<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236680</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:41:02.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gustavo Polycarpo</title><subtitle type='html'>poesias de Gustavo Polycarpo,
Serê Bustamante, Cafuzo Perez, Nino Mezzo, Zark Paducci</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>muitosfrutos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579247667314059560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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preciso&lt;br /&gt;Ser engolido mordido digerido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sobre solo de violão de julian bream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roda a saia&lt;br /&gt;Alevanta os lábios&lt;br /&gt;Sem preguiça&lt;br /&gt;Cobre os rasgos da praga:&lt;br /&gt;Malvadeza destoante&lt;br /&gt;Com vazios catados no baú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(não se leva a sério os cataclismos sem que se perceba&lt;br /&gt;claramente de onde vêm para quê e como destroem.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crença de parecer calma&lt;br /&gt;Gira à conta da dança&lt;br /&gt;Sôfrego respiro&lt;br /&gt;Para que os barcos&lt;br /&gt;Passem e naveguem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quando parei na esquina foi para ver se vinha&lt;br /&gt;ônibus, me infiltrar nele e ser silêncio de&lt;br /&gt;presença trazendo carinho à flor na pele.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto entrelinho&lt;br /&gt;Até o ponto escolhido&lt;br /&gt;De todo mais sincero&lt;br /&gt;Que a dúvida ou a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Mais para sempre e todo&lt;br /&gt;Que o estar sendo encontro:&lt;br /&gt;Rodam as saias livres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Língua de rua advinda de outra língua&lt;br /&gt;Guardada de som que não se distingue&lt;br /&gt;Fica na caixola e perambula no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Coletivamente inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Língua verbal casual coloquial gíria léxico&lt;br /&gt;Una duna tena catena catanada ximixiba bananada&lt;br /&gt;Substância do supra-sumo&lt;br /&gt;Dialeto de área&lt;br /&gt;Região comunicando região dentro da região&lt;br /&gt;Histórica e fisicamente localizada&lt;br /&gt;Etnia ababaía assim dizia:&lt;br /&gt;- Alô malandragem, maloca o flagrante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cultiva a mistura&lt;br /&gt;Zelando pelo componente da cultura&lt;br /&gt;Língua frases locuções toques&lt;br /&gt;E deixe que os estudiosos e críticos&lt;br /&gt;Dêem nomes e mestrados e livros&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a língua dos grupos em áreas.&lt;br /&gt;Maríqui dóio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinóia sabão de ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Localização de área&lt;br /&gt;Ginga do contexto brasileiro dança e música&lt;br /&gt;No falado atrás dos cobres da madeira&lt;br /&gt;Terra plena&lt;br /&gt;Empanada e distribuída de cultura e museus.&lt;br /&gt;Simplismo e teoria da facilidade&lt;br /&gt;Copo de não água lésco frésco&lt;br /&gt;Língua línguas agem língua línguas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a mensagem tem que ser entendido em segundos&lt;br /&gt;segundo a língua dos meus entendimentos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solta&lt;br /&gt;Olha na brisa que à volta&lt;br /&gt;Do seu paradeiro&lt;br /&gt;Desembucha a ferida&lt;br /&gt;Ou encarna o que cospe.&lt;br /&gt;Solta&lt;br /&gt;E depois fica louca&lt;br /&gt;Com a banda na rua&lt;br /&gt;Com as liras e a tuba&lt;br /&gt;Com a caixa e o passo marcado&lt;br /&gt;De como fossem deuses&lt;br /&gt;Ou anunciação&lt;br /&gt;Todos pisca-piscas.&lt;br /&gt;Ou será tua lua?&lt;br /&gt;Ou a brisa te escoa que não podes parar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta&lt;br /&gt;Nada tem de defeito&lt;br /&gt;O que se arranja de engodo&lt;br /&gt;É comprar laticínio&lt;br /&gt;E comer latrocínio.&lt;br /&gt;Qual nada&lt;br /&gt;Falta luz na sacada.&lt;br /&gt;Volta&lt;br /&gt;Que a luz toda rouca&lt;br /&gt;Nem desperta o segundo&lt;br /&gt;Que seguinte o momento&lt;br /&gt;Se explode em Acapulco.&lt;br /&gt;Ou será claridade?&lt;br /&gt;Ou o sol da coroa que o rio se dá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira&lt;br /&gt;E daí haja fila&lt;br /&gt;Deparando com os becos&lt;br /&gt;Recordando efeitos&lt;br /&gt;Com hematomas sem memória.