tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87118925856894125002024-03-14T04:04:58.760+00:00O rasto dos cometasCometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.comBlogger473125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-40139703919259667742009-10-29T13:03:00.003+00:002009-10-29T13:07:47.327+00:00Espaço : se alguém disser que morri...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouaPAaFDmrPZpzYtN_f-8NNQ-JQgG1J0aSuZpALEnUnCztge_8RxyeX5dS873sGClfXE4LXWP_EJBmaPTKpI0WdN5heaTK9bWuGp6zLNcSp7gNhVPaNymdiTPZu4IKujegEhgDRMGQI8/s1600-h/Robert+%26+Shana+Parkeharrison2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398007072560789394" style="WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouaPAaFDmrPZpzYtN_f-8NNQ-JQgG1J0aSuZpALEnUnCztge_8RxyeX5dS873sGClfXE4LXWP_EJBmaPTKpI0WdN5heaTK9bWuGp6zLNcSp7gNhVPaNymdiTPZu4IKujegEhgDRMGQI8/s400/Robert+%26+Shana+Parkeharrison2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Robert & Shana Parkeharrison</span><br /><br /><br /><em>se alguém disser que morri, avança até à varanda do céu,</em><br /><em>escuta a noite e recolhe o meu corpo da espuma dos planetas.</em><br /><em>não deixes que o meu rosto se dissolva nas tuas mãos, </em><br /><em>insiste no meu nome até que o mar ascenda à tua boca. </em><br /><em>e de luar em luar celebra o coração que fiz teu, mudamente, </em><br /><em>como se o amor fosse sobreviver às veias paradas do sangue.<br /></em><br />Vasco Gato<br /><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-42672343917895796332009-10-26T16:12:00.000+00:002009-10-26T18:25:42.515+00:00A extrema sabedoria num espaço só...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHsU8-mMYyeC4brjCVKMLyquFnvSYBcnXcAnPccsECvDFD_8SVoLyUqjFITq35U5tLhebLHUIjhCOLZzUS3SmRugbCV9uM-bahNWfB5_FjorPenVo4S08CAUksmiT-i5kb276fhAM_-4/s1600-h/elena+k1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395071604261828082" style="WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHsU8-mMYyeC4brjCVKMLyquFnvSYBcnXcAnPccsECvDFD_8SVoLyUqjFITq35U5tLhebLHUIjhCOLZzUS3SmRugbCV9uM-bahNWfB5_FjorPenVo4S08CAUksmiT-i5kb276fhAM_-4/s400/elena+k1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Elena K.</span><br /><br /><br /><em>Experiência não é o que acontece a um homem, </em><br /><em>é aquilo que um homem faz com o que lhe acontece.</em><br /><br />Aldous HuxleyCometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-86516498384788297212009-10-23T16:02:00.000+01:002009-10-23T16:02:00.747+01:00O espaço incerto<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YOw0M87LFCk5gDScDSk6vWf7qZDNS5sft1g7ZL99pQr5pDiNF___uG4-CxqSgYsdZAr0deUxXEweAEUFxGNiuYJJPeN4DNTUO3sHNCjoAVWitRrUWcwj0fCyGdtpT9efgxcNlzo3Xxs/s1600-h/brett+seacon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395069783616530818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YOw0M87LFCk5gDScDSk6vWf7qZDNS5sft1g7ZL99pQr5pDiNF___uG4-CxqSgYsdZAr0deUxXEweAEUFxGNiuYJJPeN4DNTUO3sHNCjoAVWitRrUWcwj0fCyGdtpT9efgxcNlzo3Xxs/s400/brett+seacon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0fzYSRCXOGnABNN93gRM79XENVPRf9PRO97S8x1EW6L9XhSkkRVRHwLMHMvTLY_5bZQhtdWuE3nGnpLLFrCXw61dgzzox2UQGOj9r25PfzAXYzp_xHCeH2u2U-Ws7fH0or6W3tKDWbfA/s1600-h/edges_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395069710259289490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0fzYSRCXOGnABNN93gRM79XENVPRf9PRO97S8x1EW6L9XhSkkRVRHwLMHMvTLY_5bZQhtdWuE3nGnpLLFrCXw61dgzzox2UQGOj9r25PfzAXYzp_xHCeH2u2U-Ws7fH0or6W3tKDWbfA/s400/edges_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Brett Deacon</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">?</span></div><div> </div><div> <br /><br /></div><div><em>queria que me acompanhasses </em></div><div><em>vida fora </em></div><div><em>como uma vela </em></div><div><em>que me descobrisse o mundo </em></div><div><em>mas situo-me no lado incerto </em></div><div><em>onde bate o vento </em></div><div><em>e só te posso ensinar </em></div><div><em>nomes de árvores </em></div><div><em>cujo fruto se colhe numa próxima estação </em></div><div><em>por onde os comboios estendem </em></div><div><em>silvos aflitos</em></div><div><br />Ana Paula Inácio</div><div><br /> </div><div></div>Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-8535520371052606052009-10-21T15:59:00.002+01:002009-10-21T16:01:30.951+01:00Espaço