<?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-314024312999107742</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:17:14.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VELUDO ESCARLATE</title><subtitle type='html'>... 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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrWSKozm0N0/TznjjhuqGxI/AAAAAAAAATg/LagFO-KC2Ek/s1600/IMG_2113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrWSKozm0N0/TznjjhuqGxI/AAAAAAAAATg/LagFO-KC2Ek/s400/IMG_2113.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Rearviewmirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;auto-retrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Distancio cada vez mais da amplitude de não caber em mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não quero mais a morte cotidiana, os substratos ocultos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aquela mesma insistente dúvida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que acende as fogueiras dos meus dias e noites&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Subentendo a verdade para que ela não me conte mais segredos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Penetro no instante profundo quando não mais me perderei &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-6917111982756127031?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6917111982756127031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-efemero-acontecimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/6917111982756127031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/6917111982756127031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-efemero-acontecimento.html' title='O efêmero acontecimento'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrWSKozm0N0/TznjjhuqGxI/AAAAAAAAATg/LagFO-KC2Ek/s72-c/IMG_2113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-7165729833108474960</id><published>2012-02-06T15:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T01:34:59.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O surrealismo de Dali na Playboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Cara &lt;i&gt;imaginação&lt;/i&gt;, o que eu amo, sobretudo em você, é que você &lt;i&gt;não perdoa&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.Andre Breton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fdFLvdZotI/TzAWmizNNsI/AAAAAAAAASo/u30UIXD7bgU/s1600/Dali-Playboy-pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fdFLvdZotI/TzAWmizNNsI/AAAAAAAAASo/u30UIXD7bgU/s320/Dali-Playboy-pic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Salvador Dali, sempre surpreendente, além de ter dialogado com cinema em Spellbound de Alfred Hitchcock, concebendo o cenário na sequência do sonho, contribuiu também lindamente com a Playboy em 1973!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TFcSa_0ZIY/TzAXtcfcR6I/AAAAAAAAASw/_WCwqxqUz7o/s1600/salvador+dali+for+playboy+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TFcSa_0ZIY/TzAXtcfcR6I/AAAAAAAAASw/_WCwqxqUz7o/s320/salvador+dali+for+playboy+1.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Depois disto olhei, e eis que vi uma porta aberta no céu, e a primeira voz queouvi era como a trombeta que falava comigo, dizendo: sobe aqui, e mostrar-te-ei ascoisas que devem acontecer depois destas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.Apocalipse, IV, 1.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46M8-EpOgb8/TuzQyQtBk-I/AAAAAAAAASE/m7t3EiaQxgU/s1600/ray_pr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46M8-EpOgb8/TuzQyQtBk-I/AAAAAAAAASE/m7t3EiaQxgU/s320/ray_pr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A cada reviravolta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Revolto-me, reviro-me, refaço-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entre todas essas linhas sutis que separam uns e outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nesses espaços que nos separam a cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Morremos em frases não ditas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agonizamos entre vontades urgentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Passam eles, fugazes, pelo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu, indelével&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tento uma vez mais outra revolução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-1943008441826161408?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1943008441826161408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/12/como-morrer-e-renascer-todos-os-dias.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/1943008441826161408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/1943008441826161408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/12/como-morrer-e-renascer-todos-os-dias.html' title='Como morrer e renascer todos os dias'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46M8-EpOgb8/TuzQyQtBk-I/AAAAAAAAASE/m7t3EiaQxgU/s72-c/ray_pr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-3739637402141797604</id><published>2011-11-23T16:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:15:07.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Segundo alguns&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;era louca&lt;/i&gt;. Opinião de apáticos. Que jamais poderiam compreendê-la”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.Charles Bukowski.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv0XFZ-suBI/Ts1RG7AamPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/oOlNKwDG314/s1600/image_190_jean-gabriel-domergue-grand-nu-sur-fond-bleu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv0XFZ-suBI/Ts1RG7AamPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/oOlNKwDG314/s320/image_190_jean-gabriel-domergue-grand-nu-sur-fond-bleu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;Como se houvesse aceitado a incumbênciade me destruir e me retratar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;Em pulsos abertos e combustõesespontâneas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;Espalmo as mãos para absorver a quedalenta nos precipícios noturnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;Que adorno com as facas embebes emlágrimas insones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;Transito entre eu e eles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;Mordiscando vez ou outra os calcanharesdo tédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;Para meu próprio gozo e indignação dosascetas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Pintura de &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.br/search?q=jean+gabriel+domerge&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:pt-BR:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;source=og&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wi&amp;amp;biw=1366&amp;amp;bih=639&amp;amp;sei=uFPNTvWuHenb0QGviN0-#um=1&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:pt-BR%3Aofficial&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=jean+gabriel+domergue&amp;amp;pbx=1&amp;amp;oq=jean+gabriel+domergue&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=g1&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;gs_sm=e&amp;amp;gs_upl=61785l61785l0l62638l1l1l0l0l0l0l592l592l5-1l1l0&amp;amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.,cf.osb&amp;amp;fp=cecab09292969613&amp;amp;biw=1366&amp;amp;bih=639" target="_blank"&gt;Jean-Gabriel Domergue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-3739637402141797604?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/3739637402141797604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/11/segundo-alguns-era-louca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/3739637402141797604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/3739637402141797604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/11/segundo-alguns-era-louca.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv0XFZ-suBI/Ts1RG7AamPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/oOlNKwDG314/s72-c/image_190_jean-gabriel-domergue-grand-nu-sur-fond-bleu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-7409698780652458138</id><published>2011-11-17T13:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T13:46:52.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando duas galáxias colidem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...] "e o  universo&lt;/em&gt; reconstruiu-&lt;em&gt;se&lt;/em&gt;-me sem ideal nem esperança, &lt;em&gt;e o Dono da Tabacaria sorriu."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.Álvaro de Campos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YxDPv2cpKM/TsU4hNOhnuI/AAAAAAAAARw/GxqhBJncBFQ/s1600/592519main_image_2071_428-321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YxDPv2cpKM/TsU4hNOhnuI/AAAAAAAAARw/GxqhBJncBFQ/s400/592519main_image_2071_428-321.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Media o tempo em anos-luz, por isso acreditava na existência de outros universos internos individuais que pudessem abrigar vida inteligente. Esperava inclusive pela passagem do cometa ainda nesse milênio, o que faria seus próprios planetas e estrelas se desorbitarem momentaneamente com tamanha força gravitacional que, se pudessem prever, os cientistas atestariam ser outro Big-Bang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Crétidos da imagem&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/home/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-7409698780652458138?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/7409698780652458138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-duas-galaxias-colidem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/7409698780652458138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/7409698780652458138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-duas-galaxias-colidem.html' title='Quando duas galáxias colidem'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YxDPv2cpKM/TsU4hNOhnuI/AAAAAAAAARw/GxqhBJncBFQ/s72-c/592519main_image_2071_428-321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-1576278357624755578</id><published>2011-11-14T16:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:11:51.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Grito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Liberdade é pouco. O que eu desejo ainda não tem nome."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.Clarice Lispector.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78lCng3CcmI/TsFxO0_WJCI/AAAAAAAAARo/S0qX6G2yh-Y/s1600/munch-scream2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78lCng3CcmI/TsFxO0_WJCI/AAAAAAAAARo/S0qX6G2yh-Y/s320/munch-scream2.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Jogo os dados mais uma vez, tento a sorte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Meticulosamente, ora me esguio ora me exponho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Contrariando minhas próprias regras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Quero a subversão dos desejos em alegorias palpáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Para que no final, quando não precise mais da realidade  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; eu tenha algo para enfeitar minha estante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-1576278357624755578?