tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49579613793731087322012-02-16T09:32:37.689-08:00apocalipopótamoestes são mesmo scrapsVITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-54978394310710275232011-11-01T21:49:00.000-07:002011-11-01T21:49:18.975-07:00minimal ornitologia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIHhXkWXVT8/TrDLYjm_2nI/AAAAAAAABfs/rKVkv53N4sk/s1600/100_6762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIHhXkWXVT8/TrDLYjm_2nI/AAAAAAAABfs/rKVkv53N4sk/s400/100_6762.JPG" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">na precariedade do ninho</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">três mínimos passarinhozinhos</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">tão menores que seus pais passarinhos</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">já tão pequenininhos</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-5497839431071027523?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-72792503280883570172011-06-20T17:02:00.000-07:002011-06-20T17:02:37.708-07:00Fausto Nilo cantando Você se Lembra<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qSlJXOLZ4_o?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-7279250328088357017?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Virgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11959255693206902227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-10256574564619831902011-01-05T14:58:00.000-08:002011-01-05T14:58:51.319-08:00e, no segundo dia...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/TST3OW3pCuI/AAAAAAAABYc/e0se07v3xzA/s1600/100_2255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/TST3OW3pCuI/AAAAAAAABYc/e0se07v3xzA/s320/100_2255.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto de vicente vitoriano</span></span></div><br /><br /><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">dois passos dados</span><br /><div> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">dois dias vividos</span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">idos</span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">indo em frente</span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">como o vento</span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">em comoventes voltas</span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">mas</span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">abertas estão as portas</span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">as locas e tocas cheias de portas abertas</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">sair</span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">passar</span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">passear</span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">passarinhar</span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">ave/viver</span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">até a próxima curva</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">o próximo verão</span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">nos verá</span><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: small;">lindos</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-1025657456461983190?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-15631603635189977842010-10-24T06:56:00.000-07:002010-10-24T06:58:41.718-07:00reflexões em terceira dimensão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/TMQ6qKmJXvI/AAAAAAAABS8/FU3Lk6TjU_M/s1600/escher+Order+and+Chaos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/TMQ6qKmJXvI/AAAAAAAABS8/FU3Lk6TjU_M/s1600/escher+Order+and+Chaos.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Gravura de M. C. Escher.</span><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: x-small;">poemeto a partir de sugestão de eustachio lima </span></div><div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">penso</span><br /><div></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">logo</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">sólidos se avolumam a meu redor</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">e me impedem conectar as idéias</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">idiotices soam todas elas</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">ricocheteando nos espelhos</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">quebrando-os</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">paisagens cúbicas se descortinam</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">e exibem esferas moles</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">conservadas em denso caldo teórico</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">prismas e pirâmides caem como chuva</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">enquanto metamorfoseiam-se</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">em paralelepípedos incandescentes</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">meu corpo, mera pasta informe,</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">pulsa de estultice!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-1563160363518997784?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-81689392918934105662010-10-19T20:21:00.000-07:002010-10-19T20:22:25.046-07:00um vírus que agride todos os brasileiros<span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">atenção!