tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-172921002009-07-09T02:24:55.147-04:00douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-5501222727304662442009-06-28T12:38:00.003-04:002009-06-28T15:04:43.761-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/Ske-GrQ57pI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Is2zI9wBYxU/s1600-h/baade4-760187.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352455704055246482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/Ske-GrQ57pI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Is2zI9wBYxU/s400/baade4-760187.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">teus olhos<br />há pressa em </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:180%;">devorar-me<br /></span>céu<br />dor<br />medo<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">as cores</span><br />todas<br />que <span style="font-size:180%;">sabem</span> meus<br />amanhãs</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">(imagem de carrie ann baade)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-550122272730466244?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-1710545502267015112009-06-02T21:28:00.002-04:002009-06-02T21:35:08.571-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">aquilo que resta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">deve ser estrangulado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">todos os dias</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">meticulosamente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">diante de nós</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">porque amor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">porque não mais</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-171054550226701511?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-300604965260849222009-04-26T23:23:00.005-04:002009-04-26T23:43:11.584-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SfUpwYvMn9I/AAAAAAAAA-s/YRWeomjVqMs/s1600-h/nar44.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329211645313720274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SfUpwYvMn9I/AAAAAAAAA-s/YRWeomjVqMs/s400/nar44.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:85%;">imagem de eduardo naranjo<br /></span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">responde, pai<br />a este resto de homem<br />por que o medo de te amar<br />roubou-me de mim</span></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-30060496526084922?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-14571184663072417862009-04-03T01:10:00.002-04:002009-04-03T01:15:53.423-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SdWaZTwpazI/AAAAAAAAA9M/V1Yyauf69jQ/s1600-h/martins-de-barros-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320328294399830834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SdWaZTwpazI/AAAAAAAAA9M/V1Yyauf69jQ/s400/martins-de-barros-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:85%;">imagem de andre martins de barros</span><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"><br />ruminavas contigo<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">insegurança<br />e um monte de mentiras<br />enquanto eu<br />disfarçava minhas fraquezas<br />com diálogos intermináveis<br />numa paródia barata de quem fomos<br />epílogo estrangulado a quatro mãos </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-1457118466307241786?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-23454631332720137972009-03-04T01:46:00.006-04:002009-03-23T22:02:28.150-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/Sa4VzxYPL2I/AAAAAAAAA74/tQQi8MQ3b2M/s1600-h/beau-white-9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309204989888900962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/Sa4VzxYPL2I/AAAAAAAAA74/tQQi8MQ3b2M/s400/beau-white-9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">imagem de beau white</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"><strong>eu não sou feito das tripas<br />que alimentam o teu ódio<br />amargam a tua existência<br />rapinadora de sonhos<br />e<br />nem vivo a esconder-me<br />atrás dessa saudável felicidade<br />que inventas com as mãos precisas<br />de quem sabe mentir<br /><br />[porque é só o que te resta<br />porque é só o que te cabe<br />porque é só o que te mantém assim]</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-2345463133272013797?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-54406085170293994522009-02-18T01:04:00.004-04:002009-02-18T01:14:46.688-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SZuXZMY50kI/AAAAAAAAA68/DjVj_h1bwKo/s1600-h/man%20on%20a%20tightrope_48x38_oil%20on%20canvas_2008_ericzener.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303999445237092930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SZuXZMY50kI/AAAAAAAAA68/DjVj_h1bwKo/s400/man%2520on%2520a%2520tightrope_48x38_oil%2520on%2520canvas_2008_ericzener.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">imagem de eric zener</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">nada incomoda. nem os móveis da sala ou o tiquetaquear do relógio de parede que pertenceu ao meu avô. sequer o fato de o quarto estar vazio e exemplarmente asséptico, exceto por um pouco de poeira acumulada no rodapé. </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">sigo a rotina cujo fim desconheço </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">[sobreviver ao medo mastigar a demência fingir equilíbrio dormir ao amanhecer] </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">ontem </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">pude observar você caminhando pelo outro lado da rua. </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">eu era sombra. </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">quisera ser destino.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-5440608517029399452?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-39238965616457874702009-01-27T03:16:00.004-04:002009-01-27T03:31:25.660-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SX61GdupOGI/AAAAAAAAA50/XaBqkTyhiow/s1600-h/IMG_0277.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295869334498392162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SX61GdupOGI/AAAAAAAAA50/XaBqkTyhiow/s400/IMG_0277.