tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41455583294265208932024-03-05T12:48:06.908-03:00T H E R A T O SMúsica, literatura, artes visuais e outros absurdos da mente humana.Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.comBlogger210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-22256775139746560402016-07-01T18:36:00.001-03:002016-07-01T18:37:39.910-03:00SEM SENTIDO<div style="text-align: center;">
Olhares mirabolantes<br />
aos milhares<br />
elaboram palavras<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> que falam sem som</span></div>
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Olfatos sensíveis<br />
de fato<br />
aspiram sentido<br />
no fragor do incenso<br />
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Incêndios na pele<br />
inflamam<br />
chamando em apelo<br />
fulgor dos que amam<br />
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Sabores tão breves<br />
tão graves<br />
abreviam a vida<br />
amamentam nas trevas<br />
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Na trave dos ouvidos<br />
agudos<br />
rasgando aos gritos<br />
suplicam sentido</div>
Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-81035864232458425272015-11-20T18:51:00.002-02:002015-11-20T19:11:20.084-02:00Emaranhado atemporal<div style="text-align: center;">
Vagas lembranças de longos abraços</div>
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invadem o ciclo estável da concentração</div>
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Desejos distantes apontam no cimo</div>
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cume nevrálgico da supra-razão</div>
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Deslizo no limo incerto</div>
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mergulho no lodo secreto</div>
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rompo as leis de concreto</div>
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vi, vendo você bem mais perto</div>
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Tremendo, aumento o momento</div>
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vivo, salivo, sedento</div>
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solapo camadas de sedimentos</div>
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desfaço em pó o cimento</div>
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Relevo as cartas e a calma das costas</div>
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releio as curvas teu corpo que acorda</div>
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relembro de curtas e côncavas covas</div>
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retorno das musas paixão boas novas</div>
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Respiro teu ar e me atiro</div>
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vazio, longe o chão de pisar</div>
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repito as rugas, sorriso</div>
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teus olhos, lanternas de mar</div>
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Meus gestos acusam o verbo que calo</div>
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quieto e seguro acerto no alvo</div>
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eterno perfume me guia, me salvo</div>
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na relva, teu lúmen, eu corpo, te falo.</div>
Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-84928224395792341312011-02-14T11:52:00.000-02:002011-02-14T11:53:41.194-02:00.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkJ4R4vLQa1HRHmQoQd9JCJEgAuqkbmLyJ8HqRFkCXHwRXb7lFg24VwBArsYdoo8oAs2eRCkrYZtsENcU4acSuXMkTks6jOXfm1vwUqcuqMk5eiDeHlzYeoFAz4ghuPdAx967PlPc1QXE/s1600/scan0001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkJ4R4vLQa1HRHmQoQd9JCJEgAuqkbmLyJ8HqRFkCXHwRXb7lFg24VwBArsYdoo8oAs2eRCkrYZtsENcU4acSuXMkTks6jOXfm1vwUqcuqMk5eiDeHlzYeoFAz4ghuPdAx967PlPc1QXE/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573542969668934226" /></a>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-63659887282679582392011-02-14T01:11:00.000-02:002011-02-14T01:14:36.992-02:00Hundertwasser no Xingu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOT4MjctBI_gpVQ8Wvw9JVoX3wN4B0LbDowsj9ABvg74WWg76Ct2V8g5z_F39nCdyc8a0VMMM9Fc_mSwy3F717Qk2ZcOKtFW6y1ENrklhnYYOZMmA3SHcRvikGyhSnTwRN6FH1rbsF4Lw/s1600/Hundertwasser+no+Xingu+%2528n%25C3%25A3o+tem+janelas...%2529+-+Nico+Nicodemus.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOT4MjctBI_gpVQ8Wvw9JVoX3wN4B0LbDowsj9ABvg74WWg76Ct2V8g5z_F39nCdyc8a0VMMM9Fc_mSwy3F717Qk2ZcOKtFW6y1ENrklhnYYOZMmA3SHcRvikGyhSnTwRN6FH1rbsF4Lw/s400/Hundertwasser+no+Xingu+%2528n%25C3%25A3o+tem+janelas...