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1576278357624755578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/11/liberdade-e-pouco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/1576278357624755578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/1576278357624755578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/11/liberdade-e-pouco.html' title='Grito'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78lCng3CcmI/TsFxO0_WJCI/AAAAAAAAARo/S0qX6G2yh-Y/s72-c/munch-scream2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-3536799877755213550</id><published>2011-05-18T16:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T16:32:19.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Épico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Não existe vida feliz sem prudência, beleza e justiça"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.Epicuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zL38nRJxXD8/TdQqWHAqHNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/AKe13Mb9ExA/s1600/carlotaparque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zL38nRJxXD8/TdQqWHAqHNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/AKe13Mb9ExA/s400/carlotaparque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608153995310406866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Só The Cure no escuro, não cura.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Cura-te com Epicuro.&lt;br /&gt;Ele cura. E sem escuro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Épicuro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Foto do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/samaneta/"&gt;Samam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-3536799877755213550?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/3536799877755213550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-existe-vida-feliz-sem-prudencia_18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/3536799877755213550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/3536799877755213550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-existe-vida-feliz-sem-prudencia_18.html' title='Épico'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zL38nRJxXD8/TdQqWHAqHNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/AKe13Mb9ExA/s72-c/carlotaparque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-4072868429655566087</id><published>2011-01-25T18:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T19:38:25.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Promessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ah&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Dentro de toda a alma existe a prova de que a dor como um dardo se renova quando o prazer barbaramente a ataca&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.Augusto dos anjos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TT9PM6L4erI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jXSAAGZrO4Y/s1600/godard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TT9PM6L4erI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jXSAAGZrO4Y/s400/godard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566254747649342130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andava sentindo-se enganada, como se o mundo lhe tivesse prometido algo que não cumprira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entrava cada vez mais em um ponto de onde não conseguiria mais voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não media mais o tempo, este se ultrapassava nela sem a menor perspectiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E cravado por dentro, um archote que não se apagava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acreditou que a imperfeição seria melhor se cultivada, tornando-se até uma virtude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A perfeição torna-se impossível de se compartilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não obstante, ainda ardia nas noites de ruas vazias e cigarros queimados no vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca desistiria... pelo menos não hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Foto: Fragmento do filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0058701/"&gt;Uma Mulher Casada (Jean-Luc Godard, 1964&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0058701/"&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-4072868429655566087?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4072868429655566087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/01/promessa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/4072868429655566087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/4072868429655566087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/01/promessa.html' title='Promessa'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TT9PM6L4erI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jXSAAGZrO4Y/s72-c/godard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-3741549175998649565</id><published>2011-01-07T17:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T17:44:57.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estanque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ser-se o que se é, era grande demais e incontrolável."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Clarice Lispector *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSd6c-vQGhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/vhzlFyxmG8k/s1600/ray_pr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSd6c-vQGhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/vhzlFyxmG8k/s400/ray_pr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559546903308278290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Não fumava mais esse cigarro pelo vicio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas pela urgência de soltar a fumaça que insistia em ficar no ambiente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como se a respiração fosse materializada e assim soubesse que estava viva&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por onde andara todo esse tempo, perdida?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A urgência de um grito que se formava na garganta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem a garantia de que a partir daquele momento sua vida seria outra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;De excesso em excesso cambaleava, para dar continuidade ao movimento de viver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* Foto:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Man Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-3741549175998649565?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/3741549175998649565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/01/estanque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/3741549175998649565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/3741549175998649565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/01/estanque.html' title='Estanque'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSd6c-vQGhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/vhzlFyxmG8k/s72-c/ray_pr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-2723683028725243621</id><published>2011-01-03T14:26:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:20:34.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pornotapados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;" O que é a carne? O que é esse Isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Que recobre o osso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Este novelo liso e convulso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Esta desordem de pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;azer e atrito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Este caos de dor dobre o pastoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;A carne. Não sei este Isso. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;. Hilda Hilst .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Interessantíssima a idéia dessa artista espanhola &lt;span id="AC_fonte" class="ft4"&gt;Paloma Blanco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Ela se utilizou de revista de conteúdo pornográfico e fez pinturas por cima, transformando cenas de sexo e orgias em cenas corriqueiras do cotidiano, como cozinhar, praticar esportes e tomar um chazinho. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dá para levantar vários questinamentos, como por exemplo o que é sexy, a função do nu na pornografia e a própria prática do sexo como uma mercadoria de consumo e símbolo de status sendo uma coisa tão corriqueira e circunstancial como lavar um prato! E o melhor são as feições de prazer mantidas nas montagens!!!&lt;br /&gt;Em tempo: o trabalho chama-se Pornotapados!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIQxXZNWNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YIYx_H4ENo8/s1600/pornotapados%2Bplatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIQxXZNWNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YIYx_H4ENo8/s320/pornotapados%2Bplatos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558023330407995602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIQxGlrawI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P7Ud_CY7j7g/s1600/trip-195-homem-porno03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIQxGlrawI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P7Ud_CY7j7g/s320/trip-195-homem-porno03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558023325896895234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIQxMUuMfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/sczmCf-IncU/s1600/PORNOTAPADOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIQxMUuMfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/sczmCf-IncU/s320/PORNOTAPADOS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558023327436386802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIQwkbTAxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Th7oMqVHX70/s1600/080808025014919619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIQwkbTAxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Th7oMqVHX70/s320/080808025014919619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558023316726547218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIQwv9SH5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/eA46XGOafmM/s1600/3149516370_752bbc2900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIQwv9SH5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/eA46XGOafmM/s320/3149516370_752bbc2900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558023319821885330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha preferida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIUKc7c_oI/AAAAAAAAAPU/d1tzGYSEfO0/s1600/pornotapadosss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIUKc7c_oI/AAAAAAAAAPU/d1tzGYSEfO0/s320/pornotapadosss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558027059925417602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIUKHVdcyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dC-Bi7kQMVI/s1600/trip-195-homem-porno05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIUKHVdcyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dC-Bi7kQMVI/s320/trip-195-homem-porno05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558027054128919330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIUKCIWXmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/o31RMFEVUNs/s1600/pornotapados_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIUKCIWXmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/o31RMFEVUNs/s320/pornotapados_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558027052731752034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-2723683028725243621?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2723683028725243621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/01/pornotapados.