tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89921858923948797622011-08-02T16:31:59.255-07:00de corpos e de artesP.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10493111673318326005noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992185892394879762.post-78438237368750628372010-10-16T11:39:00.001-07:002010-10-16T19:33:11.775-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: 85%;">com as meninas e os meninos</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0oXJMtMOrFY/TLnxkFQdwRI/AAAAAAAABTo/Ja00-a33LFA/s1600/protest-copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528715619762815250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0oXJMtMOrFY/TLnxkFQdwRI/AAAAAAAABTo/Ja00-a33LFA/s320/protest-copy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 314px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 78%;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 78%;">Protesto, ilustração de Julie Mostard.</span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">do que faz <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cePk3BN3E_c&amp;feature=related" style="font-weight: bold;">sentido</a>: </span><br /><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">we know a place where no planes go...<br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">us kids know<br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">no cars go<br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">where we know<br /></span></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Between the click of the light and the start of the dream</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992185892394879762-7843823736875062837?l=corparse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10493111673318326005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992185892394879762.post-53307428857940723802010-10-13T18:43:00.000-07:002010-10-16T19:12:58.930-07:00<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">[ainda que neste estado de excessão]<br /></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">eu e os meus somos fortes!<br /></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">e a cada vez abrimos possibilidades para delicadezas e sutilezas nesses durezas e embrutecimentos instaurados por esse estado de emergência tristinventado -<br />a cada vez, um gesto outro que opere a favor da vida.</span></h6><span style="font-size: 100%;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iloh4SExYLQ&amp;feature=player_embedded" style="color: black;"><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">"e todos os meninos vão desembestar,<br /></span></a></span><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" style="color: #444444; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">e todos os destinos irão se encontrar"</span></span></h6><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992185892394879762-5330742885794072380?l=corparse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10493111673318326005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992185892394879762.post-4960183402079358172010-05-26T16:31:00.001-07:002010-10-17T05:35:34.613-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0oXJMtMOrFY/S_2wpNhLCpI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ZGSn5mYpwtk/s1600/fotos+2010+043.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475726944002312850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0oXJMtMOrFY/S_2wpNhLCpI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ZGSn5mYpwtk/s320/fotos+2010+043.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /></div>está difícil palavrear essa despedida<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">marcar a saída com jogos de distância</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0oXJMtMOrFY/S_2vt8cvCkI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/GzbDP72yHfM/s1600/fotos+2010+060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475725925808015938" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0oXJMtMOrFY/S_2vt8cvCkI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/GzbDP72yHfM/s320/fotos+2010+060.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"num dia assim calado, você me mostrou a vida...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">e agora vem me dizer que é despedida"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">desejo </span>de ficar também....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992185892394879762-496018340207935817?l=corparse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10493111673318326005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992185892394879762.post-86605776058015351652009-08-05T18:29:00.000-07:002009-08-05T18:33:22.262-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOr7ibqimoY/SnoyK3pvzpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bvHDfQxLsdw/s1600-h/oi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOr7ibqimoY/SnoyK3pvzpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bvHDfQxLsdw/s320/oi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366657068284497554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">cada olhar é cada.<br />é um e múltiplo.<br />é instante, recorte, linhas...<br />vibração<br />ás vezes, é muito melhor, girar pra olhar, e olhar durante todo o tempo em que gira....<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992185892394879762-8660577605801535165?l=corparse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588427389942977953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992185892394879762.post-64905909820731637112009-06-08T20:00:00.001-07:002009-06-09T06:22:18.132-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOr7ibqimoY/Si5h0VPucwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bA1hw3mNPDw/s1600-h/folhas.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOr7ibqimoY/Si5h0VPucwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bA1hw3mNPDw/s320/folhas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345317359419552514" border="0" /></a><br />Um pouco do jogo. A força intensifica-se na resistência que é plástica.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992185892394879762-6490590982073163711?l=corparse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588427389942977953noreply@blogger.com1