%2529+-+Nico+Nicodemus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573378164753710386" /></a>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-78833019478402623072011-02-11T11:28:00.005-02:002011-02-11T11:54:14.918-02:00Noel Rosa<p><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Hzi7nDoGWXc?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></p><p align="justify">Foi com grande prazer que me deparei com este documentário sobre nosso impagável Noël Rosa. O trabalho é obra do blog <a href="http://bossa-brasileira.blogspot.com/">Bossa Brasileira</a> administrado por Thiago Mello, pesquisador musical, restaurador e designer gráfico que merece todas as palmas por realizar esse trabalho de resgate de nossa história. Navegando contra a maré da maioria da população, vem descobrindo a cada dia mais riquezas de nossa música, obscurecida pelo tempo - impiedoso com a memória. Deliciem-se com o vídeo, e visitem o Bossa Brasileira. A nossa música agradece.</p>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-67734121771335722922011-02-11T07:05:00.005-02:002011-02-11T07:16:47.605-02:00Treinamento de Atores<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNnxlkuEdz2BQqX1A3AWa27xo4eLiMfQfXyLAi0Qhc7WAJkVrTusN9y0QfaTxSuOA9A0GLTWNekop_Yi-sXKfkznUey7ppdvlneMacGGjuM2EQ-Mgrk8-K5-Tk-NOtT_ozgpmQt3Q3gfs/s1600/Grupo+de+Teatro+Artes%25C3%25A3o+de+Dioniso%252C+18set0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNnxlkuEdz2BQqX1A3AWa27xo4eLiMfQfXyLAi0Qhc7WAJkVrTusN9y0QfaTxSuOA9A0GLTWNekop_Yi-sXKfkznUey7ppdvlneMacGGjuM2EQ-Mgrk8-K5-Tk-NOtT_ozgpmQt3Q3gfs/s400/Grupo+de+Teatro+Artes%25C3%25A3o+de+Dioniso%252C+18set0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572355684960390946" /></a></p><p align="center">Desenho feito durante treinamento de atores do Grupo de Teatro Artesãos de Dioniso, em 18set0<br /></p>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-60259462750157661712011-02-01T22:13:00.004-02:002011-02-01T22:31:49.736-02:00Ballet Mechanique (Fernand Léger, 1924)<div style="text-align: left;"><iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b5RVBIm_muc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">Informações no link abaixo:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://olugardosangue.blogspot.com/2008/06/ballet-mcanique-fernand-lger-1924.html">http://olugardosangue.blogspot.com/2008/06/ballet-mcanique-fernand-lger-1924.html</a></div>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-40392366776369259122011-01-24T10:41:00.002-02:002011-01-24T10:55:14.193-02:002002<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5L_tEzBbH8-TxD3aDZcObR0TZdNZnc-kL2WpVqeY5zKvyoMCiJhyphenhyphenlgfdqBm-JIwNQr3Z4W9yKpYgGUF_35TADcrQLcAQiINBELB_1B7buXvQEMXnPcq_vjTpjBNcaOLQK9LY48xWN9pM/s1600/img102.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5L_tEzBbH8-TxD3aDZcObR0TZdNZnc-kL2WpVqeY5zKvyoMCiJhyphenhyphenlgfdqBm-JIwNQr3Z4W9yKpYgGUF_35TADcrQLcAQiINBELB_1B7buXvQEMXnPcq_vjTpjBNcaOLQK9LY48xWN9pM/s400/img102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565735129378901138" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Uma Estação: Inferno. Grupo de Teatro Artesãos de Dioniso, Florianópolis, 2002. Foto de Nico Nicodemus</span></div>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-18319985903089236112011-01-24T10:24:00.005-02:002011-01-24T10:58:27.635-02:00Fênix<div style="text-align: justify;">Após mais de um ano de silêncio e olhos fechados, retorno a este espaço metafísico, com uma certa saudade e um certo gosto de ressaca no paladar. Questiono-me acerca de publicar meus monstros verbais, o que me leva a pensar se não deveria quebrar a caneta esferográfica e bloquear o teclado para a ficção e o devaneio. Muitas vezes pensei em retirar o Litheratos da rede, porém alguma patetice interior impedia-me de fazê-lo. De tal maneira que ainda está aqui e, agora, após a reaquisição de internet em casa, e de algum tempo livre, relutante em ceder ao ataque massivo de Cronos, ressurge das cinzas, qual Fender incendiada.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Penso em rebatizá-lo, qual paixão nova, de modo a evitar os desgastes da velha relação e o ressentimento do abandono. Quem sabe o vento do cooler não me sopra algum nome...</div>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-72667950473343499832009-11-26T10:20:00.002-02:002009-11-26T10:27:02.477-02:00Praia do Moçambique, ontem<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8IWMdM92SCdI57kJhMuLjRdY43OxN06ID_DNK06p2MZbKfAZf7Jo-iv0qi6dH3XrF-a9CTTsWmZ79NOMJhZCNAP_vr7b9Fwse9tNGbJ_EsKOO_3EqWG0GZ_BP8O8qoYAYdEgce5bEG84/s400/DSC05309p.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408387296767152034" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDhdFHRgJQt3HQgfNOndei7lZwK8HTwEmUh3qURvT7FZjR6XuHGRivi4L5qmeLosE2du1aWygsiquiwTqcP9Se23hKP7KhUzsw-o80-3ZosRuS2kR8oVyAHgWGgAjImXs82LEzOUDHmGQ/s400/DSC05312p.