&lt;br /&gt;Mira&lt;br /&gt;O telescópio de onde roubaram a estrela&lt;br /&gt;Ou seu brilho por Vera&lt;br /&gt;E que existe uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Louca à procura do roubo.&lt;br /&gt;Ou será tua sina?&lt;br /&gt;Ou será uma pátria sem pê nem têrrê, que vaia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236680.post-114089493655676645</id><published>2006-02-25T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:15:36.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doías, por que não vinhas?&lt;br /&gt;Esperei-te a tarde inteira,&lt;br /&gt;Da janela ao pé da porta.&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um abraço suado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com gosto de cheiro do mato&lt;br /&gt;(de terra molhada da chuva caindo).&lt;br /&gt;Prolonga o prazer por mais uns dias&lt;br /&gt;Entre os que dançam, que luam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junto com os focos da rua,&lt;br /&gt;junto com os goles nas pernas&lt;br /&gt;deitadas nuas na rede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ser o eixo do compasso&lt;br /&gt;que une o ponto de apoio&lt;br /&gt;ao traço&lt;br /&gt;e circunscreve o ponto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse em teus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Desejar palavras boas&lt;br /&gt;Quais seriam&lt;br /&gt;As tais e tolas&lt;br /&gt;Que seriam aos meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Por entre estar em tuas loas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se toca fosse&lt;br /&gt;chamego&lt;br /&gt;viveria lambendo&lt;br /&gt;suas entranhas:&lt;br /&gt;e elas são.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sacro prédio&lt;br /&gt;sacrilégio&lt;br /&gt;saco médio&lt;br /&gt;saquibanda&lt;br /&gt;zás-cri-cri&lt;br /&gt;sacro anseio&lt;br /&gt;sacro ensejo&lt;br /&gt;saco-délico-psiu.&lt;br /&gt;saco à mil.&lt;br /&gt;(do verbo&lt;br /&gt;que saco!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-114089493655676645?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236680.post-114089485365824904</id><published>2006-02-25T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:14:13.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todos os lábios&lt;br /&gt;são flores&lt;br /&gt;pro corpo&lt;br /&gt;pros olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra vida&lt;br /&gt;todas as flores&lt;br /&gt;são belas&lt;br /&gt;mulheres&lt;br /&gt;ao cheiro&lt;br /&gt;de cada coração&lt;br /&gt;ao sol da vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-114089485365824904?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/feeds/114089485365824904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21236680&amp;postID=114089485365824904' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default/114089485365824904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default/114089485365824904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/2006/02/todos-os-lbios-so-flores-pro-corpo.html' title=''/><author><name>muitosfrutos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579247667314059560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236680.post-114052485133692879</id><published>2006-02-21T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:27:31.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TPM 2000</title><content type='html'>milênio fálico, anos mil.&lt;br /&gt;curvo, feminino: milênio 2 mil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tensão para mudar,&lt;br /&gt;tendo perdido os momentos&lt;br /&gt;tantos pregados ao medo.&lt;br /&gt;trajes pelados de mimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tolos pesares, os mesmos,&lt;br /&gt;tragos parados, murchos:&lt;br /&gt;tristes, parecendo móveis;&lt;br /&gt;telúricos, principiando movimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tesão para mudar.&lt;br /&gt;tensão pós mover-se.&lt;br /&gt;tensão para mexer.&lt;br /&gt;tesão pós melar-se.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-114052485133692879?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/feeds/114052485133692879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>na soleira da porta pé ante tapete assunta entrar&lt;br /&gt;por la puerta&lt;br /&gt;não aparecimento explícito&lt;br /&gt;algo que move penumbra pelo visto ao vão translúcido&lt;br /&gt;como mistério&lt;br /&gt;vulto inexpresso&lt;br /&gt;vontade de sabê-lo apenas curiosa atenção.&lt;br /&gt;no que transpareço&lt;br /&gt;a poltrona retrai calmamente afundando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pendurada na parede estava minha sombra a tremer com a vela.