tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81491641028866075152024-02-19T08:49:17.001+00:00dias isabelinosufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.comBlogger225125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-35415750641481612392010-03-08T21:26:00.003+00:002010-03-08T21:27:49.208+00:00<a href="http://maisdiasisabelinos.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:180%;">mais dias isabelinos</span><br /></a>ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-91691722889689497172009-12-23T21:00:00.002+00:002010-03-08T21:26:09.504+00:00pedimos desculpa pela continuação a interrupção segue dentro de momentos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maisdiasisabelinos.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfBDr2DVRLAWTtJeh8BcVtBeGO4JgSU6uxbldu0vOelEUip_eoyALETcoR3eLV3D_OWCNCqrWpzrMmPpzfgZBpJv043twmS7EaZfSmQGAQ3SvaVKQ7TA-KOOo9EQ9ob-HPZ9qlhSI_KFQ/s200/Img112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418457473882632530" border="0" /></a>ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-87961400887903480342009-12-23T16:17:00.012+00:002009-12-23T21:55:15.584+00:00fim do pandemónio<img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1obtgawKnd-mPaQPhulVlzkh7yrJov3GfeIkX29voEtZ0SJAjjc_LkZU9POEIyye57pV0d1s7MKsZAc73oZrM0OA85ehGP9rmYbuVqDlmnEAcuClmGxjkw21rc1f_8NfeHzjFM0gjg9I/s200/Img060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418466747452971410" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">depois dos mortos e feridos e sobrevivente e vivos e assim-assim e livros e cadernos e jornais e papéis e bichos de papel e activismos e dedicações e dedicatórias e acções e atentados e política e arte e vida e citação e pouca explicação decidiu alimentar-se a pão demónio.</span>ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-67137627023114955742009-12-22T10:50:00.004+00:002009-12-22T10:57:03.834+00:00dar palavra à última palavra [não] é [também] ter a última palavra?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJkffvy3B3V5EfF85osS0jOyZLqbtcSlnGh-3_c3ic5A4iHTdFduxUT3-II4ZJ4bslsic_As9B34XtTp9vK0jPI1ypYXWp-rQuDkrPWRnn1iNLl4JJUdAmffjjXIQf-lFGji9Q4fGAZ0/s1600-h/Img128.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJkffvy3B3V5EfF85osS0jOyZLqbtcSlnGh-3_c3ic5A4iHTdFduxUT3-II4ZJ4bslsic_As9B34XtTp9vK0jPI1ypYXWp-rQuDkrPWRnn1iNLl4JJUdAmffjjXIQf-lFGji9Q4fGAZ0/s200/Img128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417902419790253378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />ao tricotar farpas, frio e folhas num filigranado tapete invernal, descobriu que descalçar no verde, depende da vontade, da vontade de fantasia.ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-78139782278785242222009-12-21T12:05:00.003+00:002009-12-21T12:26:03.819+00:00do ponto e vírgula para a vírgula e ponto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQMaVTAMjhJ-HL81AkAaZrIbDLULOVVf27kHFPN8o-NE-m0anFHfyjDPeezJ-QH0biV9XKy4TdNxIM35Xbbn3gRTbirO0_RBMnzn-jCXeJ7D3gCxH-SlhVR5a2-jTgJd6CvBakWwmyKg/s1600-h/Img049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQMaVTAMjhJ-HL81AkAaZrIbDLULOVVf27kHFPN8o-NE-m0anFHfyjDPeezJ-QH0biV9XKy4TdNxIM35Xbbn3gRTbirO0_RBMnzn-jCXeJ7D3gCxH-SlhVR5a2-jTgJd6CvBakWwmyKg/s200/Img049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417664263908599522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />mudar da explicação da condição de existente através da enumeração dos quotidianos para uma<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> [virgulante] </span>insistência na existência desses dias que vão ter ponto<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> [final]</span>.ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-48199607279418471492009-12-20T20:16:00.014+00:002009-12-20T20:57:18.390+00:00atrasotardio<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaGWtTOBhOta15PiLqfZqIjLygD-_Okk-so0XnudcvWyFlhpllLxOCEMLd8IeJJvR11GfIxV6ZjuZRSF15L_cWBUI5Y2dcs-Z1G30nbAohY-wD4lSstvavQcL-rCATLSUBeM1RFCFmClI/s1600-h/Img122.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaGWtTOBhOta15PiLqfZqIjLygD-_Okk-so0XnudcvWyFlhpllLxOCEMLd8IeJJvR11GfIxV6ZjuZRSF15L_cWBUI5Y2dcs-Z1G30nbAohY-wD4lSstvavQcL-rCATLSUBeM1RFCFmClI/s200/Img122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417424686505214066" border="0" /></a>primeiro perdeu tempo. depois perdeu o tempo. alegrou-se em demasia com a ordem dessas perdas (manias de hedonistas da sub-secção do prazer na demorada lentidão) e perdeu mais tempo. procurou então com tempo matar o tempo, mas já não era o seu tempo; passara tempo com o tempo. dedica-se agora ao tempo dos tempos doutros tempos e já sabe do seu tempo marcado.</div>ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-73762658080049731072009-12-17T11:54:00.006+00:002009-12-17T12:26:47.235+00:00desratização<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjoZjEiGNSpBiOrKugkbT-M4u6ojIr-ZQga1wFPhXWaCQNDRmXd6zcyaZ09JL67FWb0MoC_arJRrkHTu1PFnfjDZv6A-Ia9gj6P7A45UzsfnQzrRa9HzWrdGUYtTJ5FfH1Lt6p92Kup8/s1600-h/Img340.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjoZjEiGNSpBiOrKugkbT-M4u6ojIr-ZQga1wFPhXWaCQNDRmXd6zcyaZ09JL67FWb0MoC_arJRrkHTu1PFnfjDZv6A-Ia9gj6P7A45UzsfnQzrRa9HzWrdGUYtTJ5FfH1Lt6p92Kup8/s200/Img340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416179096913454514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />quem tropeça num computador<br />e não cai com o rato um passo<br />tecnológico adiantou.ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-38873548129228411062009-12-16T17:04:00.005+00:002009-12-16T17:14:17.990+00:00sse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCj4lib4gabSqpb61ZKe3foTQO0_uIURcOdE-Ki-0eZLtiXx0AYn_PhIFW7NnHofDlSmjOeX68EaIAlkuJuc9aDXbnEPw6qSWRPxM_5-9js5gnCiTVkxosE35O9GQqg9__xnd17CLmV28/s1600-h/Img000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCj4lib4gabSqpb61ZKe3foTQO0_uIURcOdE-Ki-0eZLtiXx0AYn_PhIFW7NnHofDlSmjOeX68EaIAlkuJuc9aDXbnEPw6qSWRPxM_5-9js5gnCiTVkxosE35O9GQqg9__xnd17CLmV28/s200/Img000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882398270940770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />da necessária violência da natureza para a capacidade de resistir o suficiente.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">ERRATA </span>onde se lê resistir, leia-se respirar<span style="font-size:78%;"><br />ERRATA À ERRATA </span>onde se lê respirar, leia-se sentir <span style="font-size:78%;"><br />ERRATA À ERRATA À ERRATA </span>onde se lê sentir que se viva</span>ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-42381942426399563202009-12-16T02:20:00.018+00:002009-12-16T03:19:29.232+00:00mosquita morta<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNrjAZKpiplzTfsfWvTU-T91sN_P6cV_xTIKHW8EMcsxUJs4WR51v2ESvOfEg9_ZoWX_g0DwWYfuSNYcNupRF6NygqSNxrKSI8Tf2EiIpwbmmXKn6MGDYmkKCYSeBT2jB2abBrPjFMCTU/s1600-h/Img335.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNrjAZKpiplzTfsfWvTU-T91sN_P6cV_xTIKHW8EMcsxUJs4WR51v2ESvOfEg9_ZoWX_g0DwWYfuSNYcNupRF6NygqSNxrKSI8Tf2EiIpwbmmXKn6MGDYmkKCYSeBT2jB2abBrPjFMCTU/s200/Img335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415653862724158786" border="0" /></a>dias planificados em planos altos necessariamente abatidos numa bidimensionalidade por uma folha -papel-registo-dito-feito- que transforma (transtorna?) a nossa diversidade de unidade multiplicadora. ou de como o cruzamento da nossa fraqueza no linear tédio com a força da rotação revolucionária surpreende a nossa condição mortal num movimento nem sempre assinalado a tracejado mas às vezes manifesto em seres com asas. ao nosso lado. mortos.