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| Wednesday, 21-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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Petit amuser...
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Petit amuser...
Cheveux roulés
Comme un ange féminin... avec sexe
Y n`est pas discuté!
Aimez...
Lèvres rouges charnelles
Chercher pour les rues
Y ombragé nu
Juste s`éclairé par la passion
Coeur cher coeur
D`amant pour amant
L`amant a armé y
Même pour leurs belles dents
Y humide gourmand
Souffles chauds
Uni pour les âmes
Je n`oublierai jamais
Que quand allé furieux
Déjà perdu le calme
Alors quand s`est appuyé dans les murs
Vous avez chuchoté pour vous oubliez-la
Vous avez demandé doucement
présent dans le ciel
passé dans le temps
vent du futur suffisamment vite
Faire pour nous aimer
Aimer éternellement
Certainement suspecter qu`il existe
Vie ici dans cette place. . .
(Le jour dans MADEMOISELLE).
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| Tuesday, 20-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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Only us in a cold night...
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Only us in a cold night...
their lips / bios of the life / seduction / of the beauty / for
where runs rivers of the mother nature / tenderness y
monogamy! / my only wife / I love you
forever / same that the world finishes y remains just
who knows our memory... beauty
our plan / our table cloth / ours
tea or coffee / vacancies hours / waves that we surfed y loved the sea... to love / to navigate
we stop to swim / to continue... to continue the
to seduce for the love / i love / i and you....
do I hear her voice, it is not incredible?
completes is entirely...
unintentionally to be more than
you / we are us
that circumflex accent / he/she sees tilde or tiu... (tiw)
I find impressionism... impressive that / this or that...
LOVERS
OR LATER... I NOW...
reverberation of the voices / they are for the / songs of the
ear / flying for the rooms y modules of each
which / it is that the dual truth...
SIMILAR (PHONEMES) IN WORDS
BEAUTIFUL / AS THE NORTHERN DAWN
PERFECT AS THE SUNRISE
YOU WILL REST / IN THE FACE`S OF WOOD LAP / THAT INSISTED
IN BEING RECOGNIZED / AS HIS DEAR LOVE...
Treachery...
Comente aqui sem distinção de tipos de flogs (Quantas linhas quiserem.)
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| Monday, 19-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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_BAHIA DE TODO BRASIL
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Baianas
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BAIANAS MULHERES DO SALVADOR
“Aqui não há vonta’de sofrer... O mar y a brisa levam pra longe tais momentos...
No céu, o pássaro em um condor libertário se torna...
Na praça repleta, o povo festej`as utopias...”
BACK IN BAHIA...
"... Sus labios son mis labios, mis labios son
sus labios, mis besos son sus besos, suyo,
los besos son mis besos".
Benditas, perfumadas...
Espalham seu santo y contagiante cheiro, benévolos fluídos de paz y liberdade, expressão cultural proveniente dessa África brasileira...
Brasil de nosso’sonhos y desejos...
Com suas cores, fita’sorrisos y felicidade trazem no pass’o amor
d’Anima, ritmo de sua dança feminina, ao som do’seus cantos y no compasso mágico dos atabaques o simbólico sabor de suas inigualáveis iguarias...
“Cada amor en esto
la vida es nuestra vida / toda la intimidad es nuestra
la intimidad”.
Bênçãos y alegria...
Princípios de nosso marco...
Marca de nossas tradições adquiridas na força y coragens desses povos que para’aqui vieram y com seu sangue coloriram
nossos campos y escreveram com suas glórias y lutas páginas da nossa História, anteriorment’excluídas, agora definitivamente heróicas y festivas,
Patrimônio da humanidade...
Bahia do Brasil.
Su pelo y piel son mi mi calor
la sensibilidad / protección... Su mis ojos
¿imaginario / mi sentido de olor de olor... Las orejas? Mío
¿Los sonidos... El corazón? Mi amor / mío
la magia... mi espíritu del cuerpo / mi vida del alma / mi pasión" .
Nas negras águas da lagoa de Abaeté,
Nas ladeiras do Pelourinho,
Na riqueza do Afoxé,
Na poesia de Castro Alves,
Nas lendas de Odara...
Como és linda baiana,
Aquarela brasileira...
“La señora de nuestras vidas... Ese existencias del futuro
ellos persistirían en sus momentos eternos de luz...
Las lágrimas y sonrisas
Los colores de la escena del beso... "
Diversidades culturais. Feiras, festas... Sincretismos y alegorias das rezas pagãs. Vestimentas, jóias y iguarias...
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| Saturday, 17-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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Sermon of the mountain
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Sadness doesn't have limit, nor barrier
No there is who imitates her,
Or want her
don't advance to die of any way
still didn't arrive her hour
To want to leave, doesn't tend a song, to hide
It is pure nonsense to lose the courage
While the hope, it goes her revenge
To await the welcome of somebody
Either you will be if you are not anybody
When looking inside again
You feel heartburn and asphyxia
Ponder that you don't exist
Lie y resist
Insist...