&lt;br /&gt;linhas do livro eram letras pulantes. só vistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assombrava no eixo fora de eixo&lt;br /&gt;será dúvida da minha presença ao tapete da porta&lt;br /&gt;ao assento da poltrona&lt;br /&gt;qual lugar onde estava.&lt;br /&gt;um pedaço de algo à deriva nas bordas de la puerta&lt;br /&gt;aberta ao pé içável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nas paradas da fruta qual mulher me ascende&lt;br /&gt;gosto puro da volta à parada de mim&lt;br /&gt;eu pra tudo parado.&lt;br /&gt;será que bate à porta?&lt;br /&gt;entra eu tu meu outro palavra d'eu&lt;br /&gt;sobre o lençol d'água do mar solamente sol&lt;br /&gt;crava o peito em vista de transparecer-me&lt;br /&gt;ao vão da porta vendo-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a literatura é o que posso decifrar se estivesse escrito.&lt;br /&gt;como se as letras fossem minhas&lt;br /&gt;leio-me ao pé da rua&lt;br /&gt;sentado na poltrona olhando pra porta ao me ver chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entro não entro não entro entro não entro&lt;br /&gt;que pedaço do avesso dedo há de apontar&lt;br /&gt;dentro parte onde fico à espera do nada&lt;br /&gt;alivia palavra solta à língua sai e volta&lt;br /&gt;abeiçando qual cabelo me ponho,&lt;br /&gt;que cabeça ficou pra trás&lt;br /&gt;como descobrir na praiaque se pode perder a leveza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113832136504409706?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236680.post-113832130387101621</id><published>2006-01-26T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T20:21:43.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amargo sono num sonho de mago catando amoras esmolas de barro&lt;br /&gt;afago tesouros num fogo de ouro costuro casaco de cristas de galo&lt;br /&gt;cristais no gargalo dodecassilábicos duas vezes na gola cortada de senso&lt;br /&gt;carteira de escola barrada no berço tiziu fosso avesso de terço na mão&lt;br /&gt;cuidado fatídico boreal burro tísico híbrido tonel de gosto atonal&lt;br /&gt;boçal rosto intrépido calígula fosco buscando orquídeas num poço&lt;br /&gt;de céticos espirros colossais pendurados no laço nariz entupido&lt;br /&gt;abraço perdido espremido no baço lambido de sulco espreme&lt;br /&gt;esperma lesmaticamente abrindo as pernas chamando com o dedo&lt;br /&gt;esfrego espalho espanto esqueço espumo espero ist-ist-urra&lt;br /&gt;degredo solícito apago no vento colunas de meia por baixo da pia&lt;br /&gt;se quer alegria sequer solta as ventas de lamento ilógico&lt;br /&gt;corrida dos deuses embaixo da terra catando cavaco no seio da fera&lt;br /&gt;na terra no cio no brilho da esfera rosnando firulas na fila das ruas&lt;br /&gt;tropeço de doido num bêbado lago espelho da lua num canto discreto&lt;br /&gt;enfeito as farinhas jogadas na goela estreita caminha de pé sobre as telas&lt;br /&gt;ruelas nanicas pequenas bananas deitadas na trilha das bicas de água&lt;br /&gt;total mágoa d’água na trégua dos tolos fon-fons do automóvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando o sol anuncia precipita uma pilha de adventos fortuitos&lt;br /&gt;que se perdem com o rasgo que enroscam nas teias de asco e intuito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236680.post-113780293401794662</id><published>2006-01-20T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T07:33:50.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;antes de tu&lt;br /&gt;já bem havias&lt;br /&gt;antes de mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pois não pereço na idéia&lt;br /&gt;de apareceres sem antes&lt;br /&gt;ter me sido&lt;br /&gt;      me estado e&lt;br /&gt;      me feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113780293401794662?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236680.post-113779517111767792</id><published>2006-01-20T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T07:39:12.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>antes da palavra&lt;br /&gt;a sede da palavra,&lt;br /&gt;e a causa do antes:&lt;br /&gt;palavra antes&lt;br /&gt;cala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faz-se&lt;br /&gt;sem antes feito:&lt;br /&gt;a palavra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113779517111767792?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/feeds/113779517111767792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Boréstia</title><content type='html'>E dizia e falava e pensava&lt;br /&gt;E bebia e fumava&lt;br /&gt;E compunha&lt;br /&gt;E fazia e acontecia&lt;br /&gt;E reinava e sorria&lt;br /&gt;E chorava e fedia&lt;br /&gt;E mentia&lt;br /&gt;E comia e dizia e comia&lt;br /&gt;E parava e dormia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113774761019921360?