams will never be the last shouts of the exile...
Lonely red ocean, of the sun and of the strange blood...
I lie down skeptical, chosen boor, in a square bank, in the bed or in the gutter.
No I accept alms, no... I don`t drink of the superb,
I smoke or irony smell, to not to be of my perspiration tired of the hypocrisies,
that before become silent heard...
Grimace / impersonal, abnormal, schizophrenic...
I don`t believe in the good and in the bad... With vulture u,
that it observes me to be his food...
Franciscan, half century already full with that life type,
I return anarchist / ordinary and controversy / epidemic / thick for not tuning and strong for returning...
Childhood... In the lap of the today disaggregated... The usual way /
of the abandonment and of the expensive world of the brands / boutiques...
Half world of endemic and outlying poverty,
therefore I chose of that sorts things out, my nickname... Punk /
tight or stopped... I am "Baby granada", that is, was until yesterday,
because today the newspapers announce that I died hung,
in a locked site of a foreign provider...
COMMENT ON HERE "without distinction of flog" types (How many lines want.)
DON`T BECOME SHY / FREE ACCESS OF OPINIONS...
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| Sunday, 7-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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SHINE... CAMERA / ACTION...
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SHINE... CAMERA / ACTION...
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SHINE... CAMERA / ACTION...
Disabled a human body... biological Substance / human... More value or a physical system that it accomplishes work / substratum that acts in the interior; intimate... But of him it doesn`t get to reproduce his/her force in fair coin / done harm to the misfortune of the unfortunate ones, does it wander and their children? Daughters? Granddaughters / grandchildren / mothers, parents and "country"...
Is there a Brazil here in each soul present or absentee / is she black, Indian, white / miscegenational... do ethnic Quotas of the society dry and asthmatic... "There, stupid and their 500 and so many thieves"... Alí, heaps, common vagabonds of the world / slums... wild Actions of the located disorganization / do they remain them "cats, cats and mice"... done Foresee in Aristotle which action of a motor (physical or metaphysician) what does updating of a potentiality allow... Energy here? only arrive in the it horns / with deaths...
Shocks and outbreak-circuits... Short / darkness...
Eternally obscure citizens...
Moral impotence ...
Do force physic / hunger... Energy? agonize and despair... Poverty of the philosophy, a philosophy of the poverty... Entirely poor / Simply humiliated...
They don`t lack firmness in their actions...
ZEUS, GOD AND THE DEVIL...
Sacred hypocrites and saints / demons... Promises of a paradise... Hells... Deprived that are of works of meanings social, cultural and artistic... Without I throw in the conception of their wills...
That will concern the access to the electricity...
Moved by the electric force of your "corpus" strange, skeletal and fat worms, zoonozes of the excluded human animals / sick...
form very fast / very diamond / scintillant OF EXISTING...
Agitated or nervous... to Die...
Dominated by the powerful and big proprietors of the modern globalization of the matter merchandise...
That it accumulates the profits to the extermination of the minorities...
Ingrate financial technocracy...
Who regulates and does it communicate the alive beings with the machines? The structural unemployment... Who will the scientists be? The "learned" ones...
Are false "democracies" of who now slave... Fallacies... Cybernetic?
Which!
How much irony...
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| Thursday, 4-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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32DP
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32DP
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"The sacred is linked in first place to the collective and impersonal force that it is a representation of the own society" Intrepid puppets... Violence y destruction. Solar storms / electromagnetic rays Torrential rains / darkness / they will see... Multicolored... Dadaism / Pomp is here... Yours / I square... her sculpture... Hippopotamus... it Forces... Passion / destruction... My hair spray heart... Their fists of steel / blows... urban Pains... Illusions y disillusions... To the bottom... Characters of the daily... Outlines... One goes comes / disappointments... Alienation... Action of the population / sirens y prisons. God`s city... metropolitan Hells. War of the roses To judge furious To scheme / to execute Without either wished me good morning Nor it showed the place where I went It was my last curve... Until that the image darkens / With me it disappeared... I will fake to be her... Y that she is me I will recognize her voice Executioner... of the picture of a candidate to president Y us? Now! I will recover what lost... The punch in the helmet / the speeches... Homicide or suicide Train surfer / also dies Of shock Or of died death race return round... Ghost city! Explosive I only remember the war of the rifles and of the polluted roses of lead the dirty bodies of the resistant workers` grease y blood The fratricidal invasion Who knows the detainee of a prison Or an intern in the hospice A priest A nun Terminal hospitals for the politicians For the deviations of budgets the soldiers y kamikazes Destroyed In yours me... They will remind / of the freedom... That grows up that date... Truth... Not for illusion or lie of mass... Christmas or new year The day of the freedom and of the justice... "A society cannot grow up, nor if recreate, in the same instant, to create the ideal. (...) a society is not simply constituted by the individuals` mass that compose her, by the movements that they accomplish, but, before everything, for the idea that she does of herself. And, without a doubt, it happens that she hesitates on the way for the which owes if become pregnant: feel steep in divergent senses. But these conflicts, when they explode, they have room not between the ideal and the reality, but enter different ideals, among the one yesterday and the one today, among that that has for itself the authority of the tradition and that that is just in the imminence of coming to be. Certainly the origin of the incentives can be investigated that do with that the ideals develop; but, for any solution that feels to this problem, still stays the fact that everything happens in the ideal world. (...) it was at the school of the collective life that the individual learned how to idealize. went assimilating the ideals elaborated by the society that him if turned capable to conceive the ideal. It was the society that, chaining it in her action sphere, did with that he acquired the need to get up above the world of the experience and at the same time it supplied him the means of becoming pregnant other. He would not be a social being, that is, would not be a man, if had not acquired" her (Durkheim, 1989, p.226).
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| Wednesday, 3-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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CRAZY OF STONE
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CRAZY OF STONE
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CRAZY OF STONE / concrete words / spells of the letters / languages in the teats / Siamese language / bed ruts and table / eyelashes / parrots / brunettes / they are black / healthy / because they are / saints / they dye glances / they undo / homes and solar / republican and sullen / subject strangers / they masturbate the falus and they speak that in their dreams will live their desires.
"... If is true that the left represents people, or for them it is acted, what do defend the new, what do want to modernize the State, what do want the fairest State to turn, what do want to do with what the State it accomplishes their functions of guaranteeing the equality of opportunities the all of the people, then why to have fear or shame of being left, why to have shame or fear of doing a confrontation among the one what we thought and the one what them, the right ruralist, wicked and financial they think? “
(THE LEFT AND TO MODERNIDADE-LUÍS INÁCIO "LULA" DA SILVA. 1982)
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| Monday, 1-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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Vactions
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Vacations...
We are lovers per semesters...
Sincere instants / quick Loves...
Eternal...
Dreams, desires...
drinks of love with the mouth in the waterspouts of the sources of the pleasure of their breasts...
Magnificent... you are my night, my day.
Cheerful fields of the green...
Gilded sun of our beaches...
Three-colored of the yolk,
in my heart you are my muse, music and fantastic poetry...
When you arrive soon assume the lady`s of my life position...
Mrs. of my powers...
I never forget you.
get @ 03-11-30
thanks!!!
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