tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36420738596663373422024-02-20T08:22:41.331-08:00:::. . . .: ::: ::: ...:: :: ::. . :::.:::. .:::. ::: : ::: : Zzui FerreiraZzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-62677068104563550042011-10-18T14:13:00.001-07:002011-10-18T14:13:53.854-07:00Coração Esboço<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PA8vzF6S7g/Tp3r9X6qAdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UGw0gYeb2Rw/s1600/Cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2BEsbo%25C3%25A7o-.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PA8vzF6S7g/Tp3r9X6qAdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UGw0gYeb2Rw/s400/Cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2BEsbo%25C3%25A7o-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664943345926537682" border="0" /></a>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-50457889837621563442011-10-05T17:11:00.000-07:002011-10-05T18:32:42.558-07:00Fugindo Adentro<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NL0FPLX2gnQ/Toz7-8NfypI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tJHYMaCqUjQ/s1600/flores_corpo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NL0FPLX2gnQ/Toz7-8NfypI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tJHYMaCqUjQ/s400/flores_corpo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660175890431068818" /></a><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><style>@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Se</style><span style="font-size:85%;">como será a música da minha respiração?<br />a que toca além desse coração batedor</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">a que se repete no palpitar dessa veia<br />– a veia do silêncio<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">aqui,<br />do lado esquerdo<br />e por todos os lados,<br />de dentro<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">a música<br />Não qualquer</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Como será?</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">( )</span><br /></p>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-46560592421533160482011-09-03T18:21:00.000-07:002011-10-05T17:01:59.772-07:00Bateu Asas e Voou... ou Outros Portos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYx969i9aLU/TmLSohVlslI/AAAAAAAAAZI/52n92ef00as/s1600/Navio-Porto%253C3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYx969i9aLU/TmLSohVlslI/AAAAAAAAAZI/52n92ef00as/s400/Navio-Porto%253C3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648308476261544530" border="0" /></a>e carrego no coração<br />o forte abraço<br />o feliz sorriso<br />a leve dança<br />a música fluida<br /><br />e o teu olhar no meu<br /><br />e quantos desses versos repeti?<br />quantos mais portos hei de ir?<br /><br />ti perco<br />não me encontro<br />ti acho<br />e ainda não acertoZzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-24861671699218369452011-08-22T11:10:00.000-07:002011-08-22T11:13:36.786-07:00Quem inventou a partida...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7ODPycvR1k/TlKb3pMakWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/idUGD-rcYSY/s1600/Caligrafia-1%2Bmail.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7ODPycvR1k/TlKb3pMakWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/idUGD-rcYSY/s400/Caligrafia-1%2Bmail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643744663301689698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">- do baú da vovó</span>
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<br />Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-24919387936747985892011-07-18T08:15:00.000-07:002011-07-23T19:01:40.844-07:00Bordado<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSvAuog95D8/TiROoCzcrnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4_Q_UyEk46A/s1600/cora%25C3%25A7aoBORDADO_.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSvAuog95D8/TiROoCzcrnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4_Q_UyEk46A/s400/cora%25C3%25A7aoBORDADO_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630711883974356594" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">le bordado é como um amor </span></span></span></div></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">que espera guardado</span></div></span><h6 face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">cada ponto é um minuto respirado</span></div><span class="messageBody"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">sentindo a paz preencher</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: left;">de um outro modo</div></span></span></h6><h6 face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">em linhas que vão e vêm</span></div><span class="messageBody"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">sem perceberem-se no tempo</span></div><span class="text_exposed_show"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">a entorpecer cada movimento</span></div></span></span></h6></div>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-70310463576130000332011-05-25T10:44:00.000-07:002011-05-27T10:40:55.971-07:00Acredita Ela<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VK4G_ZPLcRk/Td1SvlcQPDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ORVIgbsBpL4/s1600/sapatinhos_joanete_.