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408387293271980562" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-85598974670877719752009-11-01T15:41:00.002-02:002009-11-01T15:45:51.797-02:00Sentir a tua faltaQuero sentir a tua falta mais sincera<br />como o medo que até a vida cala<br />tal qual o frio que a voz congela<br />e a navalha que no pêndulo badala<br /><br />Pois a presença que se demonstra ausente<br />é como sentir-se devorado por uma fera<br />que não come por estar morta ou doente<br />e nos olha indiferente, como a uma pedra<br /><br />E tua mão que sutil na rede meu sono embala<br />no pesadelo vil, vem e com punhal me assalta<br />expondo a todos minhas chagas em ampla sala<br />e sendo assim, melhor então sentir a tua falta.Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-23325611797982049002009-10-30T16:13:00.000-02:002009-10-30T16:15:30.232-02:00Luz no meu quintal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcVPYEHHFTLNq9mgXd_8V_-D_4OedYQO4RZgR8NCyzPFwXXZ2MfCPXuAgcRIBwtwU1THZ8d4FabgiOltm9sILcca9sKa6hgdg9uu-fO2Pc3oC6h_UmKwzfGdxVmPLXi4HJvLm-9j4t_uI/s1600-h/Superexposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o.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/AVvXsEhcVPYEHHFTLNq9mgXd_8V_-D_4OedYQO4RZgR8NCyzPFwXXZ2MfCPXuAgcRIBwtwU1THZ8d4FabgiOltm9sILcca9sKa6hgdg9uu-fO2Pc3oC6h_UmKwzfGdxVmPLXi4HJvLm-9j4t_uI/s400/Superexposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398458150293535698" /></a>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-10297668420152533132009-10-29T22:44:00.001-02:002011-02-11T06:33:33.333-02:00Laurindo Almeida e The Modern Jazz Quartet - Samba de uma nota só<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W-9OrHd6QdM&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W-9OrHd6QdM&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-72282792364734095852009-10-29T22:35:00.000-02:002009-10-29T22:36:10.721-02:00Música concretaSurdo feito uma porta<div>canta para as paredes</div>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-70033166124330032302009-10-29T11:59:00.000-02:002009-10-29T12:01:10.934-02:00Gata de armário<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsdCilm-Ca8I-fiK9f8jrSLl55-oSrKKmRY4ENFJUNSVJTvsScth6UZCcoiHwR3721_IAKGATjhVvMMEDoEl5-EdTMw2UA03Oqiz7EI08i4p0-IKbzXsnzxWM_jSkiP4rxexsL7iOk1o/s1600-h/gata+de+arm%C3%A1rio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsdCilm-Ca8I-fiK9f8jrSLl55-oSrKKmRY4ENFJUNSVJTvsScth6UZCcoiHwR3721_IAKGATjhVvMMEDoEl5-EdTMw2UA03Oqiz7EI08i4p0-IKbzXsnzxWM_jSkiP4rxexsL7iOk1o/s400/gata+de+arm%C3%A1rio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398021623068933266" /></a>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-87628971001991205962009-10-29T11:53:00.002-02:002009-10-29T11:57:44.749-02:00AlvorandoPairando na aura da alvorada<div>vem veloz o invisível vento</div><div>varrendo o pó da estrada</div><div>sussurra o som dos pensamentos</div><div>sutil como se não fosse nada</div><div><br /></div><div>Sobre a copa do arvoredo</div><div>vejo o vulto da revoada</div><div>que desperta assim tão cedo</div><div>no vibrar das asas sincopadas</div><div>acompanhando o canto em contratempo</div><div><br /></div><div>atrás dos montes o sol revela</div><div>timidamente a clara fronte</div><div>e assim que iça e incendeia as velas</div><div>não há olhar que o confronte</div>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-4896333822310716302009-10-28T13:27:00.002-02:002009-10-28T13:33:55.737-02:00Feito uma portaSemana que vem farei uma prova para tentar entrar no curso de música da UDESC. Num processo de autopateticismo tive uma inflamação nos ouvidos, que agora estão tão entupidos que só ouço zumbidos... Será hilário fazer a prova de solfejo surdo feito uma porta. Espero que os sons voltem a martelar minhas bigornas o quanto antes...Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-39495910587416773652009-09-17T18:28:00.002-03:002009-09-17T18:31:22.413-03:00Centro Histórico<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Tingiram as paredes descascadas</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Ocultando o velho que não se disfarça</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Impuseram novo em anciã fachada</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Iludindo o olho na moderna farsa</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Vendendo para pagar o imposto que se taxa</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">No anseio de encher de níquel e ouro as calças</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">O lojista ao seu modo a história