<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">p.s. notícia é um homem morder um cão; p.p.s. qualquer que seja a razão (ou, neste último caso, "falta da razão") todo e qualquer ataque físico a outrém é merecedor de censura; p.p.p.s. os mosquiteiros podem aqui ser religiosos ou ideológicos, depende da nossa imaginação.</span></div>ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-51002835948568808182009-12-15T00:17:00.011+00:002009-12-15T00:29:24.017+00:00dig digging dig [yourself] from time to time<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWPWO2iXSYnwxsqzXIvxtaBojTUOilHrgVvQfQ_rWGDevmrgngRrBhT_NXdKgDcCqc-a51m02zCIG__YI3sp6XQaidfcwk5UhQvqZj8znmv5kkxDi3oLgxLLlVLXduuXWyHZwJZtnBkU/s1600-h/Img019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 0px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWPWO2iXSYnwxsqzXIvxtaBojTUOilHrgVvQfQ_rWGDevmrgngRrBhT_NXdKgDcCqc-a51m02zCIG__YI3sp6XQaidfcwk5UhQvqZj8znmv5kkxDi3oLgxLLlVLXduuXWyHZwJZtnBkU/s200/Img019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415251563065462066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">de segunda para terça de terça para quarta de quarta para quinta de quinta para sexta de sexta para sábado de sábado para domingo de domingo para segunda de segunda para terça <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">de terça para domingo</span> de domingo para segunda de segunda para terça de terça para quarta de quarta para quinta de quinta para sexta de sexta para sábado de sábado para domingo de domingo para segunda</span></div>ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-69403568167178248082009-12-14T18:06:00.006+00:002009-12-14T18:33:57.326+00:00primados do papel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8lkYNIhJzHNuN5_p0nYOxMvqSjM6MJlkYKFqryFNjjan4i87wOodP2QPj60jBQ4cLuBABQ0XvcuC9E9UTC79BaJDW18O5hner6W1jPz6n8eAgN5nemmr3Ua9noDqVvR1WNq8F-DCoGs/s1600-h/Img326.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8lkYNIhJzHNuN5_p0nYOxMvqSjM6MJlkYKFqryFNjjan4i87wOodP2QPj60jBQ4cLuBABQ0XvcuC9E9UTC79BaJDW18O5hner6W1jPz6n8eAgN5nemmr3Ua9noDqVvR1WNq8F-DCoGs/s200/Img326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415156271697556946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a importância está onde se é antes de estar no que se é.ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-27546573810998565272009-12-13T12:46:00.008+00:002009-12-13T17:38:53.038+00:00i kid you not<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEb62wpxn4Lkm1qKzVzummORVPH2nIIemK7DrI21Koevle8aKP8Z8gVH_6ZAZ80kFlP-EZrbPN1qfCe_bqgpt9_ITn5i9c6iY4sDMuttluBZPI2MdEgehvMd-e2_FFjp7nEZ7ek1JAMO8/s1600-h/Img273.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEb62wpxn4Lkm1qKzVzummORVPH2nIIemK7DrI21Koevle8aKP8Z8gVH_6ZAZ80kFlP-EZrbPN1qfCe_bqgpt9_ITn5i9c6iY4sDMuttluBZPI2MdEgehvMd-e2_FFjp7nEZ7ek1JAMO8/s200/Img273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414773701881962482" border="0" /></a>dias pesados de novas e falsas e paradoxais portabilidades. por ter habilidade. por ter idade. ao som de porter.<br /><br />ou de como a aprendizagem da queda é um exercício de mundificação.ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-81768770399377513612009-12-12T02:38:00.005+00:002009-12-12T12:14:42.164+00:00se está escrito<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXEfzOlsU4CSo0FZMFWyx9OuWB92JSrMMaNdxI2r483Q4WQYyUXOTOxt5BM3YKjnAUDwNb0epKBA8EIqFmIDYnHL3HbvgfcOj1kmyVkwhyphenhyphenuhQ_pZK_1bYHMcsgLRwuKo1v4RK_3USszo/s1600-h/Img279.