tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76108114025207191652011-04-21T12:34:17.370-07:00Nathalia mesmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12940336122617376043noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610811402520719165.post-43964704676091065662009-01-11T15:15:00.000-08:002009-01-26T07:38:33.988-08:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610811402520719165-4396470467609106566?l=subindoconstantinopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nathalia mesmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12940336122617376043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610811402520719165.post-72446783559547463712008-12-20T09:35:00.000-08:002009-01-26T07:37:57.575-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6CGwKZISZT4/SU0tYMojcfI/AAAAAAAAABE/w4Aq7FSfreQ/s1600-h/09.jpg"><br /></a><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610811402520719165-7244678355954746371?l=subindoconstantinopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nathalia mesmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12940336122617376043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610811402520719165.post-75670208221232722672008-12-13T08:41:00.000-08:002008-12-13T08:43:49.898-08:00<div align="center">Pois então vos digo,enquanto sobrevoava indas e vindas de cachoeira,caí sobre Caio Fernando Abreu.Ele,muito magro e quase feio,cabia dentro de um palitó iluminado.Os óculos.O quase nada de cabelo.Nada que estoasse com o que,no momento,se pendurava em mim.minhas calças largas,marca vulgar na etiqueta da camisa,chinelo e muito dedo.Mas foi o que soou.E estava tudo planejado..Há muito que movia tentações em torno dele,não tinha mais volta.O problema inicial é que há muito também se fazia a inércia literária;aqueles momentos em que você acha que não precisa ler mais nada,apenas administrar o engodo.Mas se fez.E já no começo,um exaspero.vontade de morrer um pouco entre aquelas linhas,mas aquilo,como o correr desatado dos segundos,me apontava como bode espiatório,como cobaia luzente daquelas frases.Apenas eu ali."umbiográfo,coração de gás neon."Abria-se um falsete ridículo no meio da rodoviária e eu tentando segurar tudo que vinha daquilo.Sem lembrar que era o início que ainda se abria..</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610811402520719165-7567020822123272267?l=subindoconstantinopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nathalia mesmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12940336122617376043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610811402520719165.post-88148472380971523442008-12-11T08:44:00.001-08:002008-12-11T08:46:11.058-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6CGwKZISZT4/SUFDjCkMGEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rFKxxAtwKGU/s1600-h/f2801-full.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610811402520719165-8814847238097152344?l=subindoconstantinopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nathalia mesmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12940336122617376043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610811402520719165.post-68485470100088756722008-12-11T08:44:00.000-08:002008-12-11T08:45:37.973-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6CGwKZISZT4/SUFDjCkMGEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rFKxxAtwKGU/s1600-h/f2801-full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6CGwKZISZT4/SUFDjCkMGEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rFKxxAtwKGU/s320/f2801-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278574507518072898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">pura malandräje II<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610811402520719165-6848547010008875672?l=subindoconstantinopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nathalia mesmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12940336122617376043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610811402520719165.post-32491438417877264482008-12-11T08:28:00.000-08:002008-12-11T08:44:20.587-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6CGwKZISZT4/SUFDQD4eMBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3QWnFr1hyKk/s1600-h/ATgAAAA4OUY0TWpct-X8Yfppt2j46tdIZ2qpe1OJ8Kq-XGoOc0WZcD2xYx062g8qSp6PqFjahWTcJiDMyWbpbo687fQlAJtU9VAVF_5vIq0YX8p4nBdS6MtjsZREFQ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6CGwKZISZT4/SUFDQD4eMBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3QWnFr1hyKk/s320/ATgAAAA4OUY0TWpct-X8Yfppt2j46tdIZ2qpe1OJ8Kq-XGoOc0WZcD2xYx062g8qSp6PqFjahWTcJiDMyWbpbo687fQlAJtU9VAVF_5vIq0YX8p4nBdS6MtjsZREFQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278574181454065682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a existência de alguns dias se resume basicamente no fato de a pergunta inicial ser voltada para o porque dele não ter acabado ainda.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610811402520719165-3249143841787726448?l=subindoconstantinopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nathalia mesmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12940336122617376043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610811402520719165.post-76963428533707516132008-12-11T08:24:00.001-08:002008-12-11T08:24:54.965-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6CGwKZISZT4/SUE-ueuQDNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ox5BCIqvv-o/s1600-h/pura.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6CGwKZISZT4/SUE-ueuQDNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ox5BCIqvv-o/s320/pura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278569206496890066" border="0" /></a><br />(...)<br /><br /><br />Que se antes de cada ato nosso nos puséssemos a prever todas as conseqüências dele, a pensar nelas a sério,<br /><br />primeiro as imediatas..<br />depois as prováveis..<br />depois as possíveis...<br />depois as imagináveis..<br /><br /><br /><br />não chegaríamos sequer a mover-nos de onde o primeiro pensamento nos tivesse feito parar.<br /><br /><br /><br />[ Saramago ]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610811402520719165-7696342853370751613?l=subindoconstantinopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nathalia mesmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12940336122617376043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610811402520719165.post-72994463253011661302008-12-11T08:21:00.000-08:002008-12-11T08:23:30.190-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6CGwKZISZT4/SUE-SoODjWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L9WXoeWzznE/s1600-h/Imagem+102.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6CGwKZISZT4/SUE-SoODjWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L9WXoeWzznE/s320/Imagem+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278568728009870690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">pura malandräje!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610811402520719165-7299446325301166130?l=subindoconstantinopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nathalia mesmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12940336122617376043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610811402520719165.post-41361313329789657702008-12-11T06:19:00.000-08:002008-12-11T06:23:16.968-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6CGwKZISZT4/SUEh2F2qheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EtEO0sqvx0/s1600-h/ds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6CGwKZISZT4/SUEh2F2qheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EtEO0sqvx0/s320/ds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278537451423040994" border="0" /></a><br />(...)<br /><br />"Jamais se saberá com que meticuloso cuidado<br />Veio o Todo e apagou o vestígio de Tudo<br />E<br />Quando nem mais suspiros havia<br />Ele surgiu de um salto<br />Vendendo súbitos espanadores de todas as cores!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610811402520719165-4136131332978965770?l=subindoconstantinopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nathalia mesmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12940336122617376043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610811402520719165.post-51724965104089295582008-12-11T05:53:00.000-08:002008-12-11T09:11:07.395-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6CGwKZISZT4/SUE8f4E_kBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oj0rhg_5EK8/s1600-h/RulfoPensativo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6CGwKZISZT4/SUE8f4E_kBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oj0rhg_5EK8/s320/RulfoPensativo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278566756581871634" border="0" /></a><br />S<em>ó</em> sei que fui subindo.<br />subindo e esquecendo que e a grande problem<em>á</em>tica de se meter a escrever e que,variadas s<em>ã</em>o as vezes em que o esforço parece mais a chegada <em>à</em> crisma na catequese do inferno.<br /><br /><br />Aí fico aqui,n<em>é</em>.Que nem Rulfo,que parou de escrever com a morte do tio..<br /><br />Sai,Rulfo!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610811402520719165-5172496510408929558?l=subindoconstantinopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nathalia mesmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12940336122617376043noreply@blogger.com0