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/2723683028725243621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/2723683028725243621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2011/01/pornotapados.html' title='Pornotapados'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/TSIQxXZNWNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YIYx_H4ENo8/s72-c/pornotapados%2Bplatos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-996314849362338995</id><published>2010-02-02T14:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:57:43.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pontos de vista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Eu sou eu e minhas circunstâncias"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.Ortega y Gasset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433706006085113522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/S2hm0tKcFrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/k-EFtRbs6G4/s400/banksy-hope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O ponto de vista,&lt;br /&gt;os pontos,&lt;br /&gt; pontos de vista de um mesmo ponto&lt;br /&gt;O ponto de encontro&lt;br /&gt;Do corpo&lt;br /&gt;É o ponto em que não te encontro&lt;br /&gt;E ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-996314849362338995?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/996314849362338995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2010/02/pontos-de-vista.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/996314849362338995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/996314849362338995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2010/02/pontos-de-vista.html' title='Pontos de vista'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/S2hm0tKcFrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/k-EFtRbs6G4/s72-c/banksy-hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-8670472220395086110</id><published>2010-01-11T15:12:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:16:26.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O passado em um Vídeo-horror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Jubila-te da memória de coitos e acertos.&lt;br /&gt;Ou tenta-me de novo. Obriga-me. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.Hilda Hilst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/S0trqE6FLpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FOYESv_994U/s1600-h/444222268_b6717c7c68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425548546713923218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/S0trqE6FLpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FOYESv_994U/s400/444222268_b6717c7c68.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tua ideia anteveio ao calor do seu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;te pensava, em meio ao fogo e a dor das madrugadas intermináveis de solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas sempre há vida correndo antes do encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Existem becos, ruas, camas, línguas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bocas, seios, lábios, bundas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E subvertendo a ordem do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me atingiu o passado em um vídeo-horror, movimentos frenéticos e vazios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lábios escancarados e gozo e monstros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aceito então...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Arranco a flecha da carne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E te entrego a minha desordem com resignação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Meu corpo na tua cama, te sorvo sôfrega pelo tempo em que eu não existia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-8670472220395086110?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/8670472220395086110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2010/01/ventania.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/8670472220395086110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/8670472220395086110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2010/01/ventania.html' title='O passado em um Vídeo-horror'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/S0trqE6FLpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FOYESv_994U/s72-c/444222268_b6717c7c68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-3074873880823765839</id><published>2009-09-08T17:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:53:18.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O teu corpo muda&lt;br /&gt;independente de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Não te pergunta&lt;br /&gt;se deve engordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um ser estranho&lt;br /&gt;que tem teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;ri em teu riso&lt;br /&gt;e goza com teu sexo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Ferreira Gullar*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SqbQjJNIPKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/B--OTG4mcfE/s1600-h/manray2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379216107125619874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SqbQjJNIPKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/B--OTG4mcfE/s400/manray2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagino, transcorro sobre o corpo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O gosto, o cheiro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arranco a farpa do gozo, o grito, a dor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penso em não mais voltar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero o vício &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O vício me dói nos sentidos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O cheiro, o gosto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me arranca a saliva na ponta da língua &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sexo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Crédito da foto do Man Ray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-3074873880823765839?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SqbQjJNIPKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/B--OTG4mcfE/s72-c/manray2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-2492355306926557755</id><published>2009-09-08T17:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:35:23.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O passado não reconhece o seu lugar: está sempre presente"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mario Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SqbM8Mw54mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8aJ66PTTcGM/s1600-h/Dear5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379212139531199074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SqbM8Mw54mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8aJ66PTTcGM/s400/Dear5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E se o passado fosse apenas uma casca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que com o tempo seca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Descasca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A lasca a ser cortada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Arrancada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas por dentro, a mágoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Estilhaço, caco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dilacerando a ilusão do tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do movimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que tudo apaga.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Créditos da gravura de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.salonserpent.com/Home.html"&gt;Angelique Houtkamp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-2492355306926557755?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2492355306926557755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/09/passado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/2492355306926557755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/2492355306926557755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/09/passado.html' title='Passado.'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SqbM8Mw54mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8aJ66PTTcGM/s72-c/Dear5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-3461380828749167603</id><published>2009-08-20T15:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:45:33.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Para espantar o pó...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/So2nkBM6J9I/AAAAAAAAALs/dyWjDVDGk2E/s1600-h/mafalda2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372134167762577362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/So2nkBM6J9I/AAAAAAAAALs/dyWjDVDGk2E/s400/mafalda2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-3461380828749167603?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/So2nkBM6J9I/AAAAAAAAALs/dyWjDVDGk2E/s72-c/mafalda2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-1365445311970177834</id><published>2009-08-06T15:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:15:38.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpus Christi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnsrIu6dZ8I/AAAAAAAAALk/oIoFDtkFGmM/s1600-h/letstalk341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366930809974253506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnsrIu6dZ8I/AAAAAAAAALk/oIoFDtkFGmM/s400/letstalk341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnsrIL5naqI/AAAAAAAAALc/yTSlsJ06bn4/s1600-h/letstalk325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366930800575474338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnsrIL5naqI/AAAAAAAAALc/yTSlsJ06bn4/s400/letstalk325.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnsrH8lqbvI/AAAAAAAAALU/qb1r-43dF3I/s1600-h/letstalk324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366930796465254130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnsrH8lqbvI/AAAAAAAAALU/qb1r-43dF3I/s400/letstalk324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnsrHpVJ2NI/AAAAAAAAALM/h90sIM4_2Ok/s1600-h/letstalk316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366930791295736018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnsrHpVJ2NI/AAAAAAAAALM/h90sIM4_2Ok/s400/letstalk316.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnsrHabk9cI/AAAAAAAAALE/0DPmdOB8H6E/s1600-h/letstalk303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366930787296146882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnsrHabk9cI/AAAAAAAAALE/0DPmdOB8H6E/s400/letstalk303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Ilustrações do &lt;a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/angeli/"&gt;Angeli&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-1365445311970177834?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1365445311970177834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/08/corpus-christi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/1365445311970177834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/1365445311970177834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/08/corpus-christi.html' title='Corpus Christi'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnsrIu6dZ8I/AAAAAAAAALk/oIoFDtkFGmM/s72-c/letstalk341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-9006324424751565973</id><published>2009-08-05T14:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:10:44.