tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55938597354146813492024-03-13T05:54:58.476-07:00Acordes de BluesAntonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-59304373745066744822014-07-06T17:32:00.001-07:002014-07-06T17:32:09.861-07:00<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Pro segundo semestre desse ano:</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Menos: mimimi.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mais: Tô passando aí.</span>Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-61874278429656984342014-07-06T17:31:00.001-07:002014-07-06T17:31:14.866-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tenho pensado tanto na resposta dessa suposição que provavelmente me faltaria ar e eu não falaria coisa alguma. Diria que entendo a dor. Que entendo o medo e as neuroses. Que o mundo realmente não dá a mínima pra quem você foi no ensino médio. O mundo não dá a mínima pra nada, na verdade. A nossa sociedade - e digo aqui sociedade com pouca ou quase nenhuma pretensão ou prepotência - se importa com beleza, dentes brancos e dinheiro. Logo, também insistiria nesse ponto: não se importe com a sua beleza - ela vai chegar tímida e aos poucos, não formada e estranha, cabe(rá) a você ligar os pontos -, não faça suas escolhas baseando-se em dinheiro - embora essa parte você mesmo saiba bem -, não minta. A mentira tem sido um ponto de fuga fácil nos dias de hoje que não vale a pena. As incertezas só vão aumentar. Como querer uma vida inteiramente acertada aos 21? Eu queria pelo menos saber o que eu quero. Nem isso. Nem nada...</span></div>
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<br />Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-82517539482222970862013-11-24T06:32:00.002-08:002013-11-24T06:32:28.014-08:00Vale lembrar.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Your love won’t make him stop hating his father<br />
and your devotion won’t cure her of her
childhood.<br />
All you can do is be there, violets sprouting
out<br />
from your ribs, acceptance on your lips, your
own<br />
wounds still bleeding and all you can do is be
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everything.</span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="background: #FCFAFA; color: #4d4c4c; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Aí você me aparece assim, como quem não quer nada, fazendo uma pergunta banal por sms. A tela do meu celular acende, eu mal posso acreditar que é você: você tentando puxar assunto, você querendo tornar o seu dia pelo menos um pouquinho meu. Ou nossa, mas enfim.<br />
O problema é que eu sinto todas "aquelas coisas" que eu não deviera sentir, não agora. Assim acabo atropelando tudo, você deveria saber. Deveria saber que eu não sei lidar com as coisas direito. E que sou meio viciado em fazer da vida uma história escrita, então eu vou escrever sobre você : e esse é o maior perigo. Droga, viu. E, mesmo com todos esses poréns, eu vou te procurar. Vou querer saber de você. E se você corresponder, ah... aí a gente deixa o tempo contar qual é a solução.Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-552584158644764592013-03-23T15:27:00.002-07:002013-03-23T15:27:35.827-07:00Talvez a gente saiba.<br />
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teríamos um apartamento, tomaríamos café às cinco da tarde, d</span><span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">iscordaríamos quanto a cor das cortinas, não arrumaríamos
a cama diariamente, a geladeira seria repleta de congelados e coca-cola, o
armário, de porcarias, adiaríamos o despertador umas trinta vezes, sentaríamos
na sala de pijama e pantufas, sairíamos pra jantar em dia de chuva e
chegaríamos encharcados, nos beijaríamos no meio de alguma frase, você pegaria
no sono com a mão no meu cabelo e eu, escutando sua respiração. Eu riria sem
motivo e você perguntaria por que, eu não responderia, saberíamos."</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<br />Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-84842626514112368622013-03-23T15:22:00.002-07:002013-03-23T15:23:41.041-07:00Eu me chamo Antônio.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-48886623794173916232013-03-23T15:21:00.002-07:002013-03-23T15:21:27.564-07:00Anedota búlgara<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">que caçava homens.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Quando lhe disseram que também se caçam
borboletas e andorinhas,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Ficou muito espantado</span><br />
