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| Sunday, 30-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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Light
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Light
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Because you lied, in the sink. You will lift the immense head, Heavy. You will look for the cracks of the mirror of the dressing room. Yes a dressing room... in the end! Of the Polish corridor Faithfully y finally, satiny or satiny... dripping the red plasma fictitious untrue y, because the vital liquid it is transparent. Mirages don`t exist. You will listen a bang!!! A shot friend? Or enemy? Who knows a candy of lost flavor... Everything that you saw y heard... It was your own fantasy... (memories of an overdose, of the English patient). "... In a monastery of medieval Italy, the death, in unusual circumstances, of seven monks in seven days and nights projects the vision more realist of the violence in pure state. The sexual violence, the conflicts in the breast of the heretical movements of the century XIV, the fight against the mystification, the power, the emptying of the values for the demagogy, they build in the pages of THE name of the rose a bloody and pathetic parable of the humanity`s history. Umberto Eco."
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| Saturday, 29-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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Wars...
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Fire man
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Wars... temporary measures forbidden books / infamous memory / accusations/ empty / minimum wage/ poetry is the anthropophagy of Brazil/ Brazilian/ without patriotism / heroism y literary fascisms/ in the closet of the justice hides the injustice/ hidden faiths under reality disguise/ of the built-in hunger in the unemployment, the job of the/ rhymes poor/ the drought of who doesn`t have theme postulates/ of the language/ educated/ wild/ colonialist / scholastic/ excluded are poets of the scream / of the shout/ y of the dry mud / image of what is not beautiful/ sad we laughed heartily the excluded ones/ talent quixote and sancho belly, imaginary Catalan/ Paraguayan, Bolivian, Peruvian, Colombian/ Brazilian clandestine/ half people, half fiction/ heart burning Barcelona/ a fan flamenco or Basque, with anger of al fatah/ eta!/ I don`t believe/ that under the canvas/ be the formerly moscow circus/ where the poor children were eaten and/ devoured/ fugitives / orphans / sick y starving/ abandoned for the mobsters` casino/ wild capitalists/ their financial weapons... volatile capitals/ their proposals of chemical y war nuclear/ holocausts y exterminations/ of the poverty/ of the cold war/ today it would be sacred... for the American dream I never make a mistake/ on the contrary my nationality is to be/ gypsy... never a saint / or hero/ murderous I sign in the secrecy/ for the failures/ that I assume in my profits... (good-bye Luís...)
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| Friday, 28-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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Destine
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Destine
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I destine, clandestine to the sea... DEAD Humans / Human Price of the cheap contempt Mouse Slave Or slave Man / Woman Boy or girl sex Bed y table... For mouth of the sharks In the profundities of the seas / Started by two dollars Of their countries / Homes... Among grating Hungry persons y hungry persons... Defecated y dehydrated / Starving for the heartburn of the lack of food... Y Sleep / After several massacres they lose their roots Pulled of their soils... Laps of the unhappy ones mothers Parents... Countries Rifles / Bombs Grenades Minas Without legs... Arms... In ghettos / Clandestine prisons / I destine... Capitalist jungles Few resist African Latin Asian Thieves steal... they Destroy their cities Paying their leisures with the worst atrocities Without homes They will do... Electronic computers Amazed they will sew balls y will be exchanged by them The champions` tennis Cellular Plus / But... Doxology of the reason ideal futurists / As it is beautiful the modern / As always it will be old the exile / To flee never... They live in fields of concentrations / Hearts... What hearts? Alone love in the brothels Men y boys Without testicles Eunuches... Women y girls without clitoris Mutilated... Oh of who cry As their wounded ancestors in their cultures Inspirations... In the basements / Sad wailings Songs... For if they turn workmanships of the lust They commit suicide For not living... Who remains is to be arrested / As thieves or murderesses... Judged by their buyers As things / Or for a beast to eat / Dying y disappearing of the earth That made to be born them... To live is not a work of your time Will the humanity be? (This picture belongs to a slave worker, that "lived" in a farm, in Campos` city, State of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil)
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| Thursday, 27-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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URBAN LEGENDS
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Garimpeiro
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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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| Wednesday, 26-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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ANY SUSPECTS...
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ANY SUSPECTS...
after tumbling reached... reached / lost spells... lost...
chimera... theater of the life / absurd existence...
gas is tears... no vanities...
incontinent...
truths...
resistant / fearless... fearless... cruel courage...
will there be a FAULT?
INSANE excuse / it CENSURES the poetic Aristotelian...
TRIBUNES OF NUN IGREJA / on behalf of the rose... carnations y thorns...
"TO THE CHOIR HAPPY DOS... CYNIC AND FALSE CLOWNS"
laugh... smiled of the flooded river dirties... happy city artificially / officially it shows their beautiful teeth... in the country of the without teeth / later it counts an I cause... on their successes and more recent conquests / don`t forget to hear cassia sing "Eu sou neguinha"... if prefer "vá morar com o diabo"
LIVE the FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION / nor all IN THAT WORLD laugh / only the cheerful ones / billion cry / some million are already born died... "smiled... "/ choos... LIVE the FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION / nor all IN THAT WORLD laugh / only the cheerful ones / billion cry / some million are already born died... "smiled... "/ choos...