da terra nua<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsX7zH56xXBivcvMh32Sax_vuJgK7dm3CjeNMk6WRqOmTqqbOFcY5BvmEOlnnKat_-TfPk9XdWqIfzrMAK_X2yXOudSLxvyvzkihgHuEZWLHIcfX4b2B165aCuiFb6DI64BJENPdxPFnc/s1600-h/noah_kalina2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395068211160238466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsX7zH56xXBivcvMh32Sax_vuJgK7dm3CjeNMk6WRqOmTqqbOFcY5BvmEOlnnKat_-TfPk9XdWqIfzrMAK_X2yXOudSLxvyvzkihgHuEZWLHIcfX4b2B165aCuiFb6DI64BJENPdxPFnc/s400/noah_kalina2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Noah Kalina</span><br /><br /><br />(...)<br /><br /><em>o amor não se faz de coração crispado:<br />o leito do amor é a simples terra nua.</em><br /><br />Egito GonçalvesCometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-11151591627894047762009-09-25T19:34:00.001+01:002009-09-25T19:34:00.144+01:00Meter as mãos no espaço e semear<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVB1BNEEQPYi5tz6o0VzHa5Lwy6iGv4a00n8VepNWfDBuc1n4Ur38BPaQIhiI7OeArdlnjZtYL82UStpv1W7o7JEztKGIRA41VwSsIbrvQymJBNs7JRzpwm5RmWAgk8bHS1K7gDPYPoGQ/s1600-h/jo+tyler1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366056740634757218" style="WIDTH: 318px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8IHTSkKoyG_8tHjoSUcW19eW_EsX0fDTScPGOvt8ZkeVVItyZFirbpVyJimRmI4lzIgx-1J1OhuM7qk-JIMK2fxFzCs8LN2c-6EHTnd-BOeQR78oDepJDm9m2fBXWIKSTqImjZ2uFZc/s320/jo+tyler4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcILpU8-D7r4_5HV6OlR9R7YFHnMcy29WJsY4bXHnfTgg4GQXAdFzjkqqqqmmp9GCdtpw5_HDR449D5UXuEtFlcVFA76Xtlp6kBUa5gM67yXdLzJP0eZqrpyegBjX27Bh8LSml9r6eleo/s1600-h/jo+tyler2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366056085141050434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcILpU8-D7r4_5HV6OlR9R7YFHnMcy29WJsY4bXHnfTgg4GQXAdFzjkqqqqmmp9GCdtpw5_HDR449D5UXuEtFlcVFA76Xtlp6kBUa5gM67yXdLzJP0eZqrpyegBjX27Bh8LSml9r6eleo/s200/jo+tyler2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu-UOTNqgNonbrItFUOwihkjV_C4ppsXcN-RHct2qdzXBeSJsxgExVl8qt1CjFHpQByHyAYxaGvQpY0-g9Zi_2D3FoXUg0gvre7nnYhuyBo0YfMr-Qf6NNfn9oH15pqZmKQHMWax8_fV0/s1600-h/jo+tyler5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366055772782253794" style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu-UOTNqgNonbrItFUOwihkjV_C4ppsXcN-RHct2qdzXBeSJsxgExVl8qt1CjFHpQByHyAYxaGvQpY0-g9Zi_2D3FoXUg0gvre7nnYhuyBo0YfMr-Qf6NNfn9oH15pqZmKQHMWax8_fV0/s400/jo+tyler5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Jo Tyler</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Bom fim de semana!</div></div></div>Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-10246215438221525122009-09-23T15:37:00.001+01:002009-09-23T22:46:24.404+01:00Espaço : até a água arde<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi18z7yEVTgBnxl9K-VN3L417uY143kxtMAyObjWE1aO-FdAhjq1wImVOMu-rGkiR5zhVnbGukdquQI0H0h0VPFHhlzwS6Wks85HJleNh6LInOwGIxyCWRoctC5ZXq68xXeXjDjUg4iXc4/s1600-h/Marta+Ferreira.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369086442216325698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi18z7yEVTgBnxl9K-VN3L417uY143kxtMAyObjWE1aO-FdAhjq1wImVOMu-rGkiR5zhVnbGukdquQI0H0h0VPFHhlzwS6Wks85HJleNh6LInOwGIxyCWRoctC5ZXq68xXeXjDjUg4iXc4/s400/Marta+Ferreira.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Marta Ferreira</span><br /><br /><br />Arder é possivelmente das palavras mais bonitas que conheço. Gosto de a ouvir mas, principalmente, de a dizer. Sentir que a língua se dobra e se solta para ocupar os líquidos da paixão.Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-72212975171269558492009-09-22T13:22:00.000+01:002009-09-23T22:43:32.949+01:00Espaço : a espiga<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsxEOk76L_CxQ5UzkppjogvEq7G4J5BaExqBq4F-uDv4i-9XAf0SFKN76rN0ypTmu7Foae2XTMHLdBOCx4gta2t4vLbLIl_spgAceGyVzmxgmQm8sL3TEI5KGGf7TOiksiYIG6XXvrl0/s1600-h/red+williamson.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359032693730206370" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsxEOk76L_CxQ5UzkppjogvEq7G4J5BaExqBq4F-uDv4i-9XAf0SFKN76rN0ypTmu7Foae2XTMHLdBOCx4gta2t4vLbLIl_spgAceGyVzmxgmQm8sL3TEI5KGGf7TOiksiYIG6XXvrl0/s400/red+williamson.