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/feeds/113774761019921360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21236680&amp;postID=113774761019921360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default/113774761019921360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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vida&lt;br /&gt;Que calça,&lt;br /&gt;Que calça no vale,&lt;br /&gt;No vale&lt;br /&gt;Que te vale a água.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113774747473920678?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/feeds/113774747473920678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21236680&amp;postID=113774747473920678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default/113774747473920678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default/113774747473920678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-piso-que-tu-pisas-fraco-que-no.html' 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/&gt;Volta&lt;br /&gt;Que a luz toda rouca&lt;br /&gt;Nem desperta o segundo&lt;br /&gt;Que seguinte o momento&lt;br /&gt;Se explode em Acapulco.&lt;br /&gt;Ou será claridade?&lt;br /&gt;Ou o sol da coroa que o rio se dá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira&lt;br /&gt;E daí haja fila&lt;br /&gt;Deparando com os becos&lt;br /&gt;Recordando efeitos&lt;br /&gt;Com hematomas sem memória.&lt;br /&gt;Mira&lt;br /&gt;O telescópio de onde roubaram a estrela&lt;br /&gt;Ou seu brilho por Vera&lt;br /&gt;E que existe uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Louca à procura do roubo.&lt;br /&gt;Ou será tua sina?Ou será uma pátria sem pê nem têrrê, que vaia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113774732542243190?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/feeds/113774732542243190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236680.post-113774727501424106</id><published>2006-01-20T04:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T04:54:35.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Língua de rua advinda de outra língua&lt;br /&gt;Guardada de som que não se distingue&lt;br /&gt;Fica na caixola e perambula no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Coletivamente inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Língua verbal casual coloquial gíria léxico&lt;br /&gt;Una duna tena catena catanada ximixiba bananada&lt;br /&gt;Substância do supra-sumo&lt;br /&gt;Dialeto de área&lt;br /&gt;Região comunicando região dentro da região&lt;br /&gt;Histórica e fisicamente localizada&lt;br /&gt;Etnia ababaía assim dizia:&lt;br /&gt;- Alô malandragem, maloca o flagrante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cultiva a mistura&lt;br /&gt;Zelando pelo componente da cultura&lt;br /&gt;Língua frases locuções toques&lt;br /&gt;E deixe que os estudiosos e críticos&lt;br /&gt;Dêem nomes e mestrados e livros&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a língua dos grupos em áreas.&lt;br /&gt;Maríqui dóio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinóia sabão de ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Localização de área&lt;br /&gt;Ginga do contexto brasileiro dança e música&lt;br /&gt;No falado atrás dos cobres da madeira&lt;br /&gt;Terra plena&lt;br /&gt;Empanada e distribuída de cultura e museus.&lt;br /&gt;Simplismo e teoria da facilidade&lt;br /&gt;Copo de não água lésco frésco&lt;br /&gt;Língua línguas agem língua línguas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a mensagem tem que ser entendido em segundos&lt;br /&gt;segundo a língua dos meus entendimentos.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113774727501424106?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236680.post-113774724466576573</id><published>2006-01-20T04:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T04:54:04.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sexo em três tempos</title><content type='html'>Sexo Lateral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copo e taça:&lt;br /&gt;Requinte&lt;br /&gt;Transbordo e água,&lt;br /&gt;Sexo&lt;br /&gt;E um cheiro de cama suada.