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Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-82424454203609984422011-08-19T19:35:00.001-07:002011-08-19T19:35:27.224-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RHjSVszhGK0/Tk8dZhJRtwI/AAAAAAAAARc/VD2dv_vUcVI/s1600/tumblr_lpdroqAWQQ1qg2584o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="91" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RHjSVszhGK0/Tk8dZhJRtwI/AAAAAAAAARc/VD2dv_vUcVI/s400/tumblr_lpdroqAWQQ1qg2584o1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-35860053582072806732011-08-19T19:34:00.001-07:002011-08-19T19:34:49.899-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>O que fazer quando a saudade é tanta que chega a doer?</b></span>Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-32053591708413247152011-08-19T19:33:00.000-07:002011-08-19T19:33:38.692-07:00<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bzNz4JYy_Lk/Tk8cu8Ey1AI/AAAAAAAAARY/nRUOp9EcZVE/s1600/tumblr_ld3ibhHlPv1qapij1o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bzNz4JYy_Lk/Tk8cu8Ey1AI/AAAAAAAAARY/nRUOp9EcZVE/s400/tumblr_ld3ibhHlPv1qapij1o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: left; text-indent: -9pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: left; text-indent: -9pt;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Para atravessar agosto ter um amor seria importante, mas se você não conseguiu, se a vida não deu, ou ele partiu sem o menor pudor, invente um. Pode ser Natália Lage, Antonio Banderas, Sharon Stone, Robocop, o carteiro, a caixa do banco, o seu dentista. Remoto ou acessível, que você possa pensar nesse amor nas noites de agosto, viajar por ilhas do Pacífico Sul, Grécia, Cancún ou Miami, ao gosto do freguês. <b>Que se possa sonhar, isso é que conta,</b> com mãos dadas, suspiros, juras, projetos, abraços no convés à lua cheia, brilhos na costa ao longe. E beijos, muitos. Bem molhados.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; display: none;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: black;">Não lembrar dos que se foram, não desejar o que não se tem e talvez nem se terá</span></b><span style="color: black; display: none;"> </span><span style="color: black;">, não discutir, nem vingar-se, e temperar tudo isso com chás, de preferência ingleses, cristais de gengibre, gotas de codeína, se a barra pesar, vinhos, conhaques - tudo isso ajuda a atravessar agosto.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 14.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-8573582283598349662011-08-19T19:22:00.000-07:002011-08-19T19:22:15.192-07:00<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ESTE LIVRO</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Meu filho. Não é automatismo. Juro. É jazz do</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">coração. É prosa que dá prêmio. Um tea for two</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">total, tilintar de verdade que você seduz, charmeur</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">volante, pela pista, a toda. Enfie a carapuça.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E cante.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Puro açúcar branco e blue.</span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ana Cristina César. </span></b><br />
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Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-42303578590524324732011-08-19T19:18:00.000-07:002011-08-19T19:18:13.391-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">treze de outubro </span>- Angelica Freitas<br />
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escrever um poema sem calor em são paulo<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">um poema sem ação: sem carros, sem avenida paulista<br />
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quando eu morava na augusta, escrevia poemas sobre a augusta<br />
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a augusta não me deixava dormir<br />
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<b>(escrever um poema em que se durma na augusta<br />
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e sobretudo, escrever um poema sobre dormir<br />
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sem você.)</b> esta é a primavera fajuta da delicadeza<br />