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Red Williamson<br />Nate Larson<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCt8QhqJ6s-Y3piZEjwlMgXeHZlZNHhMp0g-lyYpoxpeENUs8tcH7eUnwz7oyt0XzsUs1nPxdslfdd9uESf_Os53WFmVpll9A04Xaflmrq-YJocQgIyucDgit00oO5xNTmXD-HGwgD0I0/s1600-h/nate+larson3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359037132318420946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 75px; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCt8QhqJ6s-Y3piZEjwlMgXeHZlZNHhMp0g-lyYpoxpeENUs8tcH7eUnwz7oyt0XzsUs1nPxdslfdd9uESf_Os53WFmVpll9A04Xaflmrq-YJocQgIyucDgit00oO5xNTmXD-HGwgD0I0/s200/nate+larson3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em>Dir-te-ia: o verão ainda<br />não findou: Vem<br />e colhe<br />a última<br />espiga. Porque<br />nela colhes<br />todo o verão. </em><br /><em><br /></em>Albano MartinsCometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-43941836952693458242009-09-19T05:23:00.000+01:002009-09-19T09:40:51.306+01:00O teu espaço incendiário<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLnN0_QZCXzhuLaF6eLuf3Az_Is81e4zPfK6ygYs-rApjwn_Kc0b9gK1udATzEi6fBdCCM44zvETE6cup1-O9I_w0_PhYKxTZ9gLpO8WIRSb2MZkPrCWZM2_a-6EAfVz2CILSKxkoahU/s1600-h/ryan+mcginley7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369082812930498994" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLnN0_QZCXzhuLaF6eLuf3Az_Is81e4zPfK6ygYs-rApjwn_Kc0b9gK1udATzEi6fBdCCM44zvETE6cup1-O9I_w0_PhYKxTZ9gLpO8WIRSb2MZkPrCWZM2_a-6EAfVz2CILSKxkoahU/s400/ryan+mcginley7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Ryan Mcginley</span><br /><br /><br />Não me sai da cabeça a lua daquela sexta-feira. Em movimento, via-a interrompida por casas, arbustos ou, simplesmente, pelo piscar dos olhos já sonolentos. Num momento mais lento, ali ficou, quase encostada, a cinco cm de um monte elevado. Ardia.<br /><br />Acontece-me assim, às vezes, ser ocupado por imagens, nomes, cheiros, risos e gestos incendiários como os teus.Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-84994386198871913872009-09-16T23:33:00.000+01:002009-09-17T17:38:11.909+01:00Espaço : a missão da oliveira<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN88NbsVikdkD0QGTZSiio04_99PEIFnUbXH294ZXvjMuI3BaTQpL0pyrAlDaOZXSwiMaenS3_5UeDKGi7J6vJX9U3ZQB1qCkt0DUVQIadZDKb9cU8IgtUXKKmgHD5yctL5uZW6YmYUeY/s1600-h/fisher_6mspertoli2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356592322383495042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN88NbsVikdkD0QGTZSiio04_99PEIFnUbXH294ZXvjMuI3BaTQpL0pyrAlDaOZXSwiMaenS3_5UeDKGi7J6vJX9U3ZQB1qCkt0DUVQIadZDKb9cU8IgtUXKKmgHD5yctL5uZW6YmYUeY/s400/fisher_6mspertoli2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Rose-Lynn Fisher<br /></span><br /><br /><em>Que calor está aqui, tanto calor,</em><br /><em>e parados os rios cinzentos</em><br /><em>debaixo das pontes.</em><br /><br /><em>Se não houvesse oliveira,</em><br /><em>esta exígua faixa escura,</em><br /><em>não poderíamos ficar</em><br /><br /><em>Teríamos de correr atrás dos ventos, seguir</em><br /><em>a sombra das nuvens como os pássaros</em><br /><em>em tempos de caça.</em><br /><br />Hans-Ulrich TreichelCometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-44542503149952859842009-08-22T12:25:00.000+01:002009-08-22T12:25:00.643+01:00Espaço : as praias de Agnès<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSS-ZTg6m3RlDlJoS57cOpfsYsTr2vqGDtxkRc6QA4V7i7W6CFhBLhbFBDAtC6ClBNNAmUk5cTiK8ag_4uRbELG46Vcf6Rcz1s_VMmFFiN6fdPVCRbMkkH1lz7hpJGV0G4_0KryQt60ZI/s1600-h/Agnes+Varda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366068453113717858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSS-ZTg6m3RlDlJoS57cOpfsYsTr2vqGDtxkRc6QA4V7i7W6CFhBLhbFBDAtC6ClBNNAmUk5cTiK8ag_4uRbELG46Vcf6Rcz1s_VMmFFiN6fdPVCRbMkkH1lz7hpJGV0G4_0KryQt60ZI/s400/Agnes+Varda.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Ainda há muito pouco tempo publiquei um pequeno <a href="http://orastodoscometas.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_7618.html">excerto</a> do brilhante filme "Os Respigadores e a Respigadora", da não menos brilhante Agnès Varda.<br />Agora aparece-nos com as suas praias.<br /><br />Oportuno para quem parte de férias.<br />Até breve.Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-47560137518882684402009-08-20T12:31:00.000+01:002009-08-20T16:13:28.490+01:00A palavra no espaço<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3uKFwk7dCTOkSesAHUce34OMOwR2h7TH-GrjGKD1p6UXoBqzje4_qeGvWvjn2CYBXwzCCR_lC5U1WjrssOAUwJA2id1EtbPyKtOP6xDZyBCTqVvWoQShCjw43W-N5G9UjQ9u0x2DdeE0/s1600-h/laura+kicey1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359397060862025650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3uKFwk7dCTOkSesAHUce34OMOwR2h7TH-GrjGKD1p6UXoBqzje4_qeGvWvjn2CYBXwzCCR_lC5U1WjrssOAUwJA2id1EtbPyKtOP6xDZyBCTqVvWoQShCjw43W-N5G9UjQ9u0x2DdeE0/s400/laura+kicey1.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_OVck4I8DHn39mX_xDUv4QfsVqs7BBj-sBd3MFPKbUeoD5FozQTUOa3r61beVly89zN5t7rd7FHcVbs9JRID1yij68Pj6L7VeHMFlk4rOVfOrEt6NkZY9VblXqqoko2MuU_dFQwMXcw/s1600-h/martin+stranka1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359395982794303570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_OVck4I8DHn39mX_xDUv4QfsVqs7BBj-sBd3MFPKbUeoD5FozQTUOa3r61beVly89zN5t7rd7FHcVbs9JRID1yij68Pj6L7VeHMFlk4rOVfOrEt6NkZY9VblXqqoko2MuU_dFQwMXcw/s400/martin+stranka1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCysaN6Js_oKY3SdBcNv6JnK2tTRqAjX-MtWhJQA8jAxIfhBii7rHdX82OF7D4CP7S75iNWYRIGaPN2Z45BOIxlnCJKuQ16G-XE9IAVl9Xx5EYP0hyphenhyphen10UsskTv-WFrpnw463neZiilZ98/s1600-h/Max+Ranger.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359398444088966834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCysaN6Js_oKY3SdBcNv6JnK2tTRqAjX-MtWhJQA8jAxIfhBii7rHdX82OF7D4CP7S75iNWYRIGaPN2Z45BOIxlnCJKuQ16G-XE9IAVl9Xx5EYP0hyphenhyphen10UsskTv-WFrpnw463neZiilZ98/s400/Max+Ranger.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Laura Kicey</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Martin Stranka</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Max Ranger</span><br /><br /><br /><em>Não sei se respondo ou se pergunto.</em><br /><em>Sou uma voz que nasceu na penumbra do vazio.</em><br /><em>Estou um pouco ébria e estou crescendo numa pedra.</em><br /><em>Não tenho a sabedoria do mel ou a do vinho.</em><br /><em>De súbito, ergo-me como uma torre de sombra fulgurante.</em><br /><em>A minha tristeza é a da sede e a da chama.</em><br /><em>Com esta pequena centelha quero incendiar o silêncio.</em><br /><em>O que eu amo não sei. Amo. Amo em total abandono.</em><br /><em>Sinto a minha boca dentro das árvores e de uma oculta nascente.</em><br /><em>Indecisa e ardente, algo ainda não é flor em mim.</em><br /><em>Não estou perdida, estou entre o vento e o olvido.</em><br /><em>Quero conhecer a minha nudez e ser o azul da presença.</em><br /><em>Não sou a destruição cega nem a esperança impossível.</em><br /><em>Sou alguém que espera ser aberto por uma palavra.<br /></em><br />António Ramos RosaCometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-20282731793027917972009-08-18T12:28:00.002+01:002009-08-19T10:41:19.185+01:00O espaço da fonte de cada um de nós<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxIMCuOZ1OanGImr0jd5UUSzfM_LaItPIUT3Z5ZakviI-Er8MI8p3qLDmB7AQeU8Xzwhh3bn6UTyzyicw98Mxu-3WxkZA8PE9E_mvpQd5PzPk9GbLkkvEBt2WlGb4-0VlF-BZsOqlH3c/s1600-h/pat+brassington.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359389462820172018" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxIMCuOZ1OanGImr0jd5UUSzfM_LaItPIUT3Z5ZakviI-Er8MI8p3qLDmB7AQeU8Xzwhh3bn6UTyzyicw98Mxu-3WxkZA8PE9E_mvpQd5PzPk9GbLkkvEBt2WlGb4-0VlF-BZsOqlH3c/s400/pat+brassington.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Pat Brassington</span><br /><br /><br /><em>Eu não entendo bem, mas é comigo </em><br /><em>que fala aquela fonte;</em><br /><br /><br />Gastão CruzCometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-52084793284650800362009-08-17T11:50:00.003+01:002009-08-18T11:26:21.296+01:00Espaço : miosótis?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrDLhfvbcy2x-UsywCQLezNT7KeItOvclhml4fHiDqFpT0n05iQwOqB_rAkV_UaZ231ST8SJtzOGnrlqHgku6Bp5TvimtTKXSCz9Tu0HmBAJVoWEIbsmxVDe6D4YUp3S4CjNOhWcnWafE/s1600-h/elena+k3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369460839854017186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrDLhfvbcy2x-UsywCQLezNT7KeItOvclhml4fHiDqFpT0n05iQwOqB_rAkV_UaZ231ST8SJtzOGnrlqHgku6Bp5TvimtTKXSCz9Tu0HmBAJVoWEIbsmxVDe6D4YUp3S4CjNOhWcnWafE/s400/elena+k3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Elena K.