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode à madrugada e todas as suas sombras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mais uma dose. É, claro que eu to afim. A noite nunca tem fim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que que a gente é assim?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Cazuza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnnjUAg3vnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/G7YnAkfyEtE/s1600-h/helmutnewton.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366570363863416434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnnjUAg3vnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/G7YnAkfyEtE/s400/helmutnewton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto: Helmut Newton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que sina a minha...&lt;br /&gt;Cachaça, madrugada e fumaça&lt;br /&gt;No bar eu faço meu descarrego&lt;br /&gt;A Baco dedico um trago&lt;br /&gt;À Pombagira, um despacho&lt;br /&gt;E em Vênus me converto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no outro dia, expulsa do paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;A consciência me atormenta&lt;br /&gt;Regurgito o juízo&lt;br /&gt;Mas não adianta, por mais que eu tente&lt;br /&gt;Dessa sina sou dependente&lt;br /&gt;É lá que solto meu riso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*E aqui na casa em frente a minha alguém está ouvindo &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMD7Ezp3gWc"&gt;Ramones&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-9006324424751565973?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/9006324424751565973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-madrugada-e-todas-as-suas-sombras.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/9006324424751565973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/9006324424751565973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-madrugada-e-todas-as-suas-sombras.html' title='Ode à madrugada e todas as suas sombras...'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnnjUAg3vnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/G7YnAkfyEtE/s72-c/helmutnewton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-6160816824699454409</id><published>2009-08-03T22:28:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:28:08.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O deleite da beleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SneulyF5jgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/orCruqIL7Bk/s1600-h/MilesAldridge+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365949445160144386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SneulyF5jgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/orCruqIL7Bk/s320/MilesAldridge+(12).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.milesaldridge.com/"&gt;Miles Aldridge&lt;/a&gt; é um fotógrafo londrino que nasceu no início dos anos 60. É um dos mais criativos fotógrafos de moda (na minha humilde opinião) e suas produções são sempre muito características, com cores e texturas exageradas, mas que no fim parecem ter sido combinadas na medida certa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Suas fotografias já foram publicadas das mais renomadas revistas de moda, dentre elas Vogue, Número, Allure e New York Times Magazine, além de ter feito campanhas para masrcas como M.A.C e Carolina Herrera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um deleite para os olhos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SneulkkCwpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pjlMmBcFwHc/s1600-h/MilesAldridge+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365949441528480402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SneulkkCwpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pjlMmBcFwHc/s320/MilesAldridge+(7).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnelGxAyakI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HZJ8AP59dig/s1600-h/MilesAldridge+(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365939016689674818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnelGxAyakI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HZJ8AP59dig/s320/MilesAldridge+(14).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnelGla-r8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9vnbPW2AQBo/s1600-h/MilesAldridge+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365939013578305474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnelGla-r8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9vnbPW2AQBo/s320/MilesAldridge+(10).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnelGRJlqSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jfrZn0AWtD8/s1600-h/MilesAldridge+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365939008136653090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnelGRJlqSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jfrZn0AWtD8/s320/MilesAldridge+(9).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnejwkqgYDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_Qsj0ghge_w/s1600-h/MilesAldridge+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365937535906242610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnejwkqgYDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_Qsj0ghge_w/s320/MilesAldridge+(5).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/Snejwv80weI/AAAAAAAAAJs/tDpitcVxSlE/s1600-h/MilesAldridge+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365937538935865826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/Snejwv80weI/AAAAAAAAAJs/tDpitcVxSlE/s320/MilesAldridge+(4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnejwSx28QI/AAAAAAAAAJk/J15mGXo-V8g/s1600-h/MilesAldridge+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365937531105243394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnejwSx28QI/AAAAAAAAAJk/J15mGXo-V8g/s320/MilesAldridge+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/Snejv0rjQZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RgQshSmRnnk/s1600-h/MilesAldridge+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365937523025723794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/Snejv0rjQZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RgQshSmRnnk/s320/MilesAldridge+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-6160816824699454409?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6160816824699454409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-deleite-da-beleza.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/6160816824699454409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/6160816824699454409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-deleite-da-beleza.html' title='O deleite da beleza'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SneulyF5jgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/orCruqIL7Bk/s72-c/MilesAldridge+(12).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-6066012673834289109</id><published>2009-08-03T19:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:49:29.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando a psicologia vai para o lado negro da Força!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No Luke, I am your Father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Darth Vader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SneScGXJzlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OzY5BRb0q28/s1600-h/DarthVaderROTSV1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365918492476952146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SneScGXJzlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OzY5BRb0q28/s320/DarthVaderROTSV1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando li &lt;a href="http://news.google.com.br/news?um=1&amp;amp;ned=pt-BR_br&amp;amp;hl=pt&amp;amp;cf=all&amp;amp;ncl=decadCKMGiZ_O1MQOOjjjDvkmxBbM"&gt;essa&lt;/a&gt; notícia até fiquei com vergonha de ser psicóloga: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma psicóloga do Rio de Janeiro sofreu censura pública por parte do CFP ( Conselho Federal de Psicologia) por oferecer tratamento para curar homossexualidade. E para piorar, ainda por cima ela é &lt;a href="http://maniabrasil.com/mb/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/diabo_capeta_mandando_cotoco.jpg"&gt;evangélica&lt;/a&gt; e indica a religião para seus clientes&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; como sendo parte do "tratamento"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nada contra quem quiser se "curar" de sua homossexualidade, afinal cada um faz o que quiser de sua vida. A questão aqui é a forma como essa "profissional" considera a homossexualidade como sendo uma doença ou desvio.&lt;br /&gt;O cliente que procura um terapeuta por estar sofrendo por sua orientação sexual não vai ser atendido com a perspectiva de mudança dessa orientação. Caso isso aconteça, será parte de um processo de auto conheciemento e consciência de si e seu lugar no mundo, não de um direcionamento por parte do psicólogo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o pior é que no &lt;a href="http://rozangelajustino.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; dela tem muita gente apoiando sua causa! Inclusive outros psicólogos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo um pedaço da entrevista que ela deu para a Folha de São Paulo e peguei &lt;a href="http://blig.ig.com.br/penielba/2009/07/15/folha-de-sp-publica-materia-sobre-rozangela-justino-sobre-cura-gay/"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;. Medo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOLHA - Como a sra. vê o homossexualismo?&lt;br /&gt;ROZÂNGELA ALVES JUSTINO - É uma doença. E uma doença que estão querendo implantar em toda sociedade. Há um grupo com finalidades políticas e econômicas que quer estabelecer a liberação sexual, inclusive o abuso sexual contra criança. Esse é o movimento que me persegue e que tem feito alianças com conselhos de psicologia para implantar a ditadura gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOLHA - O que é ditadura gay?&lt;br /&gt;JUSTINO - Há vários projetos no Congresso para cercear o direito de expressão, de pensamento e científico. Eles foram queimados na Santa Inquisição e agora querem criar a Santa Inquisição para heterossexuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-6066012673834289109?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6066012673834289109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-psicologia-foi-para-o-lado-negro.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/6066012673834289109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/6066012673834289109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-psicologia-foi-para-o-lado-negro.html' title='Quando a psicologia vai para o lado negro da Força!'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SneScGXJzlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OzY5BRb0q28/s72-c/DarthVaderROTSV1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-6704540449596583509</id><published>2009-07-31T18:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:56:06.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don´t make me kill you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnNz6QDo27I/AAAAAAAAAI8/J4qSzEarQhM/s1600-h/caf%C3%A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364759025708227506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnNz6QDo27I/AAAAAAAAAI8/J4qSzEarQhM/s320/caf%C3%A9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;É assim pela manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-6704540449596583509?