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VK4G_ZPLcRk/Td1SvlcQPDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ORVIgbsBpL4/s400/sapatinhos_joanete_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610731688231451698" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gbPxQOwoFQ/Td1AAXVmorI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9iR9PpXDnlc/s1600/sapatinhos_joanete.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">calçou o salto alto</span></a><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gbPxQOwoFQ/Td1AAXVmorI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9iR9PpXDnlc/s1600/sapatinhos_joanete.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">e como um ato natural do seu andar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">saiu disfarçando sua própria surpresa</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">acredita ela, distraída na elegância</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">acredita para si,</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> sempre fôra assim</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">disfarçadamente elegante</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">com seus ossos ascendentes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">sem passos tortos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">cem passos ossos<br />no salto</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">acredita ela<br />calejar para sarar<br />sarar para ser<br />ser mais o quê<br /><br />acredita ela<br />apenas ser<br />para ela</span></a></span></div>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-44811449642845075532011-05-20T09:04:00.000-07:002011-05-20T10:25:40.733-07:00Vazio, o Cheio<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-wLkF5Jz-EVlahwox-TxUrQKSynRIBRS46dahZKOEC1I8rYJq-Z0axLnhR5JD6cdQTtPj46HqgTP-8OgjSlACBTD4DV6RkIr8FgiFP9f-r3vc5PlMjKEZJn4C-SwpcQMVQup94e53hPu/s1600/vaziocheio.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-wLkF5Jz-EVlahwox-TxUrQKSynRIBRS46dahZKOEC1I8rYJq-Z0axLnhR5JD6cdQTtPj46HqgTP-8OgjSlACBTD4DV6RkIr8FgiFP9f-r3vc5PlMjKEZJn4C-SwpcQMVQup94e53hPu/s400/vaziocheio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608829993608143522" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >vazio cheio</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e cheio</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >o vazio</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >se esvai</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >vai-se</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >rio</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />beira abaixo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />meio todo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >não por inteiro</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />o vazio cheio</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >esvai</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /> e não sai<br /> <br /></span>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-15197783479104892502011-05-15T20:07:00.000-07:002011-10-13T18:59:15.494-07:00Paragem e Ressonâncias<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhAW27egYLgeZ2iSbKGu93V-HuCfga1MabyHA-yKYVcsMqLO3QUhQNjE-rCocWxcLvdfv7r4yDT39PIc6ggjOfPAtcJ2ARoPnzj8CXB9E9p3ABK2c7PCHcvP8I2P6EA5hfMWYqLGThER9/s1600/CapaAgenda.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhAW27egYLgeZ2iSbKGu93V-HuCfga1MabyHA-yKYVcsMqLO3QUhQNjE-rCocWxcLvdfv7r4yDT39PIc6ggjOfPAtcJ2ARoPnzj8CXB9E9p3ABK2c7PCHcvP8I2P6EA5hfMWYqLGThER9/s400/CapaAgenda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607145662304075970" border="0" /></a><br /><style>@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cheguei aqui d’uma paragem para abrigar o caminho em frente, pós desenganos, e ceder às ilusões prósperas, o que compete outros seres e sentimentos não meus. Mas vim com uma segurança de quem quer nos desafios se afiar, e na condolência</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">dos encontros me deixar apenas ir, como fui. Coincidências confusas; solos abrigados e pouco compartilhados; uma sutil atenção; e a saudade de um pouco ou nada vivido. É uma sensação de abandono próprio a espera de um gesto que comporte aquelas palavras. Mas quais palavras? As que meu coração sentiu-se confortável em abrigar e não soube ecoar. As ressonâncias desse sentir não vêm de uma origem certa e se acusa pelo ideal do conforto em teus braços. Apenas! Além das palavras e ouvidos, do sono cuidado e da vontade de mais. Mais... Abandonei-me nesse sentir mais que confuso, encabulado e retraído de atitudes que se impõem certeiras e por isso, talvez por isso, o eco não tenha amparado, ou o amparo não tenha cedido. E já, nesse pouco viver, me pergunto se já, se já é hora de um novo abandono, uma necessária desocupação do ti, em mim. Pois aqui, onde abrigou o que se sabia sentir, já não se basta ancorar no consolo da inconstante presença. Agora acusa-</span><span style="font-size:85%;">se</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, mas teme lançar-se ao indefinido longe do ti de mim. Teme, e ainda que em súplica, geme: liberta-me sentir!