tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53872344768442832792024-03-12T19:52:49.140-07:00Miragem, conversaçõesUm espaço...para não se pensar, não se falar, um espaço para atravessar... um espaço miragem, um ensaio, uma imagem, a que quiser...de qualquer conversação.Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comBlogger147125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-63661154404045355132012-02-22T08:16:00.002-08:002012-02-22T08:16:14.407-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbRLjCCpIWbF3MF7x6CNcNsrln0M4ygZW9RRRUgmWK9E1skKbCxCzyiwfdlyutjiNU-uRMtU13wBW-FJHtMBDsO5bt0P9HPKLmJgdkMSzuinSsYgvcqsFkvvTu9nNoDTe5MCdgiBQtg/s1600/untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbRLjCCpIWbF3MF7x6CNcNsrln0M4ygZW9RRRUgmWK9E1skKbCxCzyiwfdlyutjiNU-uRMtU13wBW-FJHtMBDsO5bt0P9HPKLmJgdkMSzuinSsYgvcqsFkvvTu9nNoDTe5MCdgiBQtg/s320/untitled.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O QUE PODE SER DESTRUÍDO MERECE SÊ-LO.</span></div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-63175506437870516312011-11-21T13:17:00.000-08:002011-11-21T13:17:06.966-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2aJ7NmMGELrWLtWUurqT5ysPecimV9YES8Lw3Dh_SrP7lonrV6oE1yAU7mX1J0NGNCxLmqmVf6bvkhItCyIo8423zKhqDA7AXf45m1aGQ2MKOvgB3hyphenhyphenC4rJK9-pa0zV3D497ry1MAA/s1600/Dogville.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2aJ7NmMGELrWLtWUurqT5ysPecimV9YES8Lw3Dh_SrP7lonrV6oE1yAU7mX1J0NGNCxLmqmVf6bvkhItCyIo8423zKhqDA7AXf45m1aGQ2MKOvgB3hyphenhyphenC4rJK9-pa0zV3D497ry1MAA/s320/Dogville.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Casa, quarto, banheiro, muro, sala... São somente linhas e alinhamentos. Quem quer uma borracha?Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-26347515303580102562011-11-02T15:58:00.000-07:002011-11-02T15:58:02.722-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3x03CnUALbz-C-1rUxJJdB6xJiY3iqyXZGwXFki-Yt3qnd4kpT3rQ2U_7rLQsXWdY0YA9OE7yZZ_L-XunUrFY6NMu9fAvMJMoO7HU3LJ-dZnbCORROvSpKXzFg5NyOOqAS0RHmrUWeQ/s1600/B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3x03CnUALbz-C-1rUxJJdB6xJiY3iqyXZGwXFki-Yt3qnd4kpT3rQ2U_7rLQsXWdY0YA9OE7yZZ_L-XunUrFY6NMu9fAvMJMoO7HU3LJ-dZnbCORROvSpKXzFg5NyOOqAS0RHmrUWeQ/s1600/B.jpg" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">DELE+UZE+B+JORK+TRIER+</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">Que pode uma criatura
senão,<br />
entre criaturas, amar?<br />
amar e esquecer,<br />
amar e malamar,<br />
amar, desamar, amar?<br />
sempre, e até de olhos vidrados, amar?</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">Que pode, pergunto, o
ser amoroso,<br />
sozinho, em rotação universal, senão<br />
rodar também, e amar?<br />
amar o que o mar traz à praia,<br />
e o que ele sepulta, e o que, na brisa marinha,<br />
é sal, ou precisão de amor, ou simples ânsia?</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">Amar solenemente as
palmas do deserto,<br />
o que é entrega ou adoração expectante,<br />
e amar o inóspito, o áspero,<br />
um vaso sem flor, um chão de ferro,<br />
e o peito inerte, e a rua vista em sonho, e uma ave de rapina.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">Este o nosso destino:
amor sem conta,<br />
distribuído pelas coisas pérfidas ou nulas,<br />
doação ilimitada a uma completa ingratidão,<br />
e na concha vazia do amor a procura medrosa,<br />
paciente, de mais e mais amor.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Amar a nossa falta mesma
de amor, e na secura nossa<br />
amar a água implícita, e o beijo tácito, e a sede infinita.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">AMARANDRADE+EUEELE</span></div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-31756490667418173072011-09-29T16:26:00.000-07:002011-09-29T16:27:00.476-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nó</div>