&lt;br /&gt;Botão e fecho:&lt;br /&gt;Segura&lt;br /&gt;E tapa os buracos:&lt;br /&gt;Escorre&lt;br /&gt;Perna abaixo&lt;br /&gt;E solta&lt;br /&gt;Pros lados para cima&lt;br /&gt;E para dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo Unilateral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentou-se ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Olhou-me nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Sorriu-me um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Pegou-me a mão&lt;br /&gt;Beijou-me a boca&lt;br /&gt;Abraçou-me de tédio&lt;br /&gt;Tirou-me a roupa&lt;br /&gt;Cheirou-me o sexo&lt;br /&gt;Lambuzou-me na cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo Bilateral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijamo-nos&lt;br /&gt;Suamo-nos&lt;br /&gt;Gozamo-nos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos demos o silêncio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113774724466576573?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/feeds/113774724466576573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21236680&amp;postID=113774724466576573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default/113774724466576573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default/113774724466576573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/2006/01/sexo-em-trs-tempos.html' title='sexo em três tempos'/><author><name>muitosfrutos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579247667314059560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236680.post-113774718749815855</id><published>2006-01-20T04:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T04:53:07.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>se toca fosse&lt;br /&gt;chamego&lt;br /&gt;viveria lambendo&lt;br /&gt;suas entranhas:e elas são.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113774718749815855?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236680.post-113774715532173642</id><published>2006-01-20T04:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T04:52:35.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Luz&lt;br /&gt;Rastro lento – cata-vento de cruz –&lt;br /&gt;Sinal&lt;br /&gt;Passo de cadência tenaz&lt;br /&gt;Se não possa viajar – parte atroz –&lt;br /&gt;Caliente taça de tonel&lt;br /&gt;Se nos traz.&lt;br /&gt;Faz&lt;br /&gt;Lastro sinistro&lt;br /&gt;Paz de domus – seduz –&lt;br /&gt;Toma caminho&lt;br /&gt;Corpo-espaço retrai&lt;br /&gt;Depois relaxa&lt;br /&gt;Tensa manha de pus&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas caem na presença&lt;br /&gt;Sagaz (de)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po-&lt;br /&gt;Vos vesperando larga&lt;br /&gt;Trilha veloz&lt;br /&gt;Que na cabeça plena&lt;br /&gt;Clara se faz&lt;br /&gt;Já não desprazeres – ruga voraz –&lt;br /&gt;Epiderme traz a marca&lt;br /&gt;E não jaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- paz –&lt;br /&gt;Consegue risco&lt;br /&gt;De esperança e de paz&lt;br /&gt;Alenta fibra&lt;br /&gt;Que adormece de nós&lt;br /&gt;Rebrilha força&lt;br /&gt;Que no tempo se pôs&lt;br /&gt;E sai voando&lt;br /&gt;Triste canto de luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sobre tema musical do “Bolero” de Ravel)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113774715532173642?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/feeds/113774715532173642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21236680&amp;postID=113774715532173642' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default/113774715532173642'/><link rel='self' 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distúrbios desconexos&lt;br /&gt;feito mel que empoça o incesto&lt;br /&gt;claro díspare com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;rabo de porco nas ventas&lt;br /&gt;praga rogada dos céus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sobre tema musical "se eu quiser falar comDeus" Gilberto Gil)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113774708098486400?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/feeds/113774708098486400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21236680&amp;postID=113774708098486400' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default/113774708098486400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default/113774708098486400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/2006/01/caso-o-clima-seja-breu-no-h-caos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>muitosfrutos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579247667314059560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236680.post-113774704245291386</id><published>2006-01-20T04:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T04:50:42.