</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">recebi esta e estou repassando: </span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">hackers bolivianos inocularam um vírus no yahoo e no google</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">ele assume ações danosas diferentes</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">mediante a combinação espacial</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">das palavras <dilma> e <serra></serra></dilma></span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">nos textos das mensagens.</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">não abra mensagens em que você supõe</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">haver as duas palavras. </span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">caso abra e continue abrindo, não espere coisas radicais de imediato</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">como ter todo o hd deletado.</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">só aos poucos é que você começa a perceber certos problemas.</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">no princípio, pode ser uma desconfiguração do seu teclado </span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">que também pode perder toda comunicação com o computador.</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">você instala outro, trabalha um pouco e o problema volta.</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">neste meio tempo, casualmente, começam a aparecer</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"> inserções de um insistente popup sonoro e animado com um peido.</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">você desliga o som, mas não consegue se livrar da imagem</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">daquela coisa soprando.</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">depois, ou antes, ou nunca se você não abrir as mensagens,</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">podem ocorrer panes em outros periféricos como o mause,</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">que passa a ser um total desobediente.</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">o monitor, por mais que você reconfigure, sempre que o computador</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">for recarregado, passará a mostrar resoluções não programadas.</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">e apresentar variações dimensionais, vez em quando, com refluxos luminosos.</span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">por fim, você pode tentar ligar o computador e nem nem. </span><br /><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-8168939291893410566?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-70097909266967160412010-09-23T19:41:00.000-07:002010-09-23T19:41:27.902-07:00Arroubo beat para eustachio lima<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/TJwPHi7XGBI/AAAAAAAABSg/eg7bFb2UoFg/s1600/fatimadantas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/TJwPHi7XGBI/AAAAAAAABSg/eg7bFb2UoFg/s400/fatimadantas.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Primeiro beijo. Fotografia de Fátima Dantas</span></div><br /><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">arroubo beat para eustachio lima</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">muitas ondas quebrando nesta praia. </span><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">na minha praia. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">na praia do desassossego e da desordem. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">adoro ordem. ordem e boleros. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">letras de bolero me enchem o saco. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">e nada objetivo sai do saco. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">o saco possui bolsos onde procuro esconder saudades. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">amorfas saudades de tempos por vir e de pessoas por nascer. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-7009790926696716041?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-86228511524048348142010-05-17T21:49:00.000-07:002010-05-17T21:49:49.696-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/S_Ibc-Y5iGI/AAAAAAAABNc/u96xO5GkZRc/s1600/MANH%C3%83+DE+OUTONO+,+NOS+JARDINS+DA+DULCINEA.27-03-2010,+PONTA+NEGR+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/S_Ibc-Y5iGI/AAAAAAAABNc/u96xO5GkZRc/s320/MANH%C3%83+DE+OUTONO+,+NOS+JARDINS+DA+DULCINEA.27-03-2010,+PONTA+NEGR+008.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">manhã de outono no jardim da dulcinea</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">foto de dulcinea viegas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">uma nostalgia surrealista</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">apura-se</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">desespera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">a palavra surda</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">escrita no etéreo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">parece não conter seu poder esmagador</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">de vida e morte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">emite um mole choque ótico</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">e cala</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-8622851152404834814?