tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32556971020194027102024-03-13T14:35:31.626-07:00catarse controladaLeonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-44854222738419931742012-08-15T21:34:00.002-07:002012-08-15T22:51:29.672-07:00This blog has been murderedO endereço de Leonardo Villa-Forte na web agora será <a href="http://www.leovillaforte.wordpress.com/">www.leovillaforte.wordpress.com</a><br />
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Um abraço,<br />
até logo,<br />
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<br />Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-72099051473838698092012-02-01T09:38:00.000-08:002012-02-01T09:38:29.011-08:00Canção silenteO dó atrasado<br />
O ré incorreto<br />
O mi excessivo<br />
O fá defasado<br />
O sol escondido<br />
O lá inalcançável<br />
O si precavido<br />
<br />
O dó moribundo<br />
O ré subtraído<br />
O mi embaraçado<br />
O fá barrigudo<br />
O sol excitado<br />
O lá aguardado<br />
O si surpreendido<br />
<br />
O dó marinado<br />
O ré inconfesso<br />
O mi estardalhaço<br />
O fá descompasso<br />
O sol mormaço<br />
O lá vislumbrado<br />
O si partido<br />
<br />
O dó sepulto<br />
O ré espancado<br />
O mi vaiado<br />
O fá deslocado<br />
O sol acamado<br />
O lá sumido<br />
O si distribuído<br />
<br />Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-54977178228173798312012-01-23T15:17:00.001-08:002012-02-01T09:08:26.769-08:00O início, nunca percebi.<br />
O fim, nunca chegou.Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-18123199447642277462012-01-06T21:20:00.000-08:002012-01-23T15:16:23.538-08:00A bateria está acabando, irmão. Daqui a pouco nos vemos aí fora.<br />
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<br />Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-77503509812171106022011-12-18T12:18:00.000-08:002011-12-18T12:18:26.166-08:00que dia lindo<br />
mas tenho que trabalhar<br />
ontem também fez um dia lindo<br />
tive que aproveitar<br />
hoje tenho que outras coisas<br />
tenho que trabalhar<br />
já disse, não?<br />
tenho que trabalhar<br />
por favor, não me convide para aproveitar o dia lindo<br />
além de trabalhar hoje<br />
temo que se aproveitar o dia não estarei em condições de trabalhar amanhã<br />
então hoje me serve por dois dias<br />
para trabalhar hoje e trabalhar amanhã<br />
mas ontem aproveitei<br />
aproveitei tão bem que não valeu por um ou por dois dias<br />
mas por um momento<br />
agora tenho que trabalhar<br />
nos falamos depois<br />
está tudo bemLeonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-62371758626722870202011-12-06T11:11:00.001-08:002012-02-01T09:14:01.321-08:00Nos sonhos<br />
pinto como Vincent Dalí<br />
danço como Michael Baryshnikov<br />
escrevo como Franz Beckett<br />
olho como Wislawa Foucault<br />
não levo a sério como Woody Seinfeld<br />
componho como Chico McCartney<br />
e ouço calado<br />
<br />Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-44487347757306393312011-11-16T05:26:00.001-08:002011-11-16T05:31:18.736-08:00esbarro num homem: não mais um homem: matéria em excesso, no lugar errado.<br />
um homem é uma coluna que escolheu estar no meu caminho.<br />
e a coluna: como poderia dizer "uma coluna que errou"?<br />
coluna é linha reta<br />
na natureza não há linha reta<br />
linha reta é mão do homem<br />
mas quero seguir em linha reta<br />
e esbarro no homemLeonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-19107834383847571592011-10-24T12:23:00.000-07:002011-10-25T05:07:47.800-07:00One stands in his snug<br />
The other steps in the street<br />
One hears the tapping keyboards<br />
The other hears the agitation<br />
and accelerates, his veins swell,<br />
walking, marching, running<br />
so close, so close<br />
people, people<br />
all silent around the one in the snug<br />
who continues tapping<br />
tap-tap-tapping<br />
fierce fingers<br />
in his hands<br />
in his<br />
his?<br />
The other stands in the middle<br />
not in the snug<br />
the middle of the crowd<br />
And shouts:<br />
"We want what we want!"<br />
And it's like the other hears him<br />
a strange expression in his face<br />
in his<br />
his?<br />
fingers tapdancing<br />
taken, taken, demonic<br />
"We have won"<br />
he reads<br />
what he wrote<br />
"We have won"<br />
"Just to be here, it's a victory"<br />
says the other to the crowd<br />
someone asks "What do we want?"<br />
But yes, the word is powerful: a victory<br />
So it's not so wrong<br />
"We have won"<br />
Yes... "we have won"<br />
Slam enter key<br />
and a second later<br />
"how strong a defeated promising battle<br />
hits us at our sleep?<br />
for how long a frustration<br />
retain us sleepwalking?"<br />
there's no coming back<br />
the risk to get a little better<br />
is the risk to get far worse<br />
a scenario where we celebrate<br />
and the other oh so quiet<br />
as the snug where one stands<br />