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXEfzOlsU4CSo0FZMFWyx9OuWB92JSrMMaNdxI2r483Q4WQYyUXOTOxt5BM3YKjnAUDwNb0epKBA8EIqFmIDYnHL3HbvgfcOj1kmyVkwhyphenhyphenuhQ_pZK_1bYHMcsgLRwuKo1v4RK_3USszo/s200/Img279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414315739592932066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />alguém chegou aqui com a pergunta "[é] possível fugirmos do ir e vir dos acontecimentos?". tenho uma resposta: não. tenho uma desconfiança: talvez. tenho uma convicção: sim.ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-63219442655381521952009-12-11T12:52:00.009+00:002009-12-11T15:35:50.614+00:00"nós somos só dois e eles são muitos"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WZi36zESNvccclMZVtMf4Lku1QeLNruLvedLkYrwhiXyC7cn3RQFVfkiiI9KoW9HbMvhBVzNXVPv53NW5-l91FIVjWV3xpblpvQB64eml3P5SiOrKNMgYUgwg8LadK1QQbc9v11eNIw/s1600-h/Img283.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WZi36zESNvccclMZVtMf4Lku1QeLNruLvedLkYrwhiXyC7cn3RQFVfkiiI9KoW9HbMvhBVzNXVPv53NW5-l91FIVjWV3xpblpvQB64eml3P5SiOrKNMgYUgwg8LadK1QQbc9v11eNIw/s200/Img283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413961608323316114" border="0" /></a>se perguntar à autoridade porque é que às cinco da manhã não consegue dormir com o barulho de festas estudantis que só têm licença camarária até à uma e a resposta incluir "nós somos só dois e eles são muitos" é certo que está a viver em Coimbra.<br />reflexos irreflectidos de maus reflexos futuros, diz uma velha da alta.ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-74422102226475955052009-12-10T15:58:00.008+00:002009-12-10T16:37:23.019+00:00mrs. red revolution<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDpg1IBxWt-GOzpdlOkWm6RBmSTV42sFWFEHHzNtXjGEC4fP1Qr2lcP-Cqq16DUBTX28cqEpYMokcGN9NLHNjWEwPnzJq8VAuk_olkU4ulxD3HVyEj9bEMoV4CTILYS6rXoVk96GK-9k/s1600-h/Img275.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDpg1IBxWt-GOzpdlOkWm6RBmSTV42sFWFEHHzNtXjGEC4fP1Qr2lcP-Cqq16DUBTX28cqEpYMokcGN9NLHNjWEwPnzJq8VAuk_olkU4ulxD3HVyEj9bEMoV4CTILYS6rXoVk96GK-9k/s200/Img275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413638165374511986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />manifesto contra a proibição de uma revolução numa pátria com pouco lar e nenhum deus. sou contra. estou contra. vou contra. voto contra. liberdade. l i b e r d a d e.ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-71776370112210942292009-12-09T22:38:00.007+00:002009-12-09T23:17:27.798+00:00atravessadiça<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-HRCC5uL73d1YrCMJvOhSNaDlJi6JVfYkE9O3AMR6ua_GtMFesjJIoot1EnNjlrWt_tEEMD0-VS-_Uj4rvFc34aveb6RslKiJcxPVstmrd8ejXrR_fYmDp_rVzJaN6bNCineRu343yE/s1600-h/Img295.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-HRCC5uL73d1YrCMJvOhSNaDlJi6JVfYkE9O3AMR6ua_GtMFesjJIoot1EnNjlrWt_tEEMD0-VS-_Uj4rvFc34aveb6RslKiJcxPVstmrd8ejXrR_fYmDp_rVzJaN6bNCineRu343yE/s200/Img295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413376580850353618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a contar o tempo que passa sem passadoufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-28329716648178655052009-12-08T12:33:00.011+00:002009-12-08T12:56:20.920+00:00janela e guilhotina<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8oJgXUdKDzZQWX3KJy7aHcrFN8RekwoxqjaI-lsLYm9InGELJ5Lb7X2jaTubTmMKNeqZW4czXSUmLOw1bbtS2Ffz2M_WHepoIoTzfqobg_PhEJwm4szb-D2cF5X78KQRI9BbO6KFnrQ/s1600-h/Img206.