"... in relation to many of those pictures, it was the History that separated of them. The History simply is not that time in what were not born? "(BARTHES.ROLAND - CLEAR CAMERA)
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| Tuesday, 25-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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THE FASCIST MENTALITY
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THE FASCIST MENTALITY
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THE FASCIST MENTALITY
The Fascist mentality is posture of dependence of "Zé Nobody", that subdued to the authoritarian mystics` power inquiring y of a servile reason to the work, they abdicate of the substantial needs of the "pleasure". it is not by chance that all of the Fascist dictators are originating from of "Zé`s reactionary atmosphere Nobody". THE magnate investor y buyer protected by the arms militarism, the corrupt that she makes up their intentions buying y selling dreams to the skeptics, that only come to enrich them continually. A state policeman that torments y drives their protection attitudes, for his inverse side, to the violence, of the agents policemen their y accomplices thieves, creating the fear as life parameter.
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| Monday, 24-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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The last tango in Paris...
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The last tango in Paris...
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The last tango in Paris...
Buenos Aires wanted
Of SAN MARTIM AND GUEVARA
Invaded by the emerging neoliberal troupe
With you...
'' GRAN CIRKKUS DUS ALBATROZZS LOKKKOS ''
after inaugurating in TORA BORA
it restarts the tour with the operation Colombia
America for the Americans / big stick / Amazonian. . .
international
produced y driven by CIA
of wars y entertainments
Mr. George W. Bush and their comets / who knows sectarian
Wound is you Argentina / died with a son / Malvinas
In their corner mothers in May they are today squares reflecting voices of the truth. . .
Y the show continues / of the bearded woman Osama y of the swallowed of swords Saddam / the great dancer's Zionist Sharon sttones y
Palestine / Brasília / Chapuri / Medellín / Havana / Barbados / Philippines. . .
The leisure is my structural opium shudder with the beaten work of the unemployment
I don't wait for alms nor tip
I don't believe in the good y in the evil
They are all the same Russian Mafia / Chinese / Japanese / Italian. . . any daughter of the prostitute of those
Their leaders / volatile entrepreneurs that grenades y mines fart and they destroy cities through where pass
Hanoi - Hanoi / Kosovo / Belgrade / Kandahar / Luanda / Mozambique. . .
That whole circus impostor cages the wild animal freedom y justice
Peking y the Asian tigers want you Paraguay that you already went in the past the pride of the revolution. . .
Died / tortured / missing. . .
Tanks / bombings y everything more it goes to the hell
Retake ó you Argentina
The revolt of the society
We don't want audiences of armed clones / we want our cities y the alive civilians y exactly employed
The debt is not ours paid with our death her industrial revolution
Science of the evil illogical technological passion
Lance la victory siempre
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| Sunday, 23-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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Sister Mary
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Sister Mary
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Sister Mary
My girl
me deu Baudelaire
dele guardo
a fama...
as drogas...
y a poesia
Traria
meu poético lero-lero maldito
depois que a tarde
me levasse o sol
e a noite
traria o brilho...
das estrelas
no céu
da boca do universo
Cantos y recantos
das esquinas do pecado
do outro lado da cidade
onde a farsa
disfarçava a minha verdadeira identidade
flutuando , viajando
com os meus versos
nas fumaças
cinzentas
fantásticas
do meu baseado de Mari and Juana
O artista
a guitarra do palhaço mascarado
enterrado com um balde na cabeça
sombra das guerras
y das bofetadas
maquiagem
com cor de aço...
Sirenes
acústicos
estridentes
no auge
policial descarado
tiros
mortes
y pontapés
sexo , drogas y rock n’ roll
conspirações
atentados
I’m sorry
sorrias para viver
virtuose
overdose
guns n’ roses
corpos suados
olhos molhados
do velho passado
o presente recente
lembranças de Woodstock
Cobain and Morrison
Inesquecível som
do assassinato de Hendrix
da morte de Joplin
y da derrota americana
no Vietnã
Marrocos,
binóculos alcançam Wiscosin
Toronto, já tonto no Canadá
Antraz
milhões serão os seus premiados
outros milhões morrerão por seu preço
vestidos y camuflados
para exterminarem a miséria
Imagine
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| Saturday, 22-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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Answers to the new friends
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Answers to the new friends
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Answers to the new friends
macabre image
that it tears eyes. nose and throat
it deflagrates in the mind the suffering,
the good arrivals, the gratitude
the death as limit of the life
matter excels of the planet
to live is necessary...
To die?
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| Friday, 21-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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Like my fire
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Like my fire
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Love in fire... my red eyes / deserts of one night / glasses and bodies / simply the solitude of the days... bed Landscapes and table... Birthday of the solitude. Dramas in parties... pillows and sheets under the bed / the milk spilled in experiences
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