esculacha</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Descambando em vida sem sentido, pobre e falsa</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">E nas calçadas passa o povo que consome</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Carregando em mãos vazias bolsas fúteis pelas alças</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Repletas de coisas inúteis, vãs, mas que tem nome</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Sísifos erguendo o drama e a dor de sua raça</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Bestas abstratas irreais que com olhos sentem fome</span></span></p> <span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Esquecidas do passado, levam vida tão descalça...</span></span></span>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-4507937262596390952009-09-17T12:38:00.008-03:002009-09-17T12:46:51.579-03:00Impudica<p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Em campos minados</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">arriscam-se os pensamentos</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">descambam por veredas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">desfazem-se sedimentos</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">deixam rastros alamedas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">restos claros pelos lados</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Explicitamente traçados</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">com amarras d'outros tempos</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">não omitem suas sendas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">os devaneios ao relento</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">emboscadas muitas presas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">sem receio de pecado</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Nesses campos de batalha</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">na volúpia da labuta</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">não descartam com navalha</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">os segredos lá da gruta</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Sem mistério estraçalham</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">os pudores da conduta</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">sem receio dos que ralham</span></span></p> <span style=" ;font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">das ações da alma puta</span></span></div></span><p></p><p></p><p></p>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-91746875611545870822009-09-17T11:49:00.000-03:002009-09-17T11:50:50.076-03:00Lá<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpk6FXpPuTIU1bhCAcZIxzFO8IhVYY5HxhC5xM3Czm61RyQ9crcucN4hkVm_DpN45NAOII2wuqlsSV9k-dAxVuXB5NATq3512d6VZg5KIk3Qow-1Fj8KF_w3iKG-dkY47TMmcdTFEKpnw/s1600-h/DSC012512b.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpk6FXpPuTIU1bhCAcZIxzFO8IhVYY5HxhC5xM3Czm61RyQ9crcucN4hkVm_DpN45NAOII2wuqlsSV9k-dAxVuXB5NATq3512d6VZg5KIk3Qow-1Fj8KF_w3iKG-dkY47TMmcdTFEKpnw/s400/DSC012512b.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382448677975756354" /></a>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-53082454276222120972009-09-17T10:39:00.002-03:002009-09-17T10:42:06.808-03:00Di Cavalcanti, Revista Selecta, 1919<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMGab77SNJhrqvhmyRUWGmqpbCGFTjeEL_CXRjz8G5JSAUHjgcWRFHSel18pnR7ghWm3fk9QbzRw1k4tqdV32f30aiJfLfip_p-VV5jDx33MPQT4jBGjgOTMVlC3cJXAWPlkJAvQl324/s1600-h/Di+Cavalcanti.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMGab77SNJhrqvhmyRUWGmqpbCGFTjeEL_CXRjz8G5JSAUHjgcWRFHSel18pnR7ghWm3fk9QbzRw1k4tqdV32f30aiJfLfip_p-VV5jDx33MPQT4jBGjgOTMVlC3cJXAWPlkJAvQl324/s400/Di+Cavalcanti.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382431141280857698" /></a>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-52229313543992682152009-09-16T12:35:00.003-03:002009-09-16T12:43:33.472-03:00Num banco de praçaO verbo se perde<div>lerdo<div>atordoado</div><div>no ranço pardo</div><div>do papel manteiga</div><div>que largo</div><div>num canto qualquer</div><div>do largo junto ao pátio</div><div>do colégio</div><div>onde canta o tordo</div><div>e caminha o coro dos impuros</div><div>em louvor régio</div><div><br /></div><div>Impreciso relógio</div><div>badala minha possível inexistência</div></div>Nico Nicodemushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709236036594881983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145558329426520893.post-35890943085046486402009-09-16T12:33:00.002-03:002009-09-16T12:35:02.600-03:00Vermelho intenso<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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