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-18186654726644887082009-10-21T18:21:00.000-07:002009-10-21T18:32:14.342-07:00"A verdade da memória"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/St-0xtvNSKI/AAAAAAAABFY/bbqf1IorZuI/s1600-h/sally+mann+memory%27s+truth+2008.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/St-0xtvNSKI/AAAAAAAABFY/bbqf1IorZuI/s320/sally+mann+memory%27s+truth+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395229644797331618" /></a><br />Foto: Sally Mann - "Memory's truth", 2008 <br /><br /><br /><br />aí eu pergunto:<br />posso confiar?<br />o meandro foi rompido<br />a pista foi apagada<br />o tempo morreu<br /><br />e lá estava<br />eu<br />assim, assado<br />passado a ferro<br />com o futuro em brasas<br /><br />lembrar é cinza<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-1818665472664488708?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-35004930778169137872009-07-24T08:47:00.000-07:002009-07-24T08:51:11.219-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SmnX6LKWtCI/AAAAAAAABDU/UXFzlZ107CI/s1600-h/city+01.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SmnX6LKWtCI/AAAAAAAABDU/UXFzlZ107CI/s400/city+01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362054225789891618" /></a><br /><br />city 02. foto de vicente vitoriano<br /><br /><br />fora de si<br />a cidade é dada<br />à deriva<br />ao mangue<br />à duna<br />ao mar<br />molduras transpostas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-3500493077816913787?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-74896948190165152912009-06-21T20:52:00.000-07:002009-06-26T20:19:46.015-07:00variações sobre o corvo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/Sj8AxGOb6iI/AAAAAAAABB0/NPdNNSZC8so/s1600-h/andr%C3%A9+toma+corvos2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/Sj8AxGOb6iI/AAAAAAAABB0/NPdNNSZC8so/s400/andr%C3%A9+toma+corvos2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349995725824191010" /></a><br />corvos de andre toma<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a bruma é meu lugar<br />a bruma dissolve a minha máscara<br />e eu voo<br />não temerei quando o sol vier<br />olharei de frente pra ele<br />enfrentar a cegueira<br />arder<br /><br />a bruma é onde moro<br />a bruma derrete a minha máscara<br />e eu voo<br />não temo quando o sol vem<br />eu olho de frente pra ele<br />e na cegueira<br />eu queimo<br /><br />a bruma é aqui mesmo<br />a bruma consome a minha máscara<br />e minhas asas<br />não me faz medo a vinda do sol<br />olho no olho do sol<br />fico cego<br />em brasas<br /><br />a bruma é<br />a bruma é minha máscara<br />aéreo<br />sem temor<br />enfrento o sol<br />cego<br />comburido<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-7489694819016515291?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-43417228670873912552008-11-21T09:06:00.000-08:002008-11-21T09:16:34.247-08:00negra<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SSbsjbJEWdI/AAAAAAAAAu8/iIBriLh8ysM/s1600-h/2ea9d0ece75bcb7804332888b5987c26.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SSbsjbJEWdI/AAAAAAAAAu8/iIBriLh8ysM/s400/2ea9d0ece75bcb7804332888b5987c26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271160507209112018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Descupaê a falta de referência da foto... Mas não é massa?<br /></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">é negra a ausência<br />é negra a presença branca<br />é negra, é negra, pois<br /><br />vermelha, minha pele é negra<br />negro, sou índio sem ser da índia<br />sozinho, sou lindo<br /><br />com pecado, sou branco?<br />sem pecado, sou negro?<br />livre do pecado, transpareço</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-4341722867087391255?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-34814410448285553962008-10-29T21:16:00.000-07:002008-10-29T21:24:45.668-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SQk2Y7UIbtI/AAAAAAAAAqk/8vGQrJrrOTg/s1600-h/LEANDRO+Corvo+textura.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SQk2Y7UIbtI/AAAAAAAAAqk/8vGQrJrrOTg/s400/LEANDRO+Corvo+textura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262797441426026194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">O corvo. Desenho de Leandro Gomes.<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">O corvo</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">a bruma é mesmo o meu lugar<br />a bruma dissolve a minha máscara<br />e eu vôo<br /><br />não terei medo se o sol vier<br />vou olhar para ele de frente<br />assumir a cegueira<br />e arder</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-3481441044828555396?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-63994515511379806252008-10-20T18:40:00.001-07:002008-10-20T19:09:16.925-07:00CORDURA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SP04r1QzSjI/AAAAAAAAAqE/k1NK76xr3s4/s1600-h/urbano.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SP04r1QzSjI/AAAAAAAAAqE/k1NK76xr3s4/s400/urbano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259422265521687090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Urbano. Imagem de obra de Cláudio Damasceno</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">CORDURA</span><br /><br />no centro<br />estou só<br />multiplico-me para os lados<br />e continuo sozinho<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-6399451551137980625?