</span></p>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-77386345054270401502010-06-11T13:29:00.001-07:002010-06-11T13:31:34.332-07:00TPM Existencial<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk5BcWS90Kw/TBKc2dc2nvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/7eiY82suC5Q/s1600/veias_existencial.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk5BcWS90Kw/TBKc2dc2nvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/7eiY82suC5Q/s400/veias_existencial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481616155895832306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >?¿</span>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-78400937610538980062010-03-16T11:29:00.001-07:002010-03-16T11:31:31.743-07:00Coração Vendido<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzJdFGZ6LB7qD466BWefdGR5hlQJJCae8Vlbe4DhZ1LdU28w-MH5SaVT7JV1Y72AsHNwodmEINekRaQWtPhOnz3Y0ME1H8jaCBVsorM4BEIjTElpSTzTVq9JxdCtGQww_q1nbiVNHSjIZy/s1600-h/CoracaoVendido.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzJdFGZ6LB7qD466BWefdGR5hlQJJCae8Vlbe4DhZ1LdU28w-MH5SaVT7JV1Y72AsHNwodmEINekRaQWtPhOnz3Y0ME1H8jaCBVsorM4BEIjTElpSTzTVq9JxdCtGQww_q1nbiVNHSjIZy/s400/CoracaoVendido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449301071922188178" border="0" /></a>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-52974660137861326182010-03-04T13:06:00.001-08:002010-03-04T13:08:35.593-08:00Partida Umbilical<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEEV13py3Y55-lITxNSfuyPtgzzMuVtvVi2oCXjmBdwkUDG6vcMS8yTc1R1L8cLTaKcxyXV-_9KN0itmE1Gp3so6GM455k1zpJVkKWFS9m4BNem7jZm-VIFz5KfN3sN9VoLS8WEjAr5KZH/s1600-h/Partida_Umbilical.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEEV13py3Y55-lITxNSfuyPtgzzMuVtvVi2oCXjmBdwkUDG6vcMS8yTc1R1L8cLTaKcxyXV-_9KN0itmE1Gp3so6GM455k1zpJVkKWFS9m4BNem7jZm-VIFz5KfN3sN9VoLS8WEjAr5KZH/s400/Partida_Umbilical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444888547644392546" border="0" /></a>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-13937881025170782832009-08-30T12:12:00.000-07:002011-05-21T14:41:47.952-07:00Fígado<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCEt9XE99lnkhb21uDwDNgVkwwCsDuktSmmDoerQeRvbgFOq8woLWvyPXGUsxjOvfD9Tc5o9ajpLQLO7Jhd6e4xVyaeJllJ7G0WwVq9vgAj3_0DN3DyQ-e1S3Xij0xULHHprQ60VAFZdK9/s1600-h/figado_blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCEt9XE99lnkhb21uDwDNgVkwwCsDuktSmmDoerQeRvbgFOq8woLWvyPXGUsxjOvfD9Tc5o9ajpLQLO7Jhd6e4xVyaeJllJ7G0WwVq9vgAj3_0DN3DyQ-e1S3Xij0xULHHprQ60VAFZdK9/s400/figado_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375837523808483922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >conviver com a tua arrogância,<br />fazia bem para o meu fígado</span>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-48442826659799986462009-05-14T13:34:00.001-07:002010-03-04T13:19:24.632-08:00Pulmão<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk5BcWS90Kw/SgyAuQFxSzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lBqbbQsHsWw/s1600-h/Pulmao_verdepost.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk5BcWS90Kw/SgyAuQFxSzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lBqbbQsHsWw/s400/Pulmao_verdepost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335781190608702258" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br />e lá fora é tudo fumaça<br />Já não chove e não te encontro<br />TRAQUÉIA</span>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-49957612155124846252009-05-09T11:37:00.000-07:002009-05-09T12:14:47.644-07:00Dos medos<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-KadjzL15fI&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-KadjzL15fI&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-17478800272041199792009-05-08T09:34:00.000-07:002009-05-09T11:40:42.857-07:00Quem roubou meus sonhos?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7aH95qp81RcICeQ1JvCrVw1F_o__TNX0YM0LGgP9pqk0ysNtwnUauOzaZatIeiV_u2XPfngdn5H6FQ6nBnUdE0ENTWZQW_yp2EB7DLlPTg1toAIctmkTPY62nY6dT_wDMEsAN3lw6VMD/s1600-h/Ju_NinjanaoSonho.