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6704540449596583509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-make-me-kill-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/6704540449596583509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/6704540449596583509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-make-me-kill-you.html' title='Don´t make me kill you'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnNz6QDo27I/AAAAAAAAAI8/J4qSzEarQhM/s72-c/caf%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-2301323756417526178</id><published>2009-07-31T17:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:50:49.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Luminosidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"As portas batem as toalhas voam&lt;br /&gt;o dia se esbaqueia como um pássaro dentro de casa&lt;br /&gt;(ou uma lembrança&lt;br /&gt;dentro da casa)&lt;br /&gt;Véspera do dia em que de repente enlouquecerei"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.Ferreira Gullar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnNxZjaqTSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Zay3WmlyG6E/s1600-h/DSC01231edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364756264946126114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnNxZjaqTSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Zay3WmlyG6E/s320/DSC01231edit.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Olhando para frente, não chegaremos nunca... a travessia é sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei ao certo agora quanto tempo dormi. Você me acordou, arrancando cortinas e abrindo todas as janelas. Não soube que horas eram pois o sol parecia vir de todos os pontos cardeais. Eu pude ver tudo com clareza então. E você estava ali parado, eu não tinha percebido antes, suas mãos estavam vazias e as malas ainda não tinham sido desfeitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compreendi que você não tinha vindo para ficar, desde o começo, e me lembro de você ter falado algumas palavras que eram para soar de forma doce mas saíram pálidas e o som da sua voz evaporou em mim todas as lembranças que eu tinha guardado de você no escuro, antes das janelas serem abertas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois você levou minhas cortinas embora e a luz não parou mais de entrar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-2301323756417526178?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2301323756417526178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-portas-batem-as-toalhas-voam-o-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/2301323756417526178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/2301323756417526178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-portas-batem-as-toalhas-voam-o-dia.html' title='Luminosidade'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnNxZjaqTSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Zay3WmlyG6E/s72-c/DSC01231edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-97571162909147241</id><published>2009-07-31T15:47:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:01:56.175-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie e Hitchcock</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364714007795276018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnNK93QzGPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_ytGsK05GqM/s320/barbie-birds-hitchcock2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Em 1963 o genial Alfred Hitchcock dirigiu " Os Pássaros " e em comemoração aos 45 anos do lançamento do filme a Mattel lançou a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00142V9X0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=americaninven-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B00142V9X0"&gt;Barbie "Os Pássaros":&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00142V9X0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=americaninven-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B00142V9X0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 402px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364716836215912050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnNNif809nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vgSEsTCTOYk/s320/barbie-birds-hitchcock.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-97571162909147241?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/97571162909147241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/barbie-e-hitchcock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/97571162909147241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/97571162909147241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/barbie-e-hitchcock.html' title='Barbie e Hitchcock'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnNK93QzGPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_ytGsK05GqM/s72-c/barbie-birds-hitchcock2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-5909352302631839397</id><published>2009-07-31T08:42:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:51:40.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facas ou... A morte cotidiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Porque há desejo em mim, é tudo cintilância."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.Hilda Hilst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnLnWRualTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VQtBQp2h07M/s1600-h/2746409985_dc14cb304f.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364604476052903218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnLnWRualTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VQtBQp2h07M/s320/2746409985_dc14cb304f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ser assistente do atirador de facas&lt;br /&gt;E de olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe de repente&lt;br /&gt;A lâmina corte rente&lt;br /&gt;Esse sem fim de ais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364604320607036466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnLnNOpO5DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/niJJPjxhX5c/s320/filme_a_mulher_e_o_atirador.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E do sangue verta espuma&lt;br /&gt;Como a Vênus nascendo do mar&lt;br /&gt;E do meu corpo em carne e febre&lt;br /&gt;O desejo se eleve,&lt;br /&gt;A luxúria tome lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como em um rito sacro&lt;br /&gt;Seja meu corpo profanado&lt;br /&gt;Entregue aos sete pecados&lt;br /&gt;Ao paraíso consagrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nessa ciranda de facas&lt;br /&gt;Misturados sangue e gozo&lt;br /&gt;Me transmuto em madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Para amanhã morrer de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Segunda foto é cena do filme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.terra.com.br/cinema/drama/fille.htm"&gt;A Mulher e o Atirador de Facas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;. Fica a dica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-5909352302631839397?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/5909352302631839397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/facas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/5909352302631839397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/5909352302631839397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/facas.html' title='Facas ou... A morte cotidiana'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnLnWRualTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VQtBQp2h07M/s72-c/2746409985_dc14cb304f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-1134585880289524907</id><published>2009-07-30T15:18:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:52:07.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O porto e a porta aberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Queria entender do medo e da coragem, e da gã que empurra a gente pra fazer tantos atos, dar corpo ao suceder. O que induz a gente para más ações estranhas. É que a gente está pertinho do que é nosso, por direito, e não sabe, não sabe, não sabe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.Guimarães Rosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnH2s3D6WvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lRuorDH4XCo/s1600-h/mvpicture-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364339881730005746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnH2s3D6WvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lRuorDH4XCo/s320/mvpicture-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aporte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A porta aberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vou seguir aquela linha imaginária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Levo algumas desilusões, estrelas- cadentes, e uma mala cheia dos erros que cometi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As pedras nas mãos eu já soltei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Penso se os dias difíceis se foram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E impura, cogito uma ressurreição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aporto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O porto está próximo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não tenho medo dos ventos quentes de outrora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que do desejo se aproveitam para me distrair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não aporto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O porto é a porta fe&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;chada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vou seguir aquela linha imaginária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Crédito do desenho de &lt;a href="http://www.salonserpent.com/Home.html"&gt;Angelique Houtkamp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-1134585880289524907?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1134585880289524907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-porto-e-o-se-deixar-levar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/1134585880289524907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/1134585880289524907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-porto-e-o-se-deixar-levar.html' title='O porto e a porta aberta'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnH2s3D6WvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lRuorDH4XCo/s72-c/mvpicture-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-1107450773860183079</id><published>2009-07-30T11:13:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:52:29.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Descaminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"E quando acho que estou quase chegando&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que dobrar mais uma esquina" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.Russo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnG-8CbkHRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/55olepIGUdE/s1600-h/videosousinfluencesgberquet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364278569828883730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnG-8CbkHRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/55olepIGUdE/s320/videosousinfluencesgberquet2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhei com um dia fadado a explosões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abri meus olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas fechei aqueles dois da cara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E enxerguei! Enxerguei??!