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-40298627943387689032008-10-03T21:52:00.000-07:002008-10-03T22:07:25.265-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SOb5iZE7bNI/AAAAAAAAApg/-_Tg-SxO4CU/s1600-h/Dagmar+sobre-natural+01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SOb5iZE7bNI/AAAAAAAAApg/-_Tg-SxO4CU/s400/Dagmar+sobre-natural+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253160384616688850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Lápis de cor de Dagmar Medeiros para o projeto Sobre/Natural do Grupo Universitário de Aquarela e Pastel - GUAP</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" >sobre/natural</span><br /><br />as pernas soltas da cadeira preparam quedas<br />você cai e esmaga pirilampos<br />seus dedos refulgem<br />um passeio assim ao por do sol<br />quando o sol arde brando e as lâmpadas acendem<br />você registra e sabe que o que você registra<br />não é mera história ou memória<br />é massa de pigmento<br />é desenho<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-4029862794338768903?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-30019413642126097752008-10-03T21:36:00.000-07:002008-10-03T21:45:18.089-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SOb0bZFye1I/AAAAAAAAApY/075O0DD1brk/s1600-h/leandro+palat+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SOb0bZFye1I/AAAAAAAAApY/075O0DD1brk/s400/leandro+palat+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253154766803073874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotoescaner de Leandro Garcia</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">assim</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">quando as balas raspam</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">quando as caras mascaram-se</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">quando a música para</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">a poesia cala</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ou fala trôpega</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">indecisa</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">dúbia</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">com seus pés quebrados</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-3001941364212609775?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-63893990384033814302008-09-09T19:49:00.000-07:002008-09-09T19:50:45.998-07:00Clique para ver a imagem ampliada<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uyl9a0TKNk/SMc19JfOA7I/AAAAAAAAA7I/2KBPHRL6J7U/s1600-h/a+vida+n%C3%A3o+%C3%A9....jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uyl9a0TKNk/SMc19JfOA7I/AAAAAAAAA7I/2KBPHRL6J7U/s200/a+vida+n%C3%A3o+%C3%A9....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244219615731385266" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-6389399038403381430?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nivaldete ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03718484275667010725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-17885320417903945732008-09-02T20:07:00.000-07:002008-09-02T20:23:39.696-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SL4CwK0uS5I/AAAAAAAAAhc/-mC_f80nmr4/s1600-h/Dorian+Gray.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SL4CwK0uS5I/AAAAAAAAAhc/-mC_f80nmr4/s400/Dorian+Gray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241630042868304786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Casario de Dorian Gray<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Para meu amigo e mestre e agora colega doutor da UFRN<br />Dorian Gray Caldas<br /><br />mistérios concisos<br />encerram-se por trás<br />das espetaculares fachadas<br />mas não há nada atrás da tela<br />além talvez<br />do espelho cego<br />em que não se vê o artista<br /><br />atiro-me no plástico da tinta<br />se quero transpor aquelas paredes de mil cores<br />não sei se por trás ou por dentro da tela<br />o fragor da vida me ensurdece<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-1788532041790394573?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-16018217802436524392008-08-28T18:08:00.000-07:002008-08-28T18:16:31.163-07:00Preguiça<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SLdNrDb0yYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/C8dUvTXgGaM/s1600-h/vicente+pregui%C3%A7a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SLdNrDb0yYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/C8dUvTXgGaM/s400/vicente+pregui%C3%A7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239742093520587138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Vicente Preguiça. Foto de Dulcinea Macedo.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Preguiça</span><br /><br /></span></div>tenho preguiça de respirar<br />preguiça de ter preguiça<br />espreguiçar-se na espreguiçadeira<br />e olhar de lado para a natureza<br /><br />a preguiça mata<br />mas eu tenho preguiça de morrer<br />ela é a mãe da pobreza<br />e eu sou rico só de preguiça<br /><br />tenho preguiça de amanhecer<br />preguiça de estar<br />uso a preguiça como cobertor<br />e tenho preguiça de sonhar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-1601821780243652439?