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8oJgXUdKDzZQWX3KJy7aHcrFN8RekwoxqjaI-lsLYm9InGELJ5Lb7X2jaTubTmMKNeqZW4czXSUmLOw1bbtS2Ffz2M_WHepoIoTzfqobg_PhEJwm4szb-D2cF5X78KQRI9BbO6KFnrQ/s200/Img206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412846690579212418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />dias para ter cuidado com as ausências os actos as vontades os desejos os sonhos as palavras as fantasias as presenças, porque podem realizar-se, e a culpa (sim, a culpa) é de quem mais gosta de a ter.ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-11396720863328731822009-12-07T11:09:00.007+00:002009-12-07T11:54:23.526+00:00wake up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNklQktlnjnSSMd-7jhP1ngI5NP6LHMQqRTUccjUFcrOm9L61npRas-0wzPMpjjFBHp0Vm49kZpBa6Yma0XszpeB7dGrcPi8kPZEnEbHOdLIsZt8RR552GTK0UjaOdVkSGtRx7iuwRDI/s1600-h/Img195.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNklQktlnjnSSMd-7jhP1ngI5NP6LHMQqRTUccjUFcrOm9L61npRas-0wzPMpjjFBHp0Vm49kZpBa6Yma0XszpeB7dGrcPi8kPZEnEbHOdLIsZt8RR552GTK0UjaOdVkSGtRx7iuwRDI/s200/Img195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412450404897327794" border="0" /></a>mudar o ponto alvo para ponto mira<span style="font-size:85%;"> </span>— <span style="font-size:85%;">ou de como os nossos dias são camas mal contadas mais mudadas do que os próprios dias e demais inclinadas para asseverar um acordar queda que não deixa quedar </span>— para evitar ser mira de um alvo.ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-25324844674080394552009-12-06T12:29:00.008+00:002009-12-06T16:13:04.232+00:00nothere<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_HjXZ_vWvkflap3TcjWbP9Y3vk5elH6Zl_FhkhStIgbuTJrmKlDb3mcOqgZZJZBmrp1RVrD7J2N-qYTGB-bUIvMtPNpqgmIXHxA24CPfYjfq4TNNkdynbSNWR2XFcTQVxJZbaAXdggE/s1600-h/Img204.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_HjXZ_vWvkflap3TcjWbP9Y3vk5elH6Zl_FhkhStIgbuTJrmKlDb3mcOqgZZJZBmrp1RVrD7J2N-qYTGB-bUIvMtPNpqgmIXHxA24CPfYjfq4TNNkdynbSNWR2XFcTQVxJZbaAXdggE/s200/Img204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412154990846176674" border="0" /></a>no caminhar de um não estar aqui para o não haver ser aí descobrir uma pedra no sapato depois de descobrir o buraco na meia. no caminhar do indefinido para o definido, numa simultaneidade de vitalidade e carência, construção e prisão, ter uma súbita auto-infligida empurrada vertigem de diagonal.<br />e gostar.ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-49229328643690373452009-12-05T00:31:00.017+00:002009-12-05T22:57:02.410+00:00Dead Man's Bones<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HcQLcTJICP6vVLu2IdzzFUf93e7FqogMJvv_xYmB2h34ZmiA2xPPPuatnI4nAWjGbSqOEL6G6813iwUF92dEtybd7tvBGS9XZzWfUnJPSEKkJ6D_qZqdgwYEBOEqUUwF9Id6DP-kzHs/s1600-h/Img226.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HcQLcTJICP6vVLu2IdzzFUf93e7FqogMJvv_xYmB2h34ZmiA2xPPPuatnI4nAWjGbSqOEL6G6813iwUF92dEtybd7tvBGS9XZzWfUnJPSEKkJ6D_qZqdgwYEBOEqUUwF9Id6DP-kzHs/s200/Img226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411543499703652466" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ó mesmo a alegria duma descoberta musical desperta tanto todos os sentidos; uma convocatória fantasma de uma infância de sonora imparável gargalhada, abraçado enlaçado movimento, ofegante entusiasmado arfar, soletradas palavras certas e arrojados desprendidos alcances. só mesmo a alegria duma descoberta musical para regressar a esta vontade de partilhar todas as peças de um mikado de ossos vivos; e voltar, voltar, voltar a ouvir. voltar a viver.</span><br /></div>ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-16052753106897838952009-12-03T22:40:00.004+00:002009-12-03T23:02:28.729+00:00hoje é todos os dias<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ngMJec-hbDg16Aw55ERa0Cz4KtcZkMnt4eXddMS4pilwnVzyk7iWP5-KaZqckuDS9ISZFGSxUY6w_D1Wf7kbEVurBExm3vcINPE4r8Vrqg8BiU79ARQ6QlaJ-f_VQJCZsrFnX2d9I6o/s1600-h/Img222.