</span><br /><br /><br /><em>Visto que Você não quer que as coisas continuem</em><br /><em>Assim</em><br /><em>Nesse caso</em><br /><em>Falemos de miosótis</em><br /><em>Flor sobre a qual não sabemos</em><br /><em>Nada</em><br /><br />Alberto Lacerda<br /><p></p><p></p>Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-40527585593190340172009-08-14T15:02:00.002+01:002009-08-14T15:08:00.930+01:00Dos espaços ausentes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLiyIsTXmaarq4rsBisCksT2xxxIlaIRvlnUCiXMipWsqEzFnKpah9yL4sNKK1AWoyybDIzepIBarvybQoQqcilmdDzToWAcapYxgUD5e77fqZ4pBNnVC_wBuDls7N4ECMQbduQwgs7DA/s1600-h/penelope+dullaghan.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369448758158840898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLiyIsTXmaarq4rsBisCksT2xxxIlaIRvlnUCiXMipWsqEzFnKpah9yL4sNKK1AWoyybDIzepIBarvybQoQqcilmdDzToWAcapYxgUD5e77fqZ4pBNnVC_wBuDls7N4ECMQbduQwgs7DA/s400/penelope+dullaghan.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Penelope Dullaghan</span><br /><br /><br />Durante anos, tive um nos meus ombros... até que fugiu.Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-74875100915456468412009-08-07T11:31:00.007+01:002009-08-07T11:39:57.558+01:00Espaço em resposta ao apelo da terra<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhV1ZffVmoRDNZ5s68r8PFQPZKHGGt6ui-6Egr4ObJcdZP1K75_711RiJtCeY2c1H4ZX-HfhGhTMOG5woRUW3t2YLcCKYwtLYJg9g1o4MboNH_n_r2vdJSOjrhjq-LHnPaBRq9eLjXcY/s1600-h/nicholas+haggard1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367168346904799906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhV1ZffVmoRDNZ5s68r8PFQPZKHGGt6ui-6Egr4ObJcdZP1K75_711RiJtCeY2c1H4ZX-HfhGhTMOG5woRUW3t2YLcCKYwtLYJg9g1o4MboNH_n_r2vdJSOjrhjq-LHnPaBRq9eLjXcY/s400/nicholas+haggard1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLBDQG33mdpdx6o-WjwaiqRC95Je2W140EBTxWa4W42aawIw3ddrDAYVtyFfjzBQrZ91Jk21RXjRigZxR4WRbGRWutx_yPADBHMKwJ1iOlth4rceOYXI9DTGcvpgxqWTuY6SY5y9xrioQ/s1600-h/nicholas+haggard2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367168270646212642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLBDQG33mdpdx6o-WjwaiqRC95Je2W140EBTxWa4W42aawIw3ddrDAYVtyFfjzBQrZ91Jk21RXjRigZxR4WRbGRWutx_yPADBHMKwJ1iOlth4rceOYXI9DTGcvpgxqWTuY6SY5y9xrioQ/s400/nicholas+haggard2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRu-uXx12EynEAt11wJDThT-V9uLfgIaUzrHWITG82dvCeJd-AaIjj6_sRtfHoEJ-WnGew_060UMrzP9e6v2HKEBMPUpa3AhKHq7aLPYCYKX_yq_ch2MlySkR43639w0L6d5UrXdOOb5M/s1600-h/nicholas+haggard3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367168188951989794" style="WIDTH: 400px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgARUfE_KVnNPl-XBhFhljIQo5j3q8i0LcdP0bDMcjXmSe2Q_AIHc3MbWnl3ifcfvdg4DbHmxHHc-4n452E-ixehOpw4_cGCI1_2cNaSwJPcbfagN4Dd918iQ_8NEdzO00sSfLe86aLDTA/s400/nicholas+haggard4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDdBIC4CUekNSeUsWD1KHXYgMJFWYHlTAz5vp8g16BkvsykT8j5rRbWA4G4UsZ6oMYDm0aCsDc4lOkMyuEByBpfHv_afj5sKPO-lIWEzJp6upg1tZIMuH8mIFnEw3VsZdiShJhXbY0vU0/s1600-h/nicholas+haggard6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367167985583970898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDdBIC4CUekNSeUsWD1KHXYgMJFWYHlTAz5vp8g16BkvsykT8j5rRbWA4G4UsZ6oMYDm0aCsDc4lOkMyuEByBpfHv_afj5sKPO-lIWEzJp6upg1tZIMuH8mIFnEw3VsZdiShJhXbY0vU0/s400/nicholas+haggard6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLXZSq4fA8TFuEK188GT9U4Ws-9jSPLhIYi2PAqZTw7ZpwlJueWc6HYY5LOvAVb6UxxuQ6eyleVxI5wrsp7Okj7PBkfowQFFoRSfLELsZoRTiGRZNv-kgekc_8D5Ggm0voafz8IPWO7YA/s1600-h/nicholas+haggard7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367167900908142962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLXZSq4fA8TFuEK188GT9U4Ws-9jSPLhIYi2PAqZTw7ZpwlJueWc6HYY5LOvAVb6UxxuQ6eyleVxI5wrsp7Okj7PBkfowQFFoRSfLELsZoRTiGRZNv-kgekc_8D5Ggm0voafz8IPWO7YA/s400/nicholas+haggard7.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Nicholas Haggard</span></div><div> </div><div> <br /><br /></div><div><em>Se todo o ser ao vento abandonamos </em></div><div><em>E sem medo nem dó nos destruímos,</em></div><div><em>Se morremos em tudo o que sentimos</em></div><div><em>E podemos cantar, é porque estamos </em></div><div><em>Nus, em sangue, embalando a própria dor</em></div><div><em>Em frente às madrugadas do amor.