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-1145793727893630012008-08-11T15:25:00.000-07:002008-08-11T15:34:04.861-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uyl9a0TKNk/SKC80o2ImZI/AAAAAAAAA4s/2GPMVBlctK4/s1600-h/gato%C2%B4barthes+006+%28Small%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uyl9a0TKNk/SKC80o2ImZI/AAAAAAAAA4s/2GPMVBlctK4/s200/gato%C2%B4barthes+006+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233390379508210066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Gato<br />não apto<br />ao rapto<br />do rato<br /><br />Gato que só dorme<br />E n o r m e...</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-114579372789363001?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nivaldete ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03718484275667010725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-32664225287687913902008-08-05T15:14:00.000-07:002008-08-05T15:20:52.028-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1uyl9a0TKNk/SJjRsw2xDVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/oHlF2uXK4Wk/s1600-h/artvisuais+005+%28WinCE%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1uyl9a0TKNk/SJjRsw2xDVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/oHlF2uXK4Wk/s200/artvisuais+005+%28WinCE%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231161534149889362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-family: arial;">Oh...<br />esse m-<br />Olho...<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-3266422528768791390?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nivaldete ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03718484275667010725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-72786092783556189012008-08-01T19:20:00.001-07:002008-08-01T19:22:08.931-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SJPElsyqSfI/AAAAAAAAAdE/XtgAD7CQrLM/s1600-h/080627071659.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229739744265128434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SJPElsyqSfI/AAAAAAAAAdE/XtgAD7CQrLM/s400/080627071659.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> Foto de Dulcinea Macedo<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br />os pingos da madrugada<br /><br />madrugada<br />pele enrugada<br />nada<br /><br />pele tépida<br />ar<br />terapia<br /><br />pedras de sal<br />cajus<br />e estrelas<br /><br />inundação<br />do ontem<br />na sombra fria<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-7278609278355618901?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-87250488037049206742008-06-10T19:13:00.000-07:002008-06-10T19:26:30.577-07:00RIP RAP<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SE825oMBEkI/AAAAAAAAAYE/CM21x-ma-20/s1600-h/CAM%C3%95ES-Abril-2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210443657559216706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SE825oMBEkI/AAAAAAAAAYE/CM21x-ma-20/s400/CAM%C3%95ES-Abril-2008.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem obtida em cigarranapaisagem.blogspot.com</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">tlec</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">tlec</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">tlec</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">resquiescat in pacem</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">rip</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">resta o que?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">tlec</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">tlec</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">tlec</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">rhythm and poetry</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">rap</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">o poeta rapina a língua</span> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-8725048803704920674?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-5466244352043967772008-06-01T21:00:00.000-07:002008-06-01T21:14:09.796-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SENzO2KIr6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/KmxqnGQ51hY/s1600-h/Flandrin,+hippolyte+jovem+sentado+a+beira+mar+1836.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207132293063815074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SENzO2KIr6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/KmxqnGQ51hY/s400/Flandrin,+hippolyte+jovem+sentado+a+beira+mar+1836.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> Hyppolite Flandrin. Jovem sentado a beira mar, 1836.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br />faço silêncio no começo da madrugada<br /><br />fico calado<br /><br />ponho o dedo na boca<br /><br />faço psiu! para mim mesmo<br /><br />alguma treva lá fora exige isto de mim<br /><br />e eu obedeço<br /><br /><br /><br />preciso aprender no silêncio<br /><br />aprender do silêncio<br /><br />com o silêncio<br /><br /><br /><br />o silêncio sabe<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-546624435204396777?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-28661714084071194262008-05-17T19:13:00.000-07:002008-10-20T19:20:21.643-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SC-RSrc_c_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ILkp9sKBTtw/s1600-h/IMG3mini.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201535844724208626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SC-RSrc_c_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ILkp9sKBTtw/s400/IMG3mini.