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ngMJec-hbDg16Aw55ERa0Cz4KtcZkMnt4eXddMS4pilwnVzyk7iWP5-KaZqckuDS9ISZFGSxUY6w_D1Wf7kbEVurBExm3vcINPE4r8Vrqg8BiU79ARQ6QlaJ-f_VQJCZsrFnX2d9I6o/s200/Img222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411144297315496578" border="0" /></a>não pensar, não dizer, não gritar, não tentar, não fazer, não descobrir, não mostrar, não sonhar, não esforçar, não deixar, não passar, não fingir, não ver, não ler<br />mas escrever tudo num vermelho caderno novo.ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-23680269299548747032009-12-01T22:05:00.006+00:002009-12-01T22:21:04.783+00:00ocelar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio54UYFQ164OOLTtrlWTEHzRFfhUBHfnXVZxFYEVSr171eSU_X_MgTzHZTKBEeXf8vSb6FfHUtDrSsH_XcidHIFUOx0ihqPtHppsvEi7tpeWWOPqnKL4mppXR8ELLZ6KP0LKPqsRyMrxY/s1600/Img214.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio54UYFQ164OOLTtrlWTEHzRFfhUBHfnXVZxFYEVSr171eSU_X_MgTzHZTKBEeXf8vSb6FfHUtDrSsH_XcidHIFUOx0ihqPtHppsvEi7tpeWWOPqnKL4mppXR8ELLZ6KP0LKPqsRyMrxY/s200/Img214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410396116628192418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a caminhar voltar a olhar-teufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-35812940609458444522009-11-30T11:39:00.005+00:002009-11-30T12:26:58.020+00:00d'onde'ar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyuBR8dlO8CRGVNIQs51kjwjCXRPlVZ_YmETpbFOKZJxlR7GEjoHbD2GBTuTho0ljjdzB1knP_JAU-QSWNBzcM3t5oVXtIcSaolG-u_TH8XM60lDwKbu8tqL405E6aO8ErIXeYUFD3-pM/s1600/Img192.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyuBR8dlO8CRGVNIQs51kjwjCXRPlVZ_YmETpbFOKZJxlR7GEjoHbD2GBTuTho0ljjdzB1knP_JAU-QSWNBzcM3t5oVXtIcSaolG-u_TH8XM60lDwKbu8tqL405E6aO8ErIXeYUFD3-pM/s200/Img192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409869538319388290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />onde ondear uma onda<br />donde donda dona regresse?</span>ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-32266361000495904262009-11-29T14:41:00.005+00:002009-11-29T14:48:39.461+00:00estimbela<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqzsAfo4NVTuclwaIpi59fI_r6F4ELnP-HSn4R8SWCCohUnRKhQMqW9sX8ID1pgrNNRoarsKcU-IiMv8jXhMPqzxHhsRke_aei2X1UavzK6fVFneHBTtIoI4hnDkgydqPTlZO9VHoqss/s1600/Img171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqzsAfo4NVTuclwaIpi59fI_r6F4ELnP-HSn4R8SWCCohUnRKhQMqW9sX8ID1pgrNNRoarsKcU-IiMv8jXhMPqzxHhsRke_aei2X1UavzK6fVFneHBTtIoI4hnDkgydqPTlZO9VHoqss/s200/Img171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409536111604303794" border="0" /></a>a terapia da pele<br />substituída pela do pêlo<br />ou somente por vê-la<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">estimo em vê-la</span>ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149164102886607515.post-78694300600235333692009-11-28T17:28:00.004+00:002009-11-28T17:38:41.581+00:00desarriscar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXF8wHt1EMal2YAUDMuFTwXGBrv4KliA-cDjLqpyIL13TPUBkNko134Ev8svm0vOohxSjwFrs_cob4DUZtQGflrJ5nbA2Ek6FlFSKzaqoEwmdzN2rT10TzX2h0LpUMRIUUDTu0QfgqL9A/s1600/Img154.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXF8wHt1EMal2YAUDMuFTwXGBrv4KliA-cDjLqpyIL13TPUBkNko134Ev8svm0vOohxSjwFrs_cob4DUZtQGflrJ5nbA2Ek6FlFSKzaqoEwmdzN2rT10TzX2h0LpUMRIUUDTu0QfgqL9A/s200/Img154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409209033502666706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />escolher o cosinhar palavras ou o cozinhar palavras<br />depende da vontade de construir ou engolir...ufaninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15002027910006120218noreply@blogger.com0