</em></div><div><em>Quando a manhã brilhar refloriremos</em></div><div><em>E a alma beberá esse esplendor </em></div><div><em>Prometido nas formas que perdemos.</em></div><div><br /> </div><div>Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen<br /><br />Bom fim de semana!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-55830451179597310542009-08-04T12:08:00.002+01:002009-08-04T12:25:53.976+01:00Espaço urbano e desejo rural<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB1_ZaaFr4wglRZftq1sxVf-GV9gR1t2JZ8B8mcxYvhdtmDmHAFZLlkQxxCsytiGQ9j8gRUUAbXUm7CoCcGYFBYmFvWhKHJhnsYw-AVdez-45CaKwLwpbjTksGEMrinN-jHlWh1LtJAIs/s1600-h/Paola+Pivi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366063903380278994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB1_ZaaFr4wglRZftq1sxVf-GV9gR1t2JZ8B8mcxYvhdtmDmHAFZLlkQxxCsytiGQ9j8gRUUAbXUm7CoCcGYFBYmFvWhKHJhnsYw-AVdez-45CaKwLwpbjTksGEMrinN-jHlWh1LtJAIs/s400/Paola+Pivi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Paola Pivi</span><br /><br /><br />Quando o corpo pede campo custa voltar.Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-87682513890733876872009-08-03T15:42:00.005+01:002009-08-03T16:04:01.317+01:00Série sim : espaço 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0W-nD76iLhfK1k_KvF5QGLvhjLSs7YxwOi_wNQp05gSX5UKl5O-9eAOHUg0EeXCAiE5yQm5kDkXfe05JDqHuXkBQ_AxXX0gEGQifa9Q-j7TOEbz8YTB8iEWzvm303z_8UbdSr229qAM/s1600-h/ADAM+JEPPESEN5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365748430841222466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0W-nD76iLhfK1k_KvF5QGLvhjLSs7YxwOi_wNQp05gSX5UKl5O-9eAOHUg0EeXCAiE5yQm5kDkXfe05JDqHuXkBQ_AxXX0gEGQifa9Q-j7TOEbz8YTB8iEWzvm303z_8UbdSr229qAM/s400/ADAM+JEPPESEN5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Adam Jeppesen</span><br /><br /><br /><em>a porta roda ao invés da lua</em><br /><em>a porta roda bússula enterrada ao invés dos olhos</em><br /><em>a porta geme é um cão nocturno</em><br /><em>a porta geme extinta na trela da noite</em><br /><em>a porta areia</em><br /><em>a porta caruncho pária de mar</em><br /><em>a porta maré que vem e que vai que bate e que fecha</em><br /><em>a porta com máscara de morte</em><br /><em>a porta sem sorte</em><br /><em>a porta joelho na alma das portas</em><br /><em>a porta mulher da casa de passe</em><br /><em>a porta manchou a manhã com o grito de porta</em><br /><em>a porta enforcada no mastro da casa</em><br /><em>a porta por asa</em><br /><em>a porta roda</em><br /><em>a porta sexo a vida toda</em><br /><em>a porta tosca da madrugada pregos são estrelas mortas</em><br /><em>a porta pregada</em><br /><em>a porta leilão</em><br /><em>a porta batente a porta aranha por coração</em><br /><em>a porta tua </em><br /><em>porta eu</em><br /><em>a porta ninguém na terra pequena</em><br /><em>a porta roda</em><br /><em>a porta geme</em><br /><em>a porta facho</em><br /><em>a porta leme</em><br /><br />Luiza Neto JorgeCometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-6794196800468103602009-07-26T21:54:00.011+01:002009-07-26T22:25:53.034+01:00Série sim : espaço 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChdeA4whqkpyRAz9YaFWc81lJkUTx0f8GpEcT8ttlt0ys-OHMXtJVu_qVwGsyociqgtZ5E7dKj8s51L1Re5tnxkgnbZE4bmXnDWmmTA50dYMdgUxZWVxd86Wv4VCRVgeVwVhw5bjXRxw/s1600-h/JOANN%C3%88S+CEYRAT.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChdeA4whqkpyRAz9YaFWc81lJkUTx0f8GpEcT8ttlt0ys-OHMXtJVu_qVwGsyociqgtZ5E7dKj8s51L1Re5tnxkgnbZE4bmXnDWmmTA50dYMdgUxZWVxd86Wv4VCRVgeVwVhw5bjXRxw/s400/JOANN%C3%88S+CEYRAT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362875292550460226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Joannès Ceyrat</span><br /><br /><br />Sim, um espaço mínimo e invisível. Sim, toda a importância. Sim.Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-91717386923173515852009-07-22T13:24:00.000+01:002009-07-22T16:47:36.736+01:00Nos espaços nevoentos de hh<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHJkR7OF2qAy9G_gLJupYmx2klouKCUIWvqqewv133svX2G-KM1pwympS037dsPmweEDGU_tSJ3v5OX-nPW6qpLsXXzrQwTJNbj7_LbldjTQFNLWjnBDhX0s6KBcTN8cTJvd2iP4xY4Y/s1600-h/Christophe+(Krzysztof)+Pruszkowski.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361308071860547618" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHJkR7OF2qAy9G_gLJupYmx2klouKCUIWvqqewv133svX2G-KM1pwympS037dsPmweEDGU_tSJ3v5OX-nPW6qpLsXXzrQwTJNbj7_LbldjTQFNLWjnBDhX0s6KBcTN8cTJvd2iP4xY4Y/s400/Christophe+(Krzysztof)+Pruszkowski.