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">imagem de ada rosa rivera </span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">acabamos sós nenhum amor será suficiente pra nos livrar desse destino ou mesmo aliviar o peso o vazio a angústia que chega antes do fim por mais que esperancemos eis a única verdade acabar todos acomodados sei lá de qual maneira um aglomerado de corpos empalhados por um deserto inominável agarrados aos derradeiros suspiros da vida sozinhos e de nada valerão preces pois simplesmente estaremos em algum canto consumidos pela exatidão do tempo pra depois sermos punhado de memórias e adiante nada mais receio que seja isso nada além disso</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-3923896561645787470?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-74965496784865121742009-01-13T02:24:00.002-04:002009-01-13T02:49:01.240-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SWw5CO04BGI/AAAAAAAAA3s/hi2iGblV73M/s1600-h/espejo-rojo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290666372755883106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SWw5CO04BGI/AAAAAAAAA3s/hi2iGblV73M/s400/espejo-rojo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SWw0BE029XI/AAAAAAAAA3k/mXuRjmCpQGI/s1600-h/IMG_0274.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">imagem de vicente dopico lerner </span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">[disseste]<br /><br />não caibo mais aqui<br />não respiro quando<br />estou ao teu lado<br /><br />[fui-me]<br /><br />carregando nos olhos<br />o mesmo céu que<br />amanhã sorrirás</span> </div><br /><div align="right"><br /></div><br /><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-7496549678486512174?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-85366631286641089272009-01-01T05:26:00.003-04:002009-01-01T20:13:00.119-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SVyNKs_t65I/AAAAAAAAA2k/7Mz52JK6jWM/s1600-h/envio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286255277642738578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SVyNKs_t65I/AAAAAAAAA2k/7Mz52JK6jWM/s400/envio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">parte<br />e leva contigo a esperança<br />antes que o próximo sol<br />desperte meus sonhos<br />e não haja mais tempo<br />pra perder você<br /></span></div><br /><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">imagem de evelyn lima</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-8536663128664108927?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-17538747648706492972008-12-19T00:31:00.003-04:002008-12-19T00:39:02.269-04:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SUskrQB-fzI/AAAAAAAAA10/qTjVWfercfk/s1600-h/liberdade+Luiz+Roberto+Guilger,+usuário+do+Serviço+de+Saúde+Mental+de+Campinas,+SP..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281355313478270770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SUskrQB-fzI/AAAAAAAAA10/qTjVWfercfk/s400/liberdade+Luiz+Roberto+Guilger,+usu%C3%A1rio+do+Servi%C3%A7o+de+Sa%C3%BAde+Mental+de+Campinas,+SP..jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cccccc;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">imagem de luiz roberto guilger</span></span></div><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;">não posso partir destas<br />memórias<br />a vida inteira pela frente<br /><br />lentamente revista<br />mastigada<br />trinta e duas vezes<br /><br />sobre teu corpo<br />ausência<br />plena de mim</span></p><div align="right"><br /></div></span><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-1753874764870649297?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-92055327547556398662008-11-27T00:31:00.003-04:002008-11-27T00:54:32.007-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SS4nyIunHZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/-3OIOH05lvg/s1600-h/DINO-VALLS5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273195955987357074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SS4nyIunHZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/-3OIOH05lvg/s400/DINO-VALLS5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">o corte, preciso e indolor</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">não deixou nada intocado</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">nem mesmo a solidão</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">lembro de como senti</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">a tua perda gotejando</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">um vazio contagiante</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">que pariu em desespero</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">remendos de outros dias</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">que não souberam chegar</span></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">imagem de dino valls</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-9205532754755639866?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-32022517130502018482008-10-21T01:41:00.001-04:002008-10-21T01:46:21.980-04:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SP1sMWmNJFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FVe45IIGGSI/s1600-h/nar13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259478899318662226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SP1sMWmNJFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FVe45IIGGSI/s400/nar13.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">éramos sobras<br />um aglomerado de emoções<br />rasteiras<br />medrosas<br />raquíticas<br /><br />e mentíamos a nós mesmos<br />cúmplices de um enredo aprendido<br />em culposo silêncio<br />enterrado<br />nos abismos da pele<br /><br />enquanto jurávamos amor<br />como se a eternidade fosse<br />nada além de<br />um lugar distante<br />por alcançar<br /><br />mas é que hoje ao olhar ao meu rosto cansado<br />vejo um pálido aceno<br />de um adeus covarde<br />que sabemos<br />não vai chegar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><br /></span></div><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">imagem de naranjo</span><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-3202251713050201848?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-6352205374674376732008-09-19T15:31:00.003-04:002008-09-19T15:44:28.642-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SNP-I5hUDzI/AAAAAAAAAlA/WZewAmjILjc/s1600-h/fo-amontoto03b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247817419649716018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SNP-I5hUDzI/AAAAAAAAAlA/WZewAmjILjc/s400/fo-amontoto03b.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">parto</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">porque em mim </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">já não há mais o que possas</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">sonhar</span><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">imagem de arturo montoto</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-635220537467437673?