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7aH95qp81RcICeQ1JvCrVw1F_o__TNX0YM0LGgP9pqk0ysNtwnUauOzaZatIeiV_u2XPfngdn5H6FQ6nBnUdE0ENTWZQW_yp2EB7DLlPTg1toAIctmkTPY62nY6dT_wDMEsAN3lw6VMD/s400/Ju_NinjanaoSonho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333501761985625170" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">não sinto não sonho não cheiro<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">meu único medo é fing</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">r</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[imagem roubada. poesia plágio]</span></span></span></div>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-53453166768152522862009-05-08T08:36:00.000-07:002011-08-15T05:28:47.236-07:00Arvor ar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHkoQcusXMWt3ghnsTNXsdOtIog2IVD18ZZSuEwxpFdIRCjVikSdjTSRXmp7kksTwNkC2bynujYY8ya-_6-0zKV3R7Drj0rI-NLwkxdwvGnjuhJMUISorH55PKrO0ykvQHV5H9fcpbgVT8/s1600-h/arvore_09.bmp"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHkoQcusXMWt3ghnsTNXsdOtIog2IVD18ZZSuEwxpFdIRCjVikSdjTSRXmp7kksTwNkC2bynujYY8ya-_6-0zKV3R7Drj0rI-NLwkxdwvGnjuhJMUISorH55PKrO0ykvQHV5H9fcpbgVT8/s400/arvore_09.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333477704048171106" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">verbo</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">AR VOR AR</span></span></span>
<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuGapbOmI88&feature=channel_video_title
<br /></div></span>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-68249261959063109372009-05-08T07:35:00.000-07:002009-05-12T09:45:01.383-07:00...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTN4pVq8LQl3umgK-FbIxMKBrm75ztVibwOozm2OUoPk7aFtCxbY9nc35D0VWPPMn8amESK8lOqBa2HL-I8DJFyHJRmBPwDq9sxCkiy-m8UGtVV_U2qR0IRzNSh4yGGaraclnwvHzQn7O1/s1600-h/grupie+ort+2009+web-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTN4pVq8LQl3umgK-FbIxMKBrm75ztVibwOozm2OUoPk7aFtCxbY9nc35D0VWPPMn8amESK8lOqBa2HL-I8DJFyHJRmBPwDq9sxCkiy-m8UGtVV_U2qR0IRzNSh4yGGaraclnwvHzQn7O1/s400/grupie+ort+2009+web-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333473126064277634" /></a>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-3047158339405017992009-01-16T12:57:00.001-08:002009-05-08T10:45:21.723-07:00ôca<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk5BcWS90Kw/SgRVEbwMA_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/4Nfc3yuQe8E/s1600-h/bocaOCA+caboca.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk5BcWS90Kw/SgRVEbwMA_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/4Nfc3yuQe8E/s400/bocaOCA+caboca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333481393371218930" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Boca Oca - boca ca - caO - oca ca - ca boca</span></span></span></div><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk5BcWS90Kw/SXD2-jLz1-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/qcqWUho1Mf0/s1600-h/bocaOCAoca.jpg"></a></div></div></div>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-13362288781320546772008-12-03T15:57:00.000-08:002009-05-09T11:42:14.423-07:00Auto-retrato<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-V5nBAoh9ZphCciU6DrD-TrIzcMDdaWuLWD6jK54Tlj0JRcknj6ryGGqBPBjoi-gQw2pRVwrRhbRt2YMUNNtNdbLhZx4osOM-cQ119qd0Vgbk58DsMpqADsul0xGqswm3Iw8jtco5Oa6N/s1600-h/DES08_cerebro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-V5nBAoh9ZphCciU6DrD-TrIzcMDdaWuLWD6jK54Tlj0JRcknj6ryGGqBPBjoi-gQw2pRVwrRhbRt2YMUNNtNdbLhZx4osOM-cQ119qd0Vgbk58DsMpqADsul0xGqswm3Iw8jtco5Oa6N/s400/DES08_cerebro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275717800726322258" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A fadiga de assim estar </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dentro aqui parece haver </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A morte das células </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mortas de fadiga </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A expulsar mazelas</span></span></span></span></span><br /></div></span>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-31295082777085516582008-11-30T16:18:00.002-08:002008-12-16T17:29:09.002-08:00criseNosContinentes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk5BcWS90Kw/STlgo34bwII/AAAAAAAAAIU/8RAafO9OqUI/s1600-h/DES07_criseNosContinentes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276354693752930434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk5BcWS90Kw/STlgo34bwII/AAAAAAAAAIU/8RAafO9OqUI/s400/DES07_criseNosContinentes.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"> </p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-73087439397640551502008-11-30T16:18:00.001-08:002009-05-09T11:42:39.027-07:00Esquecido Amanhã<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk5BcWS90Kw/STccqEVpPiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wiG9FUAvxd8/s1600-h/DES06_esquecidoAmanh%C3%A3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk5BcWS90Kw/STccqEVpPiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wiG9FUAvxd8/s400/DES06_esquecidoAmanh%C3%A3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275716997532433954" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">inspiração explícita</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /></span><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></p>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-91904222154636489902008-11-30T16:16:00.001-08:002008-11-30T16:18:13.194-08:00Dá Igual<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1a4fi_z_qodKKZr433wiCJtlacrNkq-hJc3EOkBSp6hvN1R4fm8uLmiOlWejyElad-NVhxBnt86eAcc7kXlL_MWHtdMWlHypd9X6s8RYx45k0MW4NEYzxLA69IB77ly2Yx5GM1Ns4gzr/s1600-h/DES05_mininaDaIgual.