To live for all is life
The life not always it gets to be of all
Now lie down of side
It is adjusted, or shrink
Dive in this unhappy dream
To wake up and to speak...
We don't know for the where we are going. We only know that the history brought us until this point and why. However, a thing is clear. If the humanity wants to have a recognizable future, cannot be for the prolongation of the past or of the present. If we try to build the third millennium in that base, we will fail. And the price of the failure, in other words, the alternative for a change of the society, is darkness.
(HOBSBAWM, ERIC / IT WAS DOS EXTREMOS).
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| Friday, 16-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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no drugs, no
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no drugs, no
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Scribble
Rexroth’s face reflecting human / tired bliss / White haired, wing browed / gas mustache, / flowers jet out of / his sad head, / listening to Edith Piaf street song / as she walks the universe / with all life gone / and cities disappeared / only the God of Love / left smiling (Berkeley, March 1956)
http://www.revista.agulha.nom.br/ag30ginsberg.htm
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| Saturday, 10-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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SAUSSURE/PIERCE
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SAUSSURE/PIERCE
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LANGUE Y PAROLE...
Sous la forme d`images
Les mots volent
Et
Les écrits restent
La pensée imagine
interdire défendu
Les yeux pensent comme films
La langue vole
La main rampe
Les bouches embrassent
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| Friday, 9-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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POÉSIE ENVOYÉE PAR LES LARMES
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POÉSIE ENVOYÉE PAR LES LARMES
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POÉSIE ENVOYÉE PAR LES LARMES
En mains...
Leurs lèvres élégantes,
amants du mien
baisers
mouillez pour les pluies du désir...
Leur fulminant regarde,
Pénétrer dans mon âme
romantique de pensées
images
de nos corps...
Rapport sexuel délirant
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| Thursday, 8-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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Petit amuser...
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Petit amuser...
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Petit amuser...
Cheveux roulés
Comme un ange féminin... avec sexe
Y n`est pas discuté!
Aimez...
Lèvres rouges charnelles
Chercher pour les rues
Y ombragé nu
Juste s`éclairé par la passion
Coeur cher coeur
D`amant pour amant
L`amant a armé y
Même pour leurs belles dents
Y humide gourmand
Souffles chauds
Uni pour les âmes
Je n`oublierai jamais
Que quand allé furieux
Déjà perdu le calme
Alors quand s`est appuyé dans les murs
Vous avez chuchoté pour vous oubliez-la
Vous avez demandé doucement
présent dans le ciel
passé dans le temps
vent du futur suffisamment vite
Faire pour nous aimer
Aimer éternellement
Certainement suspecter qu`il existe
Vie ici dans cette place. . .
(Le jour dans MADEMOISELLE).
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| Wednesday, 7-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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violence
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violence
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"... Never the world was so close to the discredit of the dignity, never so many people died and they will die from violent actions or credited to the social injustices. It was waited that the modernity brought the balance. Actually, they forgot the theoretical of the neoliberal positivism, that the wealth and the capital generated by the work accumulated in bases still more restrictive and unjust, that in other "technological revolutions". Just some dominate trillions of anybody, only the conscience of the social forces and your adaptation to the power, they will bring the balance of the societies and naturally the access to the social justice, consequently the end of the violence in the same" ones.
(LEFOUS, PIERRE HER COLOR OF THE EARTH).
"Peace and social justice for all in that world of having excluded."
Comment on here without distinction of flog types (How many lines want.)
http://www.quicktopic.com/23/H/arpGw26iy8k
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| Tuesday, 6-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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War of the roses
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War of the roses
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<b> War of the roses
dominated, to judge furious
it drifted and it executed
My end in the wall
You will be Tamborello / something of beautiful
Without either
To want me good morning
Nor the place where I would go
You went my last curve
Until that the image darkens
With me would disappear
I will fake to be her...
And that she is me
I will recognize her voice
Executioner... of my picture of a candidate to president
And us? Now!
I will recover what lost in the darkness...
Of the impact / in the tires and later the fatal shock in the guardhall
The punch in the helmet / the speeches...
Of candidate to president
Homicide or suicide
Train surfer / also dies
Of shock
Or of died death
returns round...
Ghost city!
Explosive
I only remember the war of the rifles and of the roses
And the dirty bodies of the resistant workers' grease
The fratricidal invasion
Who knows the detainee of a prison
Or an intern in the hospice
A priest
A nun
Or the soldiers and kamikazes
Destroyed
dead
In yours... me
They will remind one day / and that it grows up that date
Truth
Create without mass or native
The day of the freedom and of the justice...
"for a happy end for the world, without having excludedfor their rulers"</b>
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