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMgpyj3j3gr5gZ83CzzvDzP_Q-dbfcXvaKOShybR0GIPwn2y9JN_m5M04jbDQZqFAkwsxh9VAnnBaVmnUO88Uw3xKwOppwImOtAAO4YsSp7ABAjUeNAZpNuZFbwsR4oHklXzoWq1JnziU/s1600-h/KLoewen_UntitledSmokeNo_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361310556087354098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMgpyj3j3gr5gZ83CzzvDzP_Q-dbfcXvaKOShybR0GIPwn2y9JN_m5M04jbDQZqFAkwsxh9VAnnBaVmnUO88Uw3xKwOppwImOtAAO4YsSp7ABAjUeNAZpNuZFbwsR4oHklXzoWq1JnziU/s200/KLoewen_UntitledSmokeNo_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Krzysztof Pruszkowski </span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">K. Loewen</span><br /><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><em>(...) </em></div><br /><div><em>Nos dias nevoentos fecho as janelas, acendo a luz forte e deito-me no tapete. Leio ou penso. Ou então fumo, enquanto as camadas de silêncio se sobrepõem, e as mais pesadas descem e as mais leves se tornam pesadas, até ser impossível destruir o silêncio. </em></div><br /><div><em>(...)</em> </div><br /><div>Herberto Helder </div>Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-61610682300681657612009-07-20T12:19:00.002+01:002009-07-21T12:45:51.780+01:00Espaço : as desculpas que damos...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMfIHeDhufFBBSz70h8-Srj5ZX72LhyphenhyphenS_ZU4DwgWPKD5TlhSYgW4xECEMKdds_Pw45WZeXZ9XaeQs8Ugf62B6Z1KEaM3UBl_fvlYI8MB5o3H360_bxNBEmnxpC_b4dZGh11QBM592s9Q/s1600-h/deolinda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360512147571260530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMfIHeDhufFBBSz70h8-Srj5ZX72LhyphenhyphenS_ZU4DwgWPKD5TlhSYgW4xECEMKdds_Pw45WZeXZ9XaeQs8Ugf62B6Z1KEaM3UBl_fvlYI8MB5o3H360_bxNBEmnxpC_b4dZGh11QBM592s9Q/s400/deolinda.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/49eyMLEqcz/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/49eyMLEqcz/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object>Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-5608797841218535352009-07-16T10:46:00.002+01:002009-07-16T13:45:13.909+01:00O breve espaço de beijar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwmfYNkpRbjd9PiTvvv94AyINXZm4_ebU2iEOZejiQ3nyT8RrNlFQ_khD1icy76tIMKupbPQGIAfLMafCAMQFmg3VtFWcJFl3ze7C-5MHhalVL-cfLY5qbCX25TrIU-hdxX2rXlXR4Ko/s1600-h/michael+riley.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359037744165255298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwmfYNkpRbjd9PiTvvv94AyINXZm4_ebU2iEOZejiQ3nyT8RrNlFQ_khD1icy76tIMKupbPQGIAfLMafCAMQFmg3VtFWcJFl3ze7C-5MHhalVL-cfLY5qbCX25TrIU-hdxX2rXlXR4Ko/s400/michael+riley.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Michael Riley</span><br /><div><br /><br /> </div><div><em>O mundo é grande e cabe</em></div><div><em>nesta janela sobre o mar.</em></div><div><em>O mar é grande e cabe</em></div><div><em>na cama e no colchão de amar.</em></div><div><em>O amor é grande e cabe</em></div><div><em>no breve espaço de beijar.</em></div><br /><div>Carlos Drummond de Andrade</div>Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-39977463046823957732009-07-16T01:34:00.000+01:002009-07-16T13:04:13.031+01:00Espaço : desejos simples para o verão<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyD9E9y574dWtl-H_YbUK2dSw5PCNtRNFMYpdTNn7PaEjIuQ9bjFwVR9s-L_qTNoXcVSYhk3-5vD7lQ6cXQkV3W3OiT9aZhaSb9iffYqYp1kMWKBsHSSCo2LdnGphFXortaA60BnOmIOY/s1600-h/aitana+carrasco7.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212906625269203234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyD9E9y574dWtl-H_YbUK2dSw5PCNtRNFMYpdTNn7PaEjIuQ9bjFwVR9s-L_qTNoXcVSYhk3-5vD7lQ6cXQkV3W3OiT9aZhaSb9iffYqYp1kMWKBsHSSCo2LdnGphFXortaA60BnOmIOY/s400/aitana+carrasco7.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcbfrFdEg6-OK51_9GPJyyv8ioYWDAySa1RGAGRkFlj8cyVsl3c73jsaPGpxJ_DleT0ZjkYTLZq-uIJ_T-67kYXTDobTydhQDT2c5Lnbfi8d3_IvKvFkDz7ukIyvh_jMPj4yIc7EK29o/s1600-h/aitana+carrasco5.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212905968139206914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcbfrFdEg6-OK51_9GPJyyv8ioYWDAySa1RGAGRkFlj8cyVsl3c73jsaPGpxJ_DleT0ZjkYTLZq-uIJ_T-67kYXTDobTydhQDT2c5Lnbfi8d3_IvKvFkDz7ukIyvh_jMPj4yIc7EK29o/s400/aitana+carrasco5.