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| Monday, 5-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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LULA
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LULA
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"... 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 rights ruralists, entreguists and financial they think? ".
(THE LEFT AND TO MODERNIDADE-LUÍS INÁCIO "LULA" OF SILVA. 1998).
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| Sunday, 4-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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2004... 2003... 2002... 3015?
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2004... 2003... 2002... 3015?
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2004... 2003... 2002... 3015?
_ In the neighbor is more pleasant _
How many went at the hours that I dreamed y woke up without seeing nobody
Dias, years, centuries... Hours behind.
I am ectoplasm romantic, romantic...
Fog, nebula... it Darkens and does it become silent... Where are you pleasure?
To have anybody? Nor a good morning, 1 however or 1 good-bye, even more...
To listen, either an air in your face y to breathe.
Ah, the love...
Care of imagining, kisses y kiss...
Hands, bodies, genital areas,
italic romantic...
Latin, brilliant...
Soy loco for you...
For you crazy / it lies loka...
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| Saturday, 3-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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Grenades Guernicas
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Grenades Guernicas
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Grenades Guernicas
Raped, deflowered, gotten up early inside
After they be totally bombed
For armed soldiers
Men and their children cry, no longer they struggle
Or they implore, they die in the mined trails
Their daughters, mothers, wives, sisters
Or any women
Humiliated, in the middle
With a mouth it finds strange, in his breast
In the face and in the bed of the war
In the irons, of the hells
Futures bastard children, of their lands
I square macabre, apocalyptic, effusive and political
A cybernetic panel
Engravings of old sadness are not beautiful
Future pathetic explosion, in the stars
That ethics, will never be romantic
Hermeneutic
Transformed in saint inquisition
People don`t cry more
Even if they promise
Kill them, or threaten
"no will pass"
noble it was never hero
as if the conditions of "heroes"
they turned them free, of the wills
colds and Fascist
you will remind now, the dregs of the boots
in the mud, of the hungers
insist for you impede of repipe
in the form of an Ofélia, or Amélia
our sewage, to the that inhabited her and
they succumbed
in our soil executed
for the you be uniformed, that there
they invaded
there won`t be pardon, or it cures
toil
no heart stands
that infinite poverty
jest will be to live there
after that damned destruction
(picture of Picasso)
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| Friday, 2-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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RIO DE JANEIRO
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RIO DE JANEIRO
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"... Taking the painting for model, the poetry acquired a concrete and wrinkled texture. The verse, that with the simbolists it had been an embroidery of scintillant spangles, a to tremble without outlines, it was freed of your melodic inertia and, getting rich of mimic elements, of acoustic rigidity, it was done knotted, unequal, as a mended surface. Instead of the vocalism, of the liquidity of the simbolists, the new poets intermixed their verses of outstanding consonants, forms strident, hoarse alliterations. The words, that previously were submerged in flowing of the song, they became almost that tangible, appearing as rocks in the bed of very dry river."
(A. M. RIPELLINO - MAIAKÓVSKI AND THE THEATER OF VANGUARD)
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| Thursday, 1-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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Divine Comedy...
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Divine Comedy...
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Divine Comedy...
Only God knew that was...
In her head.
Only God felt that sought...
Their ideas as insects
Only God would see that...
They tried to cover their eyes.
Only God would allow that...
Somebody photographed him.
Only God would accept...
Such daring.
Only God if it existed...
would hug our city.
y
would comfort us.
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| Wednesday, 31-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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UTOPIA
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UTOPIA
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"... There of the you stress the neoliberals y commensals were delirious / military generals.
Gentlemen of the wars / of the tragedies,
with the mission of devastating with _ the Terra _
At least they forgot that the clandestine audience sought your destiny,
in the scenery of that uncertain text, transfigured in the images of the incest among
_ Édipo y Jocasta _
both transformed in red tigresses.
Anarchists and activists invaded the sceneries, with their powerful weapons of the iconoclasts, they destroyed myths among the closed fire; a lot of action and courage.
They were the revolutionaries, children of _ Revolução _
Commanded by the whole gallery, they would bring _ Victory _
Intrepid _ Proletários _
Never the end of the - History _
They didn`t leave that that was finite... "
"Ruptures"
Elements of the text.
All were without exceptions actors of a poetry...
UTOPIA
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| Tuesday, 30-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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_Dictionaries, catalogs y histories_
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_Dictionaries, catalogs y histories_
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_Dictionaries, catalogs y histories_
I don`t remember well /
If yesterday /
Although any other day...
It rained or sun did...
There were doubts was been to leave for the streets...
Didn`t leave?
The worst amazes.
They were streets and avenues...
Cold / Nude / Statics...
Without life.
People that here inhabit and they.
Stops / Seedlings... Insensitive.
Did I do for me always to the same question?
Would such alien individuals be?
Meat puppets and bone /
Pure human clones.
Christ / Carlitos or Marilyn Monroe?
It is not that in a contest of "cover of Chaplin"
True Charles just went the put third party /
A diabolical sensation of lie y falsehood
ran as the "wind Zephyr"
From one end to the other of the city /
Diabolical ingenuousness...
blemished the truth...
took care of the imaginary popular...
Everything turned illusory and perverse...
Suddenly they accede the "lights of the city"
It retakes the life the metropolis
Fair true Carlitos played his violin /
A simple and urban symphony
Of those excluded and outlawed
It was made justice
In the urban memoirs...
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| Monday, 29-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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will it Be?
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will it Be?