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1a4fi_z_qodKKZr433wiCJtlacrNkq-hJc3EOkBSp6hvN1R4fm8uLmiOlWejyElad-NVhxBnt86eAcc7kXlL_MWHtdMWlHypd9X6s8RYx45k0MW4NEYzxLA69IB77ly2Yx5GM1Ns4gzr/s400/DES05_mininaDaIgual.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274609015663844738" /></a><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;">Absolutamente inalterável a relação “pós antes” quando se cria expectativas ou se quer demais e vaga-se muito. Eu por horas me vejo iludida ou desiludida com a minha própria ilusão... Dá igual. É tudo infundado e afundado numa mesmice crise de abstinência ilusória. A necessária ilusão. Do tipo: pouca ocupação sensorial para se arrumar desculpas das crenças ou possivelmente sonhos não abstraídos, quando não são gozados. E por falar em gozo, um ponto interessante para se questionar a tal da satisfação que nos vem indagar constantemente, principalmente aos inquietos seres questionadores de suas existências “espaço físico subliminar” das relações terrenas. E para os que vivem na voltagem lunar, então... <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">(escrito de março/2004</span>)<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-71781215826755340182008-11-30T16:15:00.000-08:002009-05-08T08:08:11.150-07:00SobreVive<div align="left"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk5BcWS90Kw/STUrafB2glI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4ar_23Bqncg/s1600-h/DES04_sobrevive.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275170272540262994" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 254px; height: 400px; " alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bk5BcWS90Kw/STUrafB2glI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4ar_23Bqncg/s400/DES04_sobrevive.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><br /></span></p></div>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-56172395162187759262008-11-30T16:01:00.000-08:002009-05-08T10:39:05.657-07:00“Destripo mi corazon”<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vk1CuSUX4R8&feature=channel_page"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQ0tbeudT7cIQiSW6R4bZkrNxyRb-rBrv8qf7CauSC0k2z5FwFVoyIpOC9oS4I5OWIQSfILoRLeTH9MhakeUjkJQFEJq76AIFBMjwCRZOEhJ0fcgqEXl6p_86CVh-OCxNDiLC0JVRpwMj/s400/DES03_destripo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274605285145156658" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Vídeo-Poema em leitura não linear de "tripas"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Nesse momento escorre. Um sito de guerra no encantamento. E tudo, esmagar o sentir. Honestamente em mim... Preencher o que falta. As palavras... Se topam, numa sincera dor. Esmaga,topam, chegam. Esse corpo. O silêncio. E o tripúdio cabe aqui como presente teu. Se gastam com ordens de morte. Essas tais palavras de sangue finaliza. O verso que você plantou. Esmaga. Esmaga! Exorcisa. Despacha. Regenera... E aqui. O corpo como comprimido parece escorrer.Por qual dessas veias escorre. Palavras de morte do sentimento.E o silêncio soa cavar. Essa dor sobrevive embalada no sopro do silêncio. Digerindo eu. E recorro para o oprimir. Oprimir o intestino. Donde esvai o pesar. Das tripas o coração. Dor atada na opressão desses dizeres. E recorro para o oprimir. Onde? Não cabe. O vazio nutrido. Comprimido. Privação. Frustração quase. Nada é morte. Tudo ainda vivo. E as veias vão e vêem. E vá. E vá! Assim parou. E morre aqui. No sopro do silêncio... E foi-se ao esquecimento. Espreme aqui um sito de guerra.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vk1CuSUX4R8&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vk1CuSUX4R8&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642073859666337342.post-36238056859348686502008-11-30T16:00:00.000-08:002008-12-03T16:59:58.211-08:00Tripas<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUROoKWjGPUl75vjVyEeY4jxBNHCOnYaUv17F6svtY0-tnK4U2kfWtjQIL8i9SfIvvO5YOmzu80z0WOTvHmehu6TRVVfhu8zn_uU48FAL6hNbqfy73W6qo6Hykdzt_y_8wwO1smfJLRYZ5/s1600-h/DES02_tripas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUROoKWjGPUl75vjVyEeY4jxBNHCOnYaUv17F6svtY0-tnK4U2kfWtjQIL8i9SfIvvO5YOmzu80z0WOTvHmehu6TRVVfhu8zn_uU48FAL6hNbqfy73W6qo6Hykdzt_y_8wwO1smfJLRYZ5/s400/DES02_tripas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274605094691637842" /></a><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">composição não linear de "poema-veias"</span></span></span></span></span><br /></div></span></p>Zzuihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085373633253647849noreply@blogger.com0