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De enfado já estou cheia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero aquelas nuvens de chuva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vou mais me abster! Estou pronta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soltem os cavalos alados e os esqueletos do calabouço, e aqueles monstros mitológicos dos labirintos imaginários&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou correndo e logo chego aí! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me espera? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensando bem, não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A espera não me foi generosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperei o que não veio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouvi um eco &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O eco de passos de longe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não chegarão nunca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou correndo e logo chego aí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não precisa necessariamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas se quiser me esperar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou correndo e logo chego aí... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Crédito da foto de &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/gilles.berquet/gilles_berquet/GILLES_BERQUET_OFFICIAL_SITE.html"&gt;Gilles Berquet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-1107450773860183079?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1107450773860183079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/descaminho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/1107450773860183079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/1107450773860183079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/descaminho.html' title='Descaminho'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnG-8CbkHRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/55olepIGUdE/s72-c/videosousinfluencesgberquet2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-7316419470937611611</id><published>2009-07-01T22:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:18:19.164-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinal, tudo passa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"O nosso amor a gente inventa pra se distrair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e quando acaba a gente pensa que ele nunca existiu. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cazuza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364709891033712578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnNHOPIWx8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/UKPc2-kxzkU/s320/sprout_by_lauren_rabbit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364709888520737618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnNHOFxN01I/AAAAAAAAAH0/1LUyRilBIHs/s320/Damned_before_noon_by_lauren_rabbit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353686935611393906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/Skwd5yPER3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/SH5L2Y1EJl8/s320/bound_by_chance_by_lauren_rabbit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353680231992212018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SkwXzlTtOjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HLZjKQ0CJhU/s320/convoluted_by_lauren_rabbit.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As fotos desse post são da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://lauren-rabbit.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;Lauren Rabbit&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ela não usa nenhum tipo de manipulação digital depois das fotos tiradas!! Faz tudo com iluminação e algumas vezes com os recursos da câmera, que não é digital inclusive. Foda!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353679995848319250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SkwXl1mnYRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PjTDau-eIgw/s320/at_night_they_still_remember_u_by_lauren_rabbit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-7316419470937611611?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/7316419470937611611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/afinal-tudo-passa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/7316419470937611611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/7316419470937611611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/afinal-tudo-passa.html' title='Afinal, tudo passa...'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SnNHOPIWx8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/UKPc2-kxzkU/s72-c/sprout_by_lauren_rabbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-330814756894237957</id><published>2009-05-21T14:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:15:26.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah... o Amor, esse ilustre desconhecido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"As almas são incomunicáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o teu corpo entender-se com outro corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque os corpos se entendem, mas as almas não."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Manuel Bandeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Para viver um grande amor, primeiro é preciso sagrar-se cavalheiro e ser de sua dama por inteiro — seja lá como for. Há que fazer do corpo uma morada onde clausure-se a mulher amada e postar-se de fora com uma espada — para viver um grande amor.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo isso não adianta nada, se nesta selva oscura e desvairada não se souber achar a bem-amada — para viver um grande amor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Quem inventou o amor? Me explica por favor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Renato Russo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.portacurtas.com.br/embed/embed.swf?xml=1&amp;amp;Cod=68&amp;amp;exib=XXX"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.portacurtas.com.br/embed/embed.swf?xml=1&amp;Cod=68&amp;exib=8042" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-330814756894237957?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/330814756894237957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/05/ah-o-amor_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/330814756894237957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/330814756894237957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/05/ah-o-amor_21.html' title='Ah... o Amor, esse ilustre desconhecido...'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-8240947153892863829</id><published>2009-05-21T14:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:16:31.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/ShWaHSy9avI/AAAAAAAAAGs/F41DJcGpPAc/s1600-h/rebordosa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338342383412931314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/ShWaHSy9avI/AAAAAAAAAGs/F41DJcGpPAc/s320/rebordosa.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-8240947153892863829?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/8240947153892863829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/8240947153892863829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/8240947153892863829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-e.html' title='Não é?!!!'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/ShWaHSy9avI/AAAAAAAAAGs/F41DJcGpPAc/s72-c/rebordosa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-1200092510853373682</id><published>2009-05-20T14:53:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T17:20:12.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida como ela é... ou o Olimpo é aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Tudo no mundo é secreto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;João Ubaldo Ribeiro, &lt;em&gt;A casa dos budas ditosos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 457px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338007182963671618" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/ShRpQD0IgkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Oetgyz99XYw/s320/mitologia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Nascimento de Vênus, &lt;/em&gt;Botticelli&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A professora de Redação pediu que escrevêssemos um texto sobre os Reality Shows, só assim para eu organizar minhas ideias e postar algo por aqui. Não que eu tenha organizado muita coisa, mas vamos lá:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Para compreender o mundo a nossa volta usamos basicamente dois mecanismos: o de identificação e o de projeção. É através da identificação que paradoxalmente construímos nossa individualidade e podemos contrapor nossos valores e crenças. Segundo Freud em &lt;em&gt;Psicologia das Massas e Análise do Eu&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cada indivíduo é uma parte componente de numerosos grupos, acha-se ligado por vínculos de identificação em muitos sentidos e construiu seu ideal do ego segundo os modelos mais variados. Cada indivíduo, portanto, partilha de numerosas mentes grupais - as da sua raça, classe, credo, nacionalidade, etc. - podendo também elevar-se sobre elas, na medida em que possui um fragmento de independência e originalidade” (FREUD,1976, p.163).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A projeção consiste em atribuir a pessoas ou objetos um conteúdo próprio, ou atribuir a alguém, algo que justifique a própria ação. Significa atribuir ao meio, elementos da própria subjetividade do sujeito. Através da projeção o indivíduo se coloca no meio. Através dessa projeção, criamos a perspectiva do próximo, e criamos nossas fantasias. A projeção cria uma espécie de antropomorfismo, que atribui a seres não vivos ou irracionais nossos próprios traços e é o que permite a empatia entre os sujeitos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entro aqui na análise dos mitos, que são narrativas fantásticas onde seres com poderes sobre-humanos, porém com características e, muitas vezes, dilemas humanos, oferecem formas de solução e de entendimento do mundo e da realidade, sendo sua morada o Olimpo. Essas narrativas possibilitam uma oportunidade de identificação projetiva levando a uma reorganização de conceitos tanto sociais e pessoais. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito longe da função e do caráter religioso dos mitos da antiguidade e de povos primitivos, os mitos de hoje em dia também nos levam (ou ao menos deveriam) a um questionamento de sonhos coletivos e padrões de comportamento e pensamento atuais. Os Super-Heróis dos quadrinhos são a forma moderna dos heróis mitológicos, para quem a aura religiosa não faz mais sentido (bendito estado laico da nossa sociedade ocidental judaico-cristã!