tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230045992011-04-22T02:55:00.384+02:00omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1144489231246660182006-04-08T11:25:00.000+02:002006-04-08T11:49:27.263+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/Michelangelo-Night.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/Michelangelo-Night.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">em ti rasgar a ferocidade espessa dos dias e calar esse sopro lodoso que me desaba sobre os olhos. em ti o fogo respirado da tua boca em chamas. a pele, a minha, água já. em lasciva agonia</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">sobre a pedra. lugar agreste onde recomeças teimosamente a devora sempre inacabada do corpo devassado.</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114448923124666018?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1144007916081492192006-04-02T21:53:00.000+02:002006-04-02T21:58:36.100+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/P-Deposition.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/P-Deposition.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>dizer adeus e esquecer tudo. guardar apenas a precaridade da memória. e partir, repetidamente. daí.</strong></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114400791608149219?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1143651195290468722006-03-29T18:49:00.000+02:002006-03-29T18:53:15.303+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/judith.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/320/judith.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">depois de mim, outras mãos pegarão nas tuas. não os lábios, que nelas abandonei agonizante. disso retiro as palavras com que me repouso no papel.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114365119529046872?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1143221932833387122006-03-24T18:32:00.000+01:002006-03-24T18:38:52.856+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/normal_busy_village_at_midday.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/normal_busy_village_at_midday.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">do deserto o sopro esfarrapado onde te aprendo a respirar.</span> </strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114322193283338712?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1142219039129363182006-03-13T04:00:00.000+01:002006-03-13T04:03:59.166+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/caravaggio.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/caravaggio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">entre as paredes desabitadas que somos</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">surgem as palavras que nos secam os lábios</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">e enchem a desolação das noites.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">fazem-se horas na espera do mar.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">os ossos sem destino na pedra.</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114221903912936318?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1141899534990445732006-03-09T11:08:00.000+01:002006-03-09T11:22:54.746+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/Rafael-Galatea.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/Rafael-Galatea.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">voraz, faminta, a terra,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">a carne onde enterro gritos de morte na tua respiração enrolados.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">o silêncio com que te beijo e me levas. pela mão. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114189953499044573?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1141678831660675562006-03-06T21:56:00.000+01:002006-03-06T22:00:31.673+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/botticelli.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/botticelli.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">na mansa limpidez da noite</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">fazer da tua ausência, o repasto.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114167883166067556?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1141530596728228942006-03-05T04:47:00.000+01:002006-03-05T04:49:56.736+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/Trasdeathbvm.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/Trasdeathbvm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">lamber a pedra, o musgo. a água, a pele, cortar os pulsos e beber o sangue.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">com as mãos, trementes, em contemplação.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114153059672822894?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1141445988809612012006-03-04T05:17:00.000+01:002006-03-04T05:19:48.816+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/M-Caravaggio-Narcissus.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/M-Caravaggio-Narcissus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">e ir assim</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">rente</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">junto ao muro vagueando</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">procurando pedras para roer. disso se faz o amor e</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">fumar um cigarro, depois.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114144598880961201?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1141276355560599542006-03-02T06:07:00.000+01:002006-03-02T06:12:35.570+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/Tiziano-Flora.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/Tiziano-Flora.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">o rabisco o esboço o desenho</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">a palavra</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">olhar.te pensar.te. inventar.te.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">e não conseguir dizer</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">te</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">essa luminosidade com que me machucas . rasgas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114127635556059954?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1141215453477144922006-03-01T13:16:00.000+01:002006-03-01T13:17:33.486+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/tiziano%20(salom�)2.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/tiziano%20%28salom%EF%BF%BD%292.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">e</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">assim me ficar</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">em ti.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114121545347714492?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1141155651372024432006-02-28T20:36:00.000+01:002006-02-28T20:40:51.373+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/holdod49.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/holdod49.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">olhar profundamente a tarde com a monstruosa precisão de</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Holbein</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">nessa dança a percepção da ilusão. do logro. das intermitências que se abrem no caminho. as palavras como</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">tenazes.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114115565137202443?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1141126690956787772006-02-28T12:36:00.000+01:002006-02-28T12:38:10.963+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/venus.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/venus.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">despojos do tempo que não fomos. assim nos amamos entre os dias. breve sopro na folhagem.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114112669095678777?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1141122111150725892006-02-28T11:17:00.000+01:002006-02-28T11:28:34.716+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/S_baco.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/S_baco.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/venera.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/venera.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/lucrezia.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/lucrezia.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">OLHARES.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">da <span style="color:#ff0000;">Penitência</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">e da <span style="color:#cc0000;">Quaresma.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">ou do <span style="color:#ff0000;">AMOR.</span><span style="color:#3366ff;"> assim.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114112211115072589?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1141059943355151332006-02-27T18:01:00.000+01:002006-03-13T04:15:24.136+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/carnaval_veneza.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/carnaval_veneza.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">partido de ti, sem rogo e sem espera, celebro: as máscaras com que te és. e repouso. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114105994335515133?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1141033781455376412006-02-27T10:47:00.000+01:002006-03-13T04:19:47.103+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/cuadro04.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/cuadro04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>a degola sobre a pedra. visões sobre o corpo em sangue amortalhado. e ser-te fiel enquanto os dias insistem em de ti me esquecer.</strong></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114103378145537641?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1140943151364470182006-02-26T09:29:00.000+01:002006-03-13T04:17:32.446+01:00<span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">desab</span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/g_benditasmujeres.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/g_benditasmujeres.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">itado.colher-te e assim devorar a insónia, breve sombra sobre as águas. saudade, tenho, das palavras. e da respiração da terra, rasgada, campo branco</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114094315136447018?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1140927838944642692006-02-26T05:21:00.000+01:002006-02-26T05:23:58.953+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/ingres.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/ingres.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />rasgar os dias e oferecer-me te. em dádiva. ao longe o ladrar dos cães e o mar onde afogo as feridas da tua ausência.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114092783894464269?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1140877269861181512006-02-25T15:18:00.000+01:002006-02-25T15:21:09.870+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/1600/cavaleiro870.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/2350/400/cavaleiro870.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">no silêncio convulso com que faço o luto em madrugadas que me estilhaçam, sonhei-te.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114087726986118151?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23004599.post-1140869617732568842006-02-25T13:13:00.000+01:002006-02-25T13:13:37.740+01:00......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23004599-114086961773256884?l=emnegro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>omabecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05660849411377422630noreply@blogger.com