<br />
<br />
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<br />Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-83673348655014221502011-10-22T19:57:00.000-07:002011-10-22T19:57:02.103-07:00a friend's birthday<br />
what a inconvenient occasion<br />
a friend should be celebrated<br />
at all hours<br />
everyday<br />
in silence.<br />
"So, this day, you have to congratulate your friend"<br />
no, the very being of this friend<br />
congratulates me<br />
for - as said - being his friend<br />
and each time I meet him<br />
I smile<br />
and each time I do not meet him<br />
but remember him<br />
carry him with me<br />
I smile the same smile<br />
and it's like I was with him for a brief moment<br />
a tiny wind<br />
filled with his body movements<br />
the way he stands<br />
his body balance<br />
here and there as he speaks<br />
cuts phrases and finish sentences without a clear conclusion<br />
and the weight he carries on his shoulders<br />
a short laugh to release it<br />
a long one when stoned<br />
dizzy gaze<br />
and the highly-renewed surmises<br />
about how everything's wrong<br />
and how we're a part of the turning it right<br />
despite all our laziness<br />
which also explains why sometimes I don't go to friend's birthdays<br />
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<br />Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-56951209252486018842011-10-22T17:13:00.000-07:002011-10-22T17:13:44.828-07:00to be at your place<br />
feels like to be at my place<br />
when you're not around<br />
but it's so cruel to say that<br />
it makes me wonder<br />
how could you build a place<br />
so alike as my own<br />
if I had this one<br />
of my own<br />
with the same white thin shelves<br />
the balcony<br />
left-sided bed lamp<br />
How could you build a place<br />
that seems so right for me<br />
I mean:<br />
so right for you, so right for me<br />
really something strange<br />
or perhaps I just made myself comfortable<br />
here<br />
as you were<br />
building this place<br />
as we were<br />
here<br />
in this building<br />
of ours<br />Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-51870665636807887712011-10-21T15:33:00.000-07:002011-10-22T19:32:14.170-07:00A new day has rised<br />
with all its new contents<br />
and all its old contents<br />
while I still try to find<br />
if I am yesterdays's me<br />
or today's me<br />
and what exactly is the difference<br />
which by the way they say<br />
"it's huge!"<br />
and I look at my arms<br />
they're the same size they were yesterday<br />
and I look at my legs<br />
they're the same size they were yesterday<br />
I look at my fingers<br />
they're the same size<br />
Yesterday's size<br />
So I look back at then<br />
as stylish as I can<br />
and I say<br />
"What's the big news, pal?"<br />
and they, with big eyes<br />
"The possibilities, all these possibilities!"<br />
they scream, they yell<br />
and they cry<br />
they cry as if they would vanish<br />
if they didn't cry<br />
And I say<br />
- as stylish as I can get, again -<br />
"I'm sorry, pal, these so called<br />
possibilities<br />
have not reached my brain"<br />
Their faces, all of then, suspicious<br />
They look at my forehead<br />
my eyes, my chewing gum mouth<br />
ready to spit and chew<br />
spit at their feet<br />
And they get superior<br />
"Yes, they have,<br />
these possibilites,<br />
today, you've got to choose<br />
And you choose to ignore"<br />
"Guess I'll die as the dumbest man alive"<br />
I say<br />
"As you all will get smarter<br />
I'll get dumber<br />
and dumber<br />
and dumber<br />
Till' I get so dumb<br />
and you so smart<br />
that we'll definitely meet."<br />
So I walk through them<br />
without knowing<br />
where my legs can take me<br />
And I see their faces<br />
And they also don't know<br />
But they are together<br />
And I am together<br />
with me<br />
my future<br />
and the smell of wet grass growing beneath moist rocks<br />
that just isn't there<br />
and I bring back from years past<br />
to wave my hand<br />
farewell <br />
it's been a very unique day.Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-43312185266500628792011-08-18T12:12:00.000-07:002011-10-21T15:55:43.828-07:00Não se ouve só com o ouvidoO homem põe-se a falar<br />
diz coisas sobre o fascínio,<br />
a chance<br />
e a sorte<br />
Nós saímos preocupados<br />
Quando antes ouvimos<br />
de maneira tão franca<br />
falarem sobre o declínio,<br />
o sangue<br />
e a morte?<br />
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<br />
<br />
<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gT7X4Q8dWYs">videopoema do texto acima, feito com Maria Beatriz Machado</a>Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-3123880146461450042011-07-23T08:41:00.000-07:002011-10-21T14:32:18.928-07:00Um mistérioApós seguidas noites de disputa, o conflito entre Blorg e seu pai se resolveria. Blorg não mais duelaria pelo poder sobre o controle remoto; não, a batalha agora estava resolvida: Blorg voltaria-se aos livros.<br />