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">monotipia de leandro garcia</span> </div><br /><br /><div align="center">confesso a inércia</div><div align="center">confesso a burrice</div><div align="center">confesso a preguiça</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">nego</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">confesso um delírio</div><div align="center">confesso um deslize</div><div align="center">confesso um arbítrio</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">nego</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">confesso a apatia</div><div align="center">confesso a ignorância</div><div align="center">confesso a alma fria</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">nego</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">confesso uma ausência</div><div align="center">confesso uma amargura</div><div align="center">confesso uma distância</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">nego</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-2866171408407119426?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-11662700263632124392008-05-10T06:09:00.000-07:002008-05-10T06:12:03.256-07:00SALVEM-ME!<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SCWfFzULSDI/AAAAAAAAAUs/kN6XczJX4h8/s1600-h/hq+06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198736266892101682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SCWfFzULSDI/AAAAAAAAAUs/kN6XczJX4h8/s400/hq+06.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>navego no poço</div><br /><div>no buraco fundo dos domingos idos</div><br /><div>e cachimbos de ouro</div><br /><div>tornam o fumo mais amargo</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-1166270026363212439?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-61614645885383594572008-05-06T07:18:00.000-07:002008-05-06T07:23:35.946-07:00Presente!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RLv-uVYdUAg/SCBpiBwi0rI/AAAAAAAAAnU/mDFucf9vLyI/s1600-h/vicente+72.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RLv-uVYdUAg/SCBpiBwi0rI/AAAAAAAAAnU/mDFucf9vLyI/s320/vicente+72.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197270003294065330" border="0" /></a><br />Apesar dos estragos do tempo.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-6161464588538359457?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Virgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11959255693206902227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-59363044958100831272008-04-29T20:49:00.000-07:002008-04-29T20:52:06.307-07:00monstruoso<div id="ms__id766">há um monstro bem ali</div><div id="ms__id767">um monstro monstruoso</div><div id="ms__id768">que mete medo e mente tanto</div><div id="ms__id769">que parece engraçado</div><div id="ms__id770">amo o monstro como se estivesse diante do espelho</div><div id="ms__id771">e rio de suas gracinhas</div><div id="ms__id772">nadando de costas contra o mar</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-5936304495810083127?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-6491337083720632322008-04-26T08:59:00.000-07:002008-04-26T09:14:05.375-07:00TAPUYA<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SBNUaX0q2aI/AAAAAAAAATc/z1MOLwfy7VA/s1600-h/boulier.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193587607336573346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SBNUaX0q2aI/AAAAAAAAATc/z1MOLwfy7VA/s400/boulier.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>meu querido</div><br /><div>meu saudoso</div><br /><div>louco amigo </div><br /><div>Almeida Júnior dos tapuyas e monxorós</div><br /><div>mas tão branco quanto um italiano <em>cavalcanti</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div>meu requisitado</div><br /><div>meu relegado</div><br /><div>frágil professor</div><br /><div>andy warhol dos potiguaras</div><br /><div>e tão brilhante quanto Rabanne</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>meu necessário</div><br /><div>meu nunca esquecido</div><br /><div>noturno companheiro</div><br /><div>Jean Genet dos trópicos</div><br /><div>Boulier de seu Sidou</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-649133708372063232?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-91211757802311283222008-04-24T18:15:00.000-07:002008-04-24T18:19:11.421-07:00CONSTRIÇÃO<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SBExfn0q2UI/AAAAAAAAASo/qM_4QdtL7hY/s1600-h/dc+01-25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192986264670492994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Thv5pdcIAbM/SBExfn0q2UI/AAAAAAAAASo/qM_4QdtL7hY/s400/dc+01-25.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>No meio do redemoinho</div><br /><div>como um louco</div><br /><div>pulo</div><br /><div>Nós górdios sustentam meu gesto</div><br /><div>constringindo-o.</div><br /><div>No mar</div><br /><div>eu sonhava com a terra.</div><br /><div>Nesta</div><br /><div>meu desejo é navegar.</div><br /><div>A liberdade dói!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-9121175780231128322?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4957961379373108732.post-31279868514569254112008-04-23T18:57:00.000-07:002008-04-23T19:00:39.142-07:00Apocalipse já era!Hipo! Hipo!<br />Apocalipopótimos tempos indo.<br />Lindos sonhos.<br />Lindas tardes e madrugadas,<br />quentes e macias<br />como sexo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4957961379373108732-3127986851456925411?l=apocalipopotamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>VITORIANOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07460652601545428120noreply@blogger.com1