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>por&lt;br /&gt;muitos&lt;br /&gt;deuses&lt;br /&gt;feitos&lt;br /&gt;reses&lt;br /&gt;vêem&lt;br /&gt;pastos&lt;br /&gt;largos&lt;br /&gt;onde não só comidos&lt;br /&gt;os estragos&lt;br /&gt;passados&lt;br /&gt;no cerebelo,&lt;br /&gt;onde não só ruído, puído.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-        Pausa:&lt;br /&gt;para inventar&lt;br /&gt;um super-ultra-hiper&lt;br /&gt;deus que nos acuda&lt;br /&gt;de mais um apelo&lt;br /&gt;à fajutice aguda.&lt;br /&gt;por&lt;br /&gt;menos&lt;br /&gt;falsas&lt;br /&gt;reles&lt;br /&gt;trutas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113774704245291386?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/feeds/113774704245291386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21236680&amp;postID=113774704245291386' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default/113774704245291386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default/113774704245291386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/2006/01/por-muitos-deuses-feitos-reses-vem.html' title=''/><author><name>muitosfrutos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579247667314059560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236680.post-113774689672183183</id><published>2006-01-20T04:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T04:48:16.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Manda vir uma doceira&lt;br /&gt;Das que traz&lt;br /&gt;O braço&lt;br /&gt;Lambível e perfumado.&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela no meio da noite&lt;br /&gt;Me engole as ventas&lt;br /&gt;Ou canta uma canção espanhola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda vir pra deslembrar&lt;br /&gt;De todos os gostos&lt;br /&gt;Uma mosqueteira&lt;br /&gt;Que me espete os flancos&lt;br /&gt;E me toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda um copo uma bandeja&lt;br /&gt;Numa sede&lt;br /&gt;Para vir andando&lt;br /&gt;E me morder&lt;br /&gt;Quando menos esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda vir&lt;br /&gt;Que preciso&lt;br /&gt;Ser engolido mordido digerido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113774689672183183?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/feeds/113774689672183183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21236680&amp;postID=113774689672183183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fariam aos meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Por entre estar em tuas loas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113774684837186412?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/feeds/113774684837186412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21236680&amp;postID=113774684837186412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default/113774684837186412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21236680/posts/default/113774684837186412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/2006/01/se-eu-pudesse-em-teus-ouvidos-desejar.html' title=''/><author><name>muitosfrutos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579247667314059560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236680.post-113772899992659109</id><published>2006-01-19T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:49:59.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Nas horas nas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Na noite das horas nas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Encontro um gosto seu&lt;br /&gt;Um cheiro seu&lt;br /&gt;A palavra, o silêncio seu&lt;br /&gt;As mãos suas&lt;br /&gt;Passeando comigo&lt;br /&gt;Contando falando&lt;br /&gt;E andando comigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113772899992659109?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando na minha presença&lt;br /&gt;Sentires falta de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Procuras-me na claridade&lt;br /&gt;Ou na dissolvição;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda não me vires&lt;br /&gt;Cata-me no teu pulsar,&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas costelas&lt;br /&gt;Ou na garganta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda não,&lt;br /&gt;Vê se é a mim&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Que procuras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21236680-113772836353828518?l=muitosfrutos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muitosfrutos.blogspot.com/feeds/113772836353828518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21236680&amp;postID=113772836353828518' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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