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MANUEL BANDEIRA
THE HUNGER WALKS TO THE GROUPS
IN THE COACHES
LONELY /
SMILE AND DON`T CRY
IMPLORE, BUT YOU DON`T STEAL...
For the trails of the poverty...
Of the diseases
And of the lack of food.
There are no trucks /
Pushcarts nor airplanes.
Only the vulture, the bird of the skies exists...
Of the greens eucalyptuses.
Old sly
It accompanies us the whole day...
flies over it cleared /
flies over the ranches...
seeks that remained of the sacrifice
Entirely for interior.
When flying over Jequitinhonha /
Without anything in the fire...
The children and daughters
That the life /
Of them it still didn`t give up
Slave parents...
Of the clandestine works.
When they work...
Nothing gets /
Beyond swims beyond
Of the...
Fatigue /
Swelling and pain...
Nothing else than suffering.
The dirty stove for an ember of ashes...
In the pocket /
The bones of the hands in calluses of the occupation...
Open wounds
Latin America...
The expense only for the salt.
The sun / the drought in the retina /
Brief and sudden blindness...(cont.)
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manu_negra @ 2003-12-27 00:49 said: Delete
Distant anything.
They are is far away from here
In the grotas of Minas Gerais...
Unknown /
Three angels arise to the skies of the hells.
The mother guarantees /
That what belongs to her...
Only to God it belongs.
It is there are leaving the three angels...
Food?
nothing there is gotten.
It follows the redundant scene as before
The vulture flies over, on top without anything below...
To not to be the same crime /
Any rain sign.
Providences?
In the skies the angels are arriving...
Since to eat if it doesn`t get /
drinks
Because he/she is only...
Surplus coffee
And white rum.
drinks / because to drink if it can
And it gets...
What lacks here
There surplus... will it Be?
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| Sunday, 28-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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_ STAR WARS _
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_ STAR WARS _
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_ STAR WARS _
“Loucos olhos...
Olhares/ uma visão exótica...
Estranhamente terrestre,
na ótica de seus canhões...
Apontados a’oceano...”
A esperar por naves y belonaves...
Nesta espera. Só’
Chega mesmo à memória, a revolta em seu “Forte”...
Morte/ vida... RESSUSCITAS...
Em nosso imaginário a “redentora”...
Ingrata rendição da impávida sentinela...
Atalaia na espera de um astro... Um suspeito...
Rastro de quem cometa um ato ilegal...
Um sinal ao’seus 22 tenentes/ desafiadores dos poderes,
a caminhar em sua calçada,
calçados por suas botas, armados de suas pistolas,
tombados ensangüentado’sobre as atuais pedras portuguesas...
Hoje...
A beleza aérea da praia. Nas areia’suas linda’sereias...
Somente você, louca Copacabana...
Princesinha do mar, dos corações...
Paixões... Nacionais e‘strangeiras...
Poderá nos fazer lembrar y sonhar,
com a vetusta república brasileira,
onde um sonhador gagueja/ Copa... Cabana...
Bagdá pelos portões’ porteiros/ domésticas...
Quitinetes... Garagens...
Semáforos/ desaforos urbanos...
Pivetes/ rufiões/ drags... Camelôs/ prostitutas...
Policiais corruptos/ vagabundos... Pelo gosto de sangue,
a derrota é ou será uma conseqüência... Pela cozinha,
lembranças de seus inferninhos/ bares/ gangues...
Impostura,
de quem ganha pela força,
perde a vergonha y compostura...
Sempre será uma mancha branca...
Um lugar vazio na História...
Ou pela fome, sua vizinha... Help!
Outro lado da narrativa...
Chapéu Mangueira/ Cantagalo/ Tabajaras... Pavão/ Pavãozinho...
Tokio/ Milão/ Nova Iorque...
Damas y socialites... Antigas boates de grife...
“Loucos olhos...
Olhares/ uma visão exótica...
Estranhamente terrestre,
na ótica de seus canhões...
Apontados a’oceano...”
A esperar que a felicidade não seja como um balão de gás...
Que sobe y desaparece,
para depois,
na loucura desta parte da cidade,
furar y explodir em uma esquina...
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
“... Será necessário compreender que entre o objeto e a sua representação fotográfica interpõe-se uma série de ações convencionalizadas, tanto cultural como historicamente. Afinal de contas, existe uma diferença bastante significativa entre uma” carte de visite “e um instantâneo fotográfico de hoje. Por fim, há que se considerar a fotografia como uma determinada escolha realizada num conjunto de escolhas possíveis, guardando esta atitude uma relação estreita entre a visão de mundo daquele que aperta o botão e faz” clic “... A simples menção da foto já nos remete aos fatos e seus resultados”.
(MAUAD, ANA MARIA – ATRAVÉS DA IMAGEM: FOTOGRAFIA E HISTÓRIA-INTERFACES).
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| Saturday, 27-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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LANGUE
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LANGUE
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Magnificent... you are my night, my day.
Cheerful fields of the green...
Gilded sun of our beaches...
Three-colored of the yolk, ruby-red-black in the soul, blackwhite in the skin,
Summer vacation vascaíno, true carioca.
Eu te amo.. Ek het jou lief... Te dua...
Ich liebe dich... Ana behibak...
Yes kez sirumen... Obicham te... T`estimo... Wo ai ali... Sarang heio...
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...
Te ubesk... Ya tebya liubliu...
Chun raak klun... Seni seviyorum...
Ya tebe kohayu... Toi yeu em...
With all of the languages... In all of the kisses... 1 only love.
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