29/02/08

Antonio Gamoneda

Sobre la calcificación de las semillas, ante las flores abrasadas, en la desaparición del pensamiento,

tejen la yerba manos invisibles. Temo su pureza. Veo

lana sangrienta y, en los alimentos, grasa mortal, cánulas negras y, bajo ramas inmóviles, cuerdas y sombras y preservativos.

¿Soy yo quien mira con mis ojos?

Arden
los huesos, oigo la fermentación del rocío: alguien llora bajo los
árboles torturados. Veo las llagas de la luz, altos patíbulos y
serpientes y aceites industriales bajo los lóbulos de las amapolas.

¿Estoy yo en mí y peso sobre la tierra? Es extraño.

En cualquier caso, tengo miedo: los insectos vienen a mi corazón.


28/02/08

Blogarias

 

  1. ÓI PEDRO, VAMOS DAR UM XUTO DE VODKA? No Jumento.
  2. A ENTREVISTA DE SÓCRATES, no Insurgente.
  3. A REVOLUÇÃO ESTÁ NA ORDEM DO DIA, no HOJE HÁ CONQUILHAS, AMANHÃ NÃO SABEMOS
  4. LEMBRAM-SE DO MARQUES MENDES?, no Aspirina B
  5. AUTONOMIA, de Vital Moreira no Causa Nossa

Eutanezes

Estou de rastos. Menezes ainda consegue prostrar-me com a sua determinação no combate pelo direito dos políticos à eutanásia.

Realmente, um ser terminalmente político como ele não merece continuar nos Cuidados Intensivos.

Não haverá por aí uma alma caridosa que o desligue da máquina partidária, pondo fim à agonia da morte lenta?

27/02/08

di Cavalcanti

ilha de paqueta_1930.jpg di cavalcandi

26/02/08

Santana & Menezes

Santana Lopes segue e soma. Por sua conta vai averbando as tontices de Menezes.

È uma soma garantida, contanto que Menezes vá durando...

19/02/08

Hotel California

 

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
with the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she
got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty
boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit
here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
[ Lyrics provided by www.mp3lyrics.org ]
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just
prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave! (less)

Added: May 01, 2006

Category:  Music

Tags:  
eagle hotel california

17/02/08

Noitadas

mulher_gorda_appa 

Quando Zibelina se lembrou de mim era tarde: às 4 da madrugada nada havia a fazer, por falta de combóios ou qualquer outro transporte público que albergasse o proleta teso que sou.

- Fica para a próxima ó Zibelina - telefodisse-lhe com a minha melhor entoação.

- E será quando?

- Ò filha, sabes bem como ando ocupado e constipado...

- Sempre a fugires...

- Mas porque não ligaste mais cedo?

- Querias encontrar-te com o Leónidas?

- Ai foi por isso? Então para a próxima o Leónidas que te atenda melhor e com mais tempo!

09/02/08

The redesign of american politics?

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Sometimes we overlook the obvious. Like everyone else this week I have been mesmerised by the contest between Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama. I woke up in Washington on the morning after Super Tuesday certain that Mr Obama had stolen a lead. By lunchtime, it was evident that Mrs Clinton’s resilience gave her the edge. A few hours later, friends at dinner were flipping a coin. That was before the breaking news that Mrs Clinton was short of cash restored Mr Obama to pole position.

Lost in all the excitement are some extraordinary shifts in America’s political landscape. Look at the struggle for the Democratic nomination from another perspective: the politician with the best chance of becoming the 44th president of the US will be a woman or an African American. Try that again: a woman or an African American will most likely deliver next January’s presidential inaugural address.  (Texto completo aqui)

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