Os livros não eram objetos concorridos. O terceiro elemento da casa, a mãe, durante uma época tivera gosto pela leitura, mas essa era uma época remota. Agora, sempre que carregava um livro numa mão, na outra segurava um espanador.<br />
Já para o pai, de controle remoto em punho e o conforto alojado nos banhas, a existência daquela estante era um mistério cuja razão de ser ele nunca compreendeu (claro, assim são os mistérios).<br />
Blorg o superaria, tomando coragem, uma coragem louca e absurda, para desvelar - e provar que havia - um sentido para aquela estante.Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-56118335262107672652011-05-30T12:13:00.000-07:002011-05-30T12:13:05.614-07:00Cortar:<br />
Zás!<br />
Cortar:<br />
Zás!<br />
Cortar:<br />
Zás!<br />
CortarZás.<br />
Cortázar.Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-8147251056797388302011-05-16T10:33:00.000-07:002011-05-16T10:33:49.817-07:00e por aqui<br />
nada de noveau<br />
a não ser as não visitas<br />
da minha vó<br />
e do meu avôLeonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-68787910603679244262011-03-18T20:22:00.000-07:002011-03-18T20:22:49.533-07:00Já disse o quanto eu te amo?<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo seu sorriso</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo seu olhos verdes</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo suas covinhas</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo seu sorriso (já disse?)</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo suas mãos</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">E adoro sua massagem </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo seu jeito animado</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo dançar com você</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo quando a gente fica horas conversando e você diz que eu falo rápido</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo quando você me despenteia</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo seu cabelo!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo ouvir sua voz </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo quando você assopra na minha orelha</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo quando você me apresenta todas as coisas</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Te admirar</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Você me faz feliz! </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo te ter na minha vida</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amo você</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Feliz aniversário, </span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">e muita saúde!</span></span>Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-6054885618085737512010-12-21T10:24:00.000-08:002011-03-18T19:37:06.164-07:00Representar, verter o que existe: de que tratam as palavras?<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span lang="PT" style="font-size: small;">Palavras: representação do mundo, entendimento ou entortar, jogar no branco para o branco virar outro, o mundo virar outro.</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span lang="PT" style="font-size: small;">O mundo: o mundo.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span lang="PT" style="font-size: small;">À frente, o branco.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span lang="PT" style="font-size: small;">Dos lados, acima, abaixo, entrando por entre todos os cantos: o mundo. À frente, o branco.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span lang="PT" style="font-size: small;">O mundo não muda quando o branco se suja. O sujo no branco é que cria outro mundo. Diferente daquele que entra por todos os cantos. Aquele que diz: a palavra é outra coisa que não eu. A palavra, abrigo-a em mim, com muito zelo, pois é dela querer escapar. Não a confundas, ela não é representação, se o fosse, seria impossível, simplesmente não haveria. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span lang="PT" style="font-size: small;">Conserto: Palavra não representa, palavra é outra coisa.</span></div>Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-53402161082419047492010-11-16T04:25:00.001-08:002011-04-28T11:51:21.501-07:00Um testemunho 2<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">piu piu.</span></div>Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-31078566117704759962010-10-08T09:19:00.000-07:002011-03-18T19:40:42.641-07:00Se há<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Você não quer</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">que eu faça isso</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Eu faço</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">isso</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">é feito</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">como deve ser</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">feito.