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-10966861962226034532008-09-05T17:55:00.008-04:002008-09-10T17:32:53.947-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SMGrc1_yg2I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/K9oY2du5VO4/s1600-h/fo-florminor-06b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242659953255285602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SMGrc1_yg2I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/K9oY2du5VO4/s400/fo-florminor-06b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">ficamos</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">mas por acaso sabemos</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">quantos de nós</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">ainda há nesse adeus</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">que agoniza ao partir?</span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">imagem de flor mino</span>r</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-1096686196222603453?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-62625913384631292482008-08-15T02:55:00.002-04:002008-08-15T03:43:15.725-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SKUopscfJzI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6NPOfocUUP0/s1600-h/cv000283big.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234634838658459442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SKUopscfJzI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6NPOfocUUP0/s400/cv000283big.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">desconheces a permanência rígida</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">limítrofe </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">da saudade a empurrar-me </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">ao silêncio caduco </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">entricheirado </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">nas memórias que despertas em mim</span> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-6262591338463129248?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-19171152031090967682008-07-16T01:53:00.002-04:002008-07-16T02:40:05.637-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SH2XpLM2ryI/AAAAAAAAAiY/qPusBLGaCKM/s1600-h/pic_039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223497876456779554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SH2XpLM2ryI/AAAAAAAAAiY/qPusBLGaCKM/s400/pic_039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">onde começa em ti o deserto<br />essa história que esperanças<br />feita de sonhos alheios<br />como se fossem teus?<br /><br />onde finda em ti a tristeza<br />essa cicatriz que desfigura<br />feita dum amor barato<br />como se fosse o meu?</span><br /></span></div><br /><div align="right"><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:85%;">imagem de dino valls</span><br /></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-1917115203109096768?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-3769690990362343202008-05-25T20:50:00.004-04:002008-06-09T16:21:45.612-04:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SDoJwMWa6VI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0Db6ads4kbM/s1600-h/cv001166big.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204483042933664082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SDoJwMWa6VI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0Db6ads4kbM/s400/cv001166big.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">pudesse o amor frear a distância<br />escrita no abandono apossado de nós<br />e eu não estaria aqui remendando palavras<br />apequenado pela mudez dessa página em branco</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"><div align="right"><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">imagem de agustin bejarano</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-376969099036234320?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-55000939733169504872008-04-28T16:54:00.003-04:002008-04-28T17:03:14.400-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SBY7cmkVxyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/PADQi9mMjtY/s1600-h/sydart3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194404582793791266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SBY7cmkVxyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/PADQi9mMjtY/s400/sydart3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/SBY7ImkVxxI/AAAAAAAAAes/OkJH2LIs8Vs/s1600-h/sydart3.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">mortos</span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">falavam apenas do que não sentiam</span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">tocavam apenas o que já sabiam</span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">sonhavam sonhos que em si mentiam</span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">não mais sorriam</span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">não mais</span> </div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-5500093973316950487?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-80601555172134966892008-03-18T01:57:00.003-04:002008-03-18T02:10:20.024-04:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R99a-7iszAI/AAAAAAAAAck/wE1Y_Gc5bKk/s1600-h/DSCF0282.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178958133680983042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R99a-7iszAI/AAAAAAAAAck/wE1Y_Gc5bKk/s400/DSCF0282.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">perco o tempo<br />mergulho o que resta<br />basto-me de mim<br />projeto a mesma cena<br />na tela vazia dos meus sonhos<br />e você não volta...<br />você não voltará<br /></span></div><p></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">imagem de edgar leon</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-8060155517213496689?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-35773867898876549102008-02-26T16:06:00.007-04:002008-03-18T02:11:46.125-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R8R3qYhS0WI/AAAAAAAAAac/kmOTNHbETyE/s1600-h/redon2a-thumb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171389842148479330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R8R3qYhS0WI/AAAAAAAAAac/kmOTNHbETyE/s400/redon2a-thumb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:130%;">caduco a felicidade<br />abrindo portas que levam a lugar nenhum<br />bufão fugindo da primavera<br />habita-me um peito cheio de dor<br />comporto nas veias </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:130%;">o caminhar da amargura<br />(sou um arremedo) </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:130%;">mero arremedo a descrer no amor</span><br /><br /><br /></div></span><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">imagem de redon</span><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-3577386789887654910?