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4pLXR26MWUzxLLCKfPm0y36-S7thyphenhyphenhlnME3my-xy-i3E_o9ekhqKKcLxp6wFWq9HPFjeWEP4z7K4Lg_iFgknEfuFXmmwj339mCiWRjCLYTmBUZqrpTN-qgiGkL5NRoX95PcuXBqP1KH4/s1600-h/aitana+carrasco6.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212906316031557906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4pLXR26MWUzxLLCKfPm0y36-S7thyphenhyphenhlnME3my-xy-i3E_o9ekhqKKcLxp6wFWq9HPFjeWEP4z7K4Lg_iFgknEfuFXmmwj339mCiWRjCLYTmBUZqrpTN-qgiGkL5NRoX95PcuXBqP1KH4/s400/aitana+carrasco6.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-CC5yEs0xYbTVV2TFGGu7ZqqgWhCFVz7mSIroMDPjB9vFzzzE8yh-w1n_-Ijehpug-WnVEejysPULPjJb8p6aVMzgLPRZosss5VUAoaYuNXCDbJFbMKq0ciY-FWnUUoSZjANazr90os/s1600-h/aitana+carrasco4.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212905654606594290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-CC5yEs0xYbTVV2TFGGu7ZqqgWhCFVz7mSIroMDPjB9vFzzzE8yh-w1n_-Ijehpug-WnVEejysPULPjJb8p6aVMzgLPRZosss5VUAoaYuNXCDbJFbMKq0ciY-FWnUUoSZjANazr90os/s400/aitana+carrasco4.jpg" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Ataina Carrasco</span></div><div></div><div><br /></div></div>Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-88751621992629314392009-07-09T21:55:00.002+01:002009-07-09T22:52:51.127+01:00Espaço: por acharmos que já sabemos...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpe7FarKeEu_hfWP3b9Eqa8AZojWZHsNRHiHSRwpzTRsga6IcNkRiDD4QPqI40-re15ewAt0cQ68EhLRXyaFk8HGiIlhL5amjueHo1Y503bIllYiNY0ncGMZ22BxK2xu5ddE5IIcVJ5Kk/s1600-h/Crackart1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356567199968226402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpe7FarKeEu_hfWP3b9Eqa8AZojWZHsNRHiHSRwpzTRsga6IcNkRiDD4QPqI40-re15ewAt0cQ68EhLRXyaFk8HGiIlhL5amjueHo1Y503bIllYiNY0ncGMZ22BxK2xu5ddE5IIcVJ5Kk/s400/Crackart1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Crackart<br /><br /><br /><em>Se quiseres conhecer<br />porque é que o mar tem ondas<br />mergulha nele primeiro.<br />Sente-o dentro<br />não respondas!<br /></em><br />Oliveira CruzCometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-41178882791074129172009-07-06T22:39:00.003+01:002009-07-06T22:41:51.350+01:00A arte poética no espaço<em>Se o poema não serve para dar o nome às coisas</em><br /><em>outro nome e ao silêncio outro silêncio,</em><br /><em>se não serve para abrir o dia</em><br /><em>em duas metades como dois dias resplandecentes</em><br /><em>e para dizer o que cada um quer e precisa</em><br /><em>ou o que a si mesmo nunca disse.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Se o poema não serve para que o amigo ou a amiga</em><br /><em>entrem nele como numa ampla esplanada</em><br /><em>e se sentem a conversar longamente com um copo de vinho na mão</em><br /><em>sobre as raízes do tempo ou o sabor da coragem</em><br /><em>ou como tarda a chegar o tempo frio.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Se o poema não serve para tirar o sono a um canalha</em><br /><em>ou ajudar a dormir o inocente</em><br /><em>se é inútil para o desejo e o assombro,</em><br /><em>para a memória e para o esquecimento.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Se o poema não serve para tornar quem o lê</em><br /><em>num fanático</em><br /><em>que o poeta então se cale.</em><br /><br />António Ramos RosaCometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711892585689412500.post-25411619732870372062009-05-29T15:38:00.002+01:002009-05-29T15:43:49.090+01:00Espaço : outros céus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDa9sjZxiGCe_SawYyi2tFm5JuSpW6TiyZTNH9LVrgNoMps6UwULvkyovnb7EWEULsVTTnA2XXivA0QjTmmCpE4J_PSFJCurE5na9g5CKRMt93gePa7v_ZdcDPpZrLjuDcBbLNKofQ7JM/s1600-h/03_05_2008_0479037001209838920_frank_boenigk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341255500131283442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDa9sjZxiGCe_SawYyi2tFm5JuSpW6TiyZTNH9LVrgNoMps6UwULvkyovnb7EWEULsVTTnA2XXivA0QjTmmCpE4J_PSFJCurE5na9g5CKRMt93gePa7v_ZdcDPpZrLjuDcBbLNKofQ7JM/s400/03_05_2008_0479037001209838920_frank_boenigk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Frank Boenigk</span><br /><br /><br />Fui!<br /><br />Bom fim de semana.Cometa 2000http://www.blogger.com/profile/12590570469644358088noreply@blogger.com11