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os arquétipos presentes nos mitos antigos como o herói, o vilão, a mulher-mãe bondosa, o ideal de beleza e amor, o Bem contra o Mal, ainda estão presentes em várias tramas das telenovelas atuais. A personagem Helena, presente em várias novelas do não-me-lembro-o-nome é um exemplo disso. Ela é o personagem arquetípico mais marcante da teledramaturgia, e inclusive é interpretada por mais de uma atriz, sem perder sua carga simbólica. Mas a convivência com os olimpianos vai mais além: atores, modelos, políticos, ricos que são “artistas” (o que diabos é isso afinal??), campeões esportivos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mas nossos (não meus, que fique claro!!) mitos de hoje em dia vão mais além do que jamais foram Afrodite ou Hércules. Eles fazem coisas em tempo real e podemos vê-los pela tevê, ao vivo!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok... acreditamos que é o “show da realidade”. Mas até que ponto aquilo é a realidade? E a pergunta de um milhão de dólares: até que ponto as pessoas gostariam de ver a realidade de verdade, a realidade do cotidiano, do qual elas se distraem assistindo à tevê?&lt;br /&gt;Passando um domingo inteiro em casa eu vejo o reality show da minha família: meu pai, minha mãe e meu filho... eles acordam, tomam café da manhã, minha mãe lê uma revista, meu pai lê o jornal, vez ou outra rola uma discussão ou um debate acalorado, mas na maior parte do tempo eles fazem as mesmas coisas que eu!!! Todas as pessoas na maior parte do tempo fazem coisas corriqueiras do seu cotidiano, tudo bem que não são as coisas que eu faço, mas não deixam de ser corriqueiras dentro de um padrão... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caso dos Reality Shows que viraram febre nos últimos tempos, acho pertinente fazer certos questionamentos. A começar pelo fato de que o olhar do outro, é sabido há tempos, gera certas mudanças na nossa forma de proceder. Em maior ou menor grau, o que fazemos entre quatro paredes não fazemos quando estamos sobre o crivo do olhar do outro, esse olhar julgador que nos observa e valora nossos comportamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Relações interpessoais são uns dos maiores problemas do homem. Tanto no nível social quanto no individual. Pessoas trancadas em uma casa com outras pessoas que são estranhos totais obviamente terão algum problema de comunicação vez ou outra. E cabe a edição desses programas supervalorizar esses momentos!!! Afinal, é isso que os seres humanos “comuns” esperam. Escapar de seu cotidiano comum e ver as intrigas e problemas da humanidade interpretados por personagens quase humanos. Digo quase porque humanos somos nós, que não aparecemos na tevê. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia desses vi uma coisa engraçada... alguém me falou, ou li em algum lugar, que por esses tempos um site fez propagando do livro 1984, do George Orwell, como sendo a inspiração para o programa Big Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok, eles usam o nome da personagem do livro, o “Grande Irmão”, que por meio de câmeras e microfones pode ver tudo o que todo mundo faz todo o tempo!! Ele é o ditador sem face, que ninguém nunca viu, e que por meio de manipulação dos fatos históricos constrói as verdades de forma a tirar proveito da informação veiculada, visando enganar seus governados para que acreditem que tudo vai bem em seu governo!!! E ai de quem questione!!! E todos fingem que acreditam, e até certo ponto as pessoas preferem acreditar mesmo para viverem em paz. Para viverem, na realidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Existem outros tipos de Reality Shows hoje em dia: gordinhos que querem emagrecer, pessoas que querem ficar “bonitas”, maridos que trocam de mulher, e por aí vai, tem para todos os gostos... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a ideia é sempre a mesma: pessoas como nós em situações muitas vezes similares a nossa, que resolvem (ou não) dilemas atuais e de certa forma, comum vez ou outra aos nossos próprios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;E como não acreditamos mais em &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/V%C3%AAnus_%28mitologia%29"&gt;mulheres que nascem da espuma do mar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;, nem em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Os_doze_trabalhos_de_H%C3%A9rcules"&gt;homens musculosos que matam serpentes com nove cabeças de cão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; ( o que é uma pena, pois eles são infinitamente mais interessantes ), criamos nossa própria mitologia do ordinário. Só falta agora inventarmos algo para colocar de uma vez por todas no lugar de Deus, o maior mito de todos. Esse é mais difícil, mas é outro assunto...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-1200092510853373682?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1200092510853373682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-como-ela-e-ou-o-olimpo-e-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/1200092510853373682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/1200092510853373682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-como-ela-e-ou-o-olimpo-e-aqui.html' title='A vida como ela é... ou o Olimpo é aqui'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/ShRpQD0IgkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Oetgyz99XYw/s72-c/mitologia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-217102037790952276</id><published>2009-05-08T17:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:50:59.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SgSpNmXK6qI/AAAAAAAAAGU/odYAv-XXmNw/s1600-h/lichenstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333573909814635170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SgSpNmXK6qI/AAAAAAAAAGU/odYAv-XXmNw/s320/lichenstein.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sabia da ordem das coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Das perdas inevitáveis, partidas, da solidão às 3 horas da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sabia do desejo da carne, da lascívia que queima o corpo de dentro para fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Das dores de amar, desamar, de não amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sabia do ciclo do mundo, do começo e do fim de tudo a todo tempo, do eterno reinício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Da mentira, da maldade, da inveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E de repente nada disso mais fez sentido e tudo se tornou estranho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O mundo não era mais o mesmo, os olhos piscaram no escuro de um tempo em que ela se percebeu em algum lugar diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Apenas Aquele outro permaneceu ali... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-217102037790952276?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/217102037790952276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabia-da-ordem-das-coisas-das-perdas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/217102037790952276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/217102037790952276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabia-da-ordem-das-coisas-das-perdas.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SgSpNmXK6qI/AAAAAAAAAGU/odYAv-XXmNw/s72-c/lichenstein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-6126629499066955823</id><published>2009-04-27T15:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:54:52.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A essência de Gustav Klimt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SfYNeWIRySI/AAAAAAAAAFs/57-WvZFnIfo/s1600-h/klimt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329462024027097378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SfYNeWIRySI/AAAAAAAAAFs/57-WvZFnIfo/s320/klimt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behance.net/gallery/La-Esencia-de-Klimt/50709"&gt;A Essência de Gustav Klimt&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;é o título desse ensaio fotográfico de Moises Gonzales que reproduz as obras do pintor Gustav Klimt (1862 - 1918).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pintor simbolista e representante do movimento de Art Noveau na pintura, Klimt teve muitas de suas obras queimadas pelos nazistas que as consideravam uma arte "degenerada".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329472219497361362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SfYWvzNz79I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-_dFpF5ap9E/s320/klimt-water-serpents.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Water Serpents II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A temática de Klimt em sua fase mais conhecida é em sua maioria de nus femininos em posições exuberantes e sexuais envoltas em ricas e infinitas ornamentações. Suas figuras femininas possuem expressão de luxúria, com bocas entreabertas e olhos fechados. Inspirado na estética da arte bizantina seus cenários possuem muitos detalhes, ricos ornamentos, arabescos e espirais, com predominância dos tons dourados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-6126629499066955823?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6126629499066955823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/04/essencia-de-gustav-klimt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/6126629499066955823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/6126629499066955823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/04/essencia-de-gustav-klimt.html' title='A essência de Gustav Klimt'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SfYNeWIRySI/AAAAAAAAAFs/57-WvZFnIfo/s72-c/klimt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-87616750723527011</id><published>2009-04-14T23:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:30:26.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do inconsciente e suas maravilhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"A beleza será convulsiva ou não será"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andre Breton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328348105495810946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SfIYXwO0E4I/AAAAAAAAADE/tEeqSiy6pJ0/s320/manray4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SURREALISMO, sm. Automatismo psíquico puro pelo qual se propõe exprimir, seja verbalmente, seja por escrito, seja de qualquer outra maneira, o funcionamento real do pensamento. Ditado do pensamento, na ausência de todo controle exercido pela razão, fora de toda preocupação estética ou moral.(BRETON, André, Manifesto do Surrealismo, pg. 10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O Surrealismo foi um movimento revolucionário, artístico, cultural e literário que surgiu logo após a Primeira Guerra Mundial.&lt;br /&gt;No início do século XX a Europa estava no auge cultural e científico, mas com o deflagar da Guerra, sua cultura entra em colapso devido à instabilidade econômica e social. Como conseqüência começam a surgir em certos países certos regimes políticos de caráter nacionalista, o que mais tarde dará origem a outro conflito mundial.&lt;br /&gt;A produção artística do século XX reflete a descrença e o pessimismo que vigoraram na sociedade no período entre- guerras.