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(não consigo terminar este poema).</span>Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-68341150454416138792011-07-12T16:24:00.000-07:002011-07-12T16:24:49.861-07:00Doze de julho. :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-au3qFqEfkeY/ThzXOEkCkaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/eUTiJ6lEuUM/s1600/tumblr_lmoi0wIVPn1qf75j7o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-au3qFqEfkeY/ThzXOEkCkaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/eUTiJ6lEuUM/s400/tumblr_lmoi0wIVPn1qf75j7o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-83209918502276594522011-07-11T14:52:00.000-07:002011-07-11T14:52:17.175-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLosSHY5dvg/ThtwOQ0VYYI/AAAAAAAAARM/iuQCCnR7Qnc/s1600/tumblr_lnnzppZgsZ1qfe7aio1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLosSHY5dvg/ThtwOQ0VYYI/AAAAAAAAARM/iuQCCnR7Qnc/s400/tumblr_lnnzppZgsZ1qfe7aio1_500.jpg" width="366" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;">"Como aqueles casais que soltam as mãos pra vencer divididos o poste de luz na rua, eu pensei que</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">seria mais fácil me desvencilhar de você antes do primeiro obstáculo</span></b><span style="line-height: 115%;">. Que, ok, havíamos nos encontrado por acaso, cruzado olhares guardados, mas nada que me atasse à você além de um laço bem feito, bonito, desses de presente, mas frágil, que se desfaz com um singelo puxão, e que se eu resolvesse rebentá-lo, seria isso e pronto."</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><i>Gabito Nunes</i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-80991785576120624182011-07-11T14:48:00.001-07:002011-07-11T14:48:24.163-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YihE88zgIOU/ThtvYbh2lsI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rxy8nWL1uWY/s1600/0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YihE88zgIOU/ThtvYbh2lsI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rxy8nWL1uWY/s400/0.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-81097878785322791792011-07-11T14:45:00.001-07:002011-07-11T14:45:51.035-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpzRmezdols/Thtu4oJq1dI/AAAAAAAAARE/UojvSiXcZp8/s1600/217339_101194673300900_100002311022978_6399_257795_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpzRmezdols/Thtu4oJq1dI/AAAAAAAAARE/UojvSiXcZp8/s400/217339_101194673300900_100002311022978_6399_257795_n.jpg" width="328" /></a></div>Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-86603518975480401362011-07-07T10:46:00.001-07:002011-07-07T10:46:44.943-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>2011, segundo tempo.</b></span></div>Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-84573578276376474772011-07-02T12:51:00.001-07:002011-07-02T12:51:58.945-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QRZA36HgPFM/Tg92kcYaTeI/AAAAAAAAARA/9mAfm9F_yq4/s1600/tumblr_ll192hsmWL1qzgh73o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QRZA36HgPFM/Tg92kcYaTeI/AAAAAAAAARA/9mAfm9F_yq4/s400/tumblr_ll192hsmWL1qzgh73o1_500_large.jpg" width="327" /></a></div>Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-66437516166589339922011-07-02T12:43:00.000-07:002011-07-02T12:49:09.910-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfKSdiRetAs/Tg92CWn3K9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/x_Imus3nCb0/s1600/tumblr_l9w6xflOin1qe6tgao1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfKSdiRetAs/Tg92CWn3K9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/x_Imus3nCb0/s400/tumblr_l9w6xflOin1qe6tgao1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; page-break-after: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody2"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "lucida grande","serif"; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><em></em></span></span></span></span></h6><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Taras, versos, tortas de palmito e risadas são tudo o que eu posso oferecer. E trovões, muitos trovões."</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Gabito Nunes</span></em><br />
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<h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; page-break-after: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="color: black;"><em><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody2"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "lucida grande","serif"; mso-ansi-language: PT;"></span></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "lucida grande","serif"; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></em></span> </h6>Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593859735414681349.post-83200046025947325362011-07-01T19:04:00.001-07:002011-07-01T19:04:08.916-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dpk1ZvmRD8U/Tg58F4lfI8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fSEUsbgKesA/s1600/99c8262f9c23f8732c89409867375b3b32bb25f7_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dpk1ZvmRD8U/Tg58F4lfI8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fSEUsbgKesA/s400/99c8262f9c23f8732c89409867375b3b32bb25f7_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Antonio Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228623585478319969noreply@blogger.com1