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Como você pode dizer</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">que não</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">deve ser feito,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">se há</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">um modo de fazer</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">isso?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div></div>Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-81596450962372167412010-09-15T09:23:00.000-07:002011-03-18T19:41:49.281-07:00Homem e mulher passam pelo pavilhão dos cancerosos; um poema de Gottfried Benn<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">O homem:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nesta fila aqui estão ventres apodrecidos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">e nesta está o peito apodrecido.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lado a lado camas malcheirosas. As enfermeiras revezam-se a cada hora.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Vem, levanta sem medo esta coberta.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Vê, esse monte de gordura e sumos putrefatos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">para um homem um dia já foi tudo,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">também foi êxtase, lar.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Vem, olha esta cicatriz no peito.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sentes o rosário de pontos moles?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Toca, sem medo. A carne é mole e não dói.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Esta aqui sangra como se de trinta corpos.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ninguém tem tanto sangue.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Desta aqui ainda tiraram</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">um filho do ventre canceroso.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Deixa-se que durmam. Dia e noite. — Aos novos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">diz-se: aqui o sono cura. — Só aos domingos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">para as visitas podem estar mais despertos.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Já se come pouco. As costas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">são feridas. Vês as moscas. Às vezes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">a enfermeira lava. Como se lavam bancos.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aqui o solo já incha em torno de cada leito.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 29.2pt 0pt 27pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Carne nivela-se à terra. Brasa vai-se embora.</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">Sumo começa a correr. Terra chama. </span><br />
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255697102019402710.post-82322031984085973712010-08-10T08:45:00.000-07:002011-03-18T19:43:10.806-07:00Um testemunho<link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CLeonardo%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style>
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</style> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">não vi. fugi.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">mas eu disse que era bonito.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">também disse que era perigoso.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">medroso.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">deslumbrado.</span><br />
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</style><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: small;">...quando você ouve uma canção - "I´ll be there"- cujo refrão é essa mesma frase curta repetida por vezes de um modo extramente doce e tocante - I´ll be there - e você pode ouvi-la tanto na voz de uma criança quanto na voz de um adulto - eles são os mesmos - e isso quer dizer: a música é verdade: I´ll be there - he is there as a child - I´ll be there - he is there as a grown up man. </span><br />
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He did not lie. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mas então, se ele está aí, por que você chora?</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He will not be there as an old man.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But still he did not lie.</span></div><br />
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</style><span style="font-family: Garamond;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">geral mente.</span><o:p></o:p></span> Leonardo Villa-Fortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456012247349519181noreply@blogger.com0