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-86456602671329623352008-01-25T06:05:00.000-04:002008-01-25T06:32:53.436-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R5m6ydBaToI/AAAAAAAAAYM/1KzCu0BckxQ/s1600-h/nar24.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159360224076385922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R5m6ydBaToI/AAAAAAAAAYM/1KzCu0BckxQ/s400/nar24.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R5m6BtBaTnI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ebSAWfFD7ho/s1600-h/24_big.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">cicatrizava tudo aquilo que temia</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">o sol nascendo antes da solidão</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">a brancura vigilante das paredes</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">a felicidade cobrando o preço devido</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">os domingos infestados de passarinhos e nuvens</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">cicatrizava em silêncio</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">(nem seus ossos o ouviam)</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">cicatrizava qual lamento</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">(há memórias presas nas retinas)</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">beirando a loucura</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">disfarçar a dor</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">escrever o mesmo nome</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">no mesmo caderno</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">letra após letra</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">fingindo que a felicidade</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">teimaria em voltar</span></div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-8645660267132962335?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-92123454562412837592007-12-26T23:42:00.000-04:002007-12-27T00:06:57.491-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R3MjY3jEh0I/AAAAAAAAAXA/_8z_45FNZis/s1600-h/pic_007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148497709149488962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R3MjY3jEh0I/AAAAAAAAAXA/_8z_45FNZis/s400/pic_007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">na última vez em que estiveram sozinhos, estrangulados um do outro, era uma tarde de dezembro e embora não chovesse, o céu parecia escuro demais, ruidoso demais, distante demais,envelhecido demais. havia fotos sobre a cama, memórias fixadas à parede e um amontoado de sonhos, sonhos em sépia, feito chão outonal coberto de folhas. fecharei a porta sem olhar para trás, pensou. atravessarei a rua com passos firmes, decidiu. seguirei adiante mesmo que aos tropeços. é isso? deixar tudo porque tens medo, porque abraças o vazio como quem rumina esperanças? fraco, é o que és. um tecelão de destinos reticentes. na última vez em que estiveram sozinhos restava uma pálida imagem refletida no espelho, feita de rostos tristes a velar o anúncio de um amanhã tranqüilo, acomodado e pio. porque a imobilidade sobrevive ao tempo quando o amor está farto de si.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">imagem de dino valls</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-9212345456241283759?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-34577948891724185042007-12-03T00:02:00.000-04:002007-12-03T00:05:39.471-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R1OATm0qL8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Bi3OTrONYvM/s1600-R/mário+eloy+pereira+1938.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139592674087153602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/R1OATm0qL8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/uvGngXFe9qQ/s400/m%C3%A1rio+eloy+pereira+1938.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">amargura, diziam<br />percorrendo as vestes do cotidiano<br />exumando o passado<br />atados um ao outro<br /> com medo da solidão<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">imagem de mário eloy pereira</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-3457794889172418504?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-10432098902410664982007-11-04T01:15:00.000-04:002007-11-04T01:27:12.460-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/Ry1Wdu2YN9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/8lEOFgDpgsc/s1600-h/pic_014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128850619437168594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/Ry1Wdu2YN9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/8lEOFgDpgsc/s400/pic_014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">alheios ao tempo ficavam<br />acreditando frear a sanidade<br />trazida às suas entranhas<br />feito sobras de um amor bretoniano<br /></span></div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">imagem de dino valls<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-1043209890241066498?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17292100.post-23340916504888892832007-10-06T03:46:00.000-04:002007-10-06T03:57:23.203-04:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/Rwc_PbaoTDI/AAAAAAAAASI/Ndunmz--SmY/s1600-h/nar21.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118129035819895858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhmtNUOwGeg/Rwc_PbaoTDI/AAAAAAAAASI/Ndunmz--SmY/s400/nar21.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">quando a distância aproxima desamor e indiferença<br />crescendo no peito uma aurora muda<br />destelhada e terminalmente vazia<br />são restos os sonhos que sobrevivem às retinas<br />tristes ecos reticentes abrigados em si mesmos</span> <br /><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">imagem de eduardo naranjo</span><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17292100-2334091650488889283?l=amoresfunebres.blogspot.com'/></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627285372394349021noreply@blogger.com3