&lt;br /&gt;O Surrealismo se desenvolveu primariamente do Dadaísmo. O movimento Dada começou em Zurique, na Suíça em 1916, como uma reação contra a guerra e o tradicionalismo por artistas suíços e alemães exilados na Suíça e que eram contrários ao envolvimento de seus respectivos países na guerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O marco inicial do Surrealismo é considerado a publicação, em 1924, do &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.culturabrasil.pro.br/zip/breton.pdf"&gt;Manifesto do Surrealismo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, de André Breton. O movimento procurou ultrapassar a percepção convencional e tradicional da realidade, desenvolvendo pesquisas estéticas fundamentadas nas descobertas freudianas do valor do inconsciente enquanto complemento da vida consciente e da capacidade comunicativa do sonho. Desta forma conseguem ultrapassar o niilismo redutor do Dadaísmo, procurando então associar elementos díspares, através da dissociação dos objetos dos seus contextos convencionais de forma a obter significações inesperadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328359508069798114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SfIiveITUOI/AAAAAAAAADU/_CftLzKdo68/s320/La+Reve+(The+Dream),+1931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Sonho, &lt;/em&gt;Salvador Dali, 1931 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O automatismo presente na produção surrealista leva à criação de imagens oníricas, aparentemente sem nexo e ligação, mas dotadas de uma simbologia e mitologia próprias,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;valorizando e atraindo a atenção para tudo o que antes era reprimido – o subterrâneo da modernidade, o erótico, o bizarro, a substância inconsciente da atividade mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328361961006905938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SfIk-QCFOlI/AAAAAAAAADc/VjoaJXuvj1Q/s320/man+ray-Hier,+Aujourd%27hui,+Demain-1924.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Iniciado como um projeto coletivo, que uniu experimentação imaginativa à um objetivo corrente teórico e literário, o surrealismo floresceu em uma representação diversa do inconsciente psíquico, sendo assim muito calcado nas idéias de Freud e da psicanálise, recém divulgadas na Europa.&lt;br /&gt;O movimento em si foi uma intervenção nas estruturas sociais, cultural e política da época, redefinindo perspectivas da sexualidade, masculinidade, imaginação e da mulher. Sua mais radical e controversa vertente artística foi visionar o corpo maternal da mulher e retratar o erótico feminino.&lt;br /&gt;Em vez de reformar a persistente diferença de gênero da sociedade da época, o surrealismo admitiu a dominância masculina como uma construção social através da subjugação e exclusão. Os surrealistas aceitavam que a diferença era natural, pois ocorria como um processo inconsciente, que era percebido como primitivo e inato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Créditos das fotos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.manraytrust.com/"&gt;Man Ray&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-87616750723527011?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/87616750723527011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/04/beleza-sera-convulsiva-ou-nao-sera.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/87616750723527011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/87616750723527011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/04/beleza-sera-convulsiva-ou-nao-sera.html' title='Do inconsciente e suas maravilhas'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SfIYXwO0E4I/AAAAAAAAADE/tEeqSiy6pJ0/s72-c/manray4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-9004205538380218691</id><published>2009-04-14T02:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:51:29.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quanto mais ando, querendo pessoas, parece que entro mais no sozinho do vago..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guimarães Rosa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SeQuvCXIudI/AAAAAAAAACQ/w1ufxoZEe0g/s1600-h/banksy-hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324432045081410002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SeQuvCXIudI/AAAAAAAAACQ/w1ufxoZEe0g/s320/banksy-hope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;... não, nunca pensei que você faria isso, não me peça para explicar o por quê do motivo pelo qual você não deveria ter feito isso, nem tudo precisa ser sempre tão explicado, é importante o que estou sentindo e você não vai me convencer a sentir o contrário, como você sempre faz, e se eu for tentar te falar disso vou acabar não falando o que eu preciso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E já faz um tempo que eu gostaria de te falar que eu te odeio, não, eu sei que te falei que te amo, na verdade eu te amo sim, mas não posso deixar de te odiar. Eu preciso te odiar um pouco também, pois assim eu consigo seguir em frente, acordar, trabalhar, estudar, se eu não te odiar pelo menos um pouquinho de vez em quando eu vou continuar a precisar disso tudo, a achar que as coisas podem ser diferentes, que um dia tudo fica bem, que o amor sempre vence no final, e essas outras pieguices que geralmente eu não suporto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sonhei com sua morte, planejei um assassinato, pensei em um crime perfeito, claro que quando isso acontece eu acordo com medo de ter acontecido, não, não é que eu acho que seria culpada, mas é que aí eu não poderia mais te odiar ou te amar, sei que essas coisas não dependem de um corpo material, mas para mim não faria mais sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não precisa se explicar, já disse que nem tudo precisar ser sempre explicado, e de qualquer forma, as coisas não mudariam por eu saber a causa delas, as coisas são ou não são... E essas coisas já foram e não podem ser mudadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Foto de stencil do &lt;a href="http://www.banksy.co.uk/"&gt;Banksy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-9004205538380218691?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/9004205538380218691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/04/devaneios.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/9004205538380218691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/9004205538380218691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/04/devaneios.html' title='Devaneios'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/SeQuvCXIudI/AAAAAAAAACQ/w1ufxoZEe0g/s72-c/banksy-hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314024312999107742.post-5266604397342726591</id><published>2009-04-09T01:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:36:28.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Fetiche e suas naturezas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Quem sonda o símbolo assume todos os riscos "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322561705809169298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/Sd2Jq9naS5I/AAAAAAAAABI/uKGKEmrRcz8/s400/gillesberquet.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A palavra &lt;em&gt;fetiche&lt;/em&gt; vem do francês, que se originou do português &lt;em&gt;feitiço&lt;/em&gt;. Foi primeiramente usada pelos portugueses para designar os artefatos religiosos usados pelos africanos, que lhes atribuíam valor espiritual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O termo "fetiche" se tornou conhecido na Europa quando o estudioso frances Charles de Brosses (1709-1777) tentou explicar o politeísmo Grego através do fetichismo (atribuição de poderes mágicos a certos objetos) encontrado na África Ocidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo Freud, fetiche é o ato de atribuir a um objeto um significado que por si só ele não possui. O objeto de fetiche seria a substituição de um afeto por um objeto inanimado, gerando assim um ilusório "controle" ao fetichista. Para Freud o fetiche era uma perversão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/Sd2KFTmIBSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UVytlAuYors/s1600-h/gillesberquetlegs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322562158385956130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/Sd2KFTmIBSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UVytlAuYors/s320/gillesberquetlegs.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marx desenvolveu uma teoria política, social e econômica para o fetichismo, inclusive muito importante em sua obra, onde faz uma crítica ao capitalismo, que cria um fetichismo de mercadoria, onde produtos e mercadorias não possuem valor em si, mas sim como símbolos de status e poder, fomentados pela comunicação de massa, fezendo com que o desejo se torne uma necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse balaio, até os pés de coelho, trevos de 4 folhas, ferraduas e as imagens de santos da religião católica podem ser enquadrados como fetiches (será que o papa vai me excomungar??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é claro, por último, o mais conhecido deles, o fetiche sexual, onde botas, chicotes, algemas, lingeries e derivados fazem parte de um cenário onde o ato sexual é menos importante do que o ritual estético e os papéis de cada participante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fetiche a muito deixou de ser coisa de pervertidos, afinal, estamos cercados de "produtos" dos quais a mera necessidade a tempos deixou de ser critério para o desejo de posse... As propagandas evidenciam que o status e o valor simbólico dos bens de consumo são na maioria das vezes o critério para sua aquisição... O carro deixou de ser apenas um meio de locomoção e vem acrescido de sentimentos como liberdade, conforto, valores familiares e poder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/Sd2KamLZuJI/AAAAAAAAABY/sXkR7bpk2Z0/s1600-h/gilles.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322562524151396498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/Sd2KamLZuJI/AAAAAAAAABY/sXkR7bpk2Z0/s320/gilles.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nada contra!! Afinal somos seres humanos e possuimos um maravilho universo interno, constituído não só pela cultura em que estamos inseridos, mas também por nossas experiências pessoais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evoluímos ao ponto de construir um sistema simbólico tanto pessoal quanto social e agora " a gente não quer só comida, a gente quer bebida, diversão e arte".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fetichismo relaciona-se então com a fantasia, com o simbólico, que está ligado ao objeto, não dependendo necessariamente da natureza real deste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No final das contas o fetiche ocupa grande espaço na vida de todos nós... seja ele o carro potente, a calça da moda, o novo modelo de celular ou a boa e velha cinta-liga com espartilho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Créditos das fotos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/gilles.berquet/gilles_berquet/"&gt;Gilles Berquet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314024312999107742-5266604397342726591?l=veludoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/5266604397342726591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-fetiche-e-suas-naturezas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/5266604397342726591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314024312999107742/posts/default/5266604397342726591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veludoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-fetiche-e-suas-naturezas.html' title='Do Fetiche e suas naturezas'/><author><name>Carlota P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138555524859005301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSvmdZXZtg/TznnRmzoE3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZuio86Sdeg/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aeh9Obf3Zfg/Sd2Jq9naS5I/AAAAAAAAABI/uKGKEmrRcz8/s72-c/gillesberquet.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