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Nudo</div>
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Des nó</div>
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Desnudo</div>
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Nú</div>
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O que cobre o corpo são nós. </div>
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Por isso, me desnudo em
espanhol...</div>
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DuMaS+Eu</div>
Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-27792398536937782332011-09-21T16:30:00.000-07:002011-09-21T16:30:38.739-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amigos: melhor tê-los em bando... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">SIL+GONZA+DOTXE+RAMIX+VAXIM+XO</span></div>
Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-72182114045989000832011-08-28T18:16:00.000-07:002011-08-28T18:16:02.702-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">.Essas palavras que escrevo me protegem da completa loucura.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8SZet21lA08Kx7kR4Ewe_srLbPN-9SfM3iULTWV-xgUeVOwtTyZC42YIlA4nEMs8Kz2mTR9eGkD1t7Z-QYvyyJ72BHvRYkpL-gwPN7FV_Yc99PQa0Bz_2I-WFDT0IQOksbqRyXKAnw/s1600/loc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8SZet21lA08Kx7kR4Ewe_srLbPN-9SfM3iULTWV-xgUeVOwtTyZC42YIlA4nEMs8Kz2mTR9eGkD1t7Z-QYvyyJ72BHvRYkpL-gwPN7FV_Yc99PQa0Bz_2I-WFDT0IQOksbqRyXKAnw/s1600/loc.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">Bukowski+fotoenviadapornina,obrigado,nina</span></div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-20635106502301952992011-08-25T13:06:00.000-07:002011-08-25T13:06:55.563-07:00<div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCviE76mKGN_7lg5aeaeZmv181Pvhft633d1eku8zgLQFpGh-87XhAmAvOZO1C1L6tsvZXtQnZu5F2ctyu-YIJtTOQskOFcO-lnJDIGkEyGYb7eIwoCWtiVjKnCj5nTb8Kn7BKqbYpA/s1600/BANKSY.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643101169254951410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCviE76mKGN_7lg5aeaeZmv181Pvhft633d1eku8zgLQFpGh-87XhAmAvOZO1C1L6tsvZXtQnZu5F2ctyu-YIJtTOQskOFcO-lnJDIGkEyGYb7eIwoCWtiVjKnCj5nTb8Kn7BKqbYpA/s200/BANKSY.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 134px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
<div>No mais, mesmo, da mesmice, sempre vem a novidade.</div><div>RoSa+BaNkSy</div><div></div></div></div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-44427045417533399212011-08-07T17:09:00.000-07:002011-08-07T17:18:17.712-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBbd5eDJls4G4sZSEbLmuIMBMHx0VqteofXrBLnCV9uBPQ4PX3c1vYipmYvE38EWviV7qQrHZ8fFvwptMVjogh10Ouqd-fp9aDfKdrGqNCE82u81kwWkQMrzJeULaT__uD0j2gzVm6w/s1600/MM.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638272770613987874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBbd5eDJls4G4sZSEbLmuIMBMHx0VqteofXrBLnCV9uBPQ4PX3c1vYipmYvE38EWviV7qQrHZ8fFvwptMVjogh10Ouqd-fp9aDfKdrGqNCE82u81kwWkQMrzJeULaT__uD0j2gzVm6w/s200/MM.jpg" border="0" /></a> Onde quer que se viva, sempre parece o centro do mundo!<br />FrAnCiS+eSCheR=costurasentrenós,imagemefrase,juanymarcelo.<br /></div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-2113967769716528592011-08-01T05:15:00.001-07:002011-08-01T05:16:32.485-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimlAt0iu-k8GuLmXcIZ0whaZGT3bBTK5ov0wjcl87FLlLFij653LiLI5-12ewJQOkY01PmRBFYiCbZSm-WM_Pet6qrCkXOQqJOPIFhkx7sdCX-bM1bCcjMrolXQS6C4e1KcTIDifUnLQ/s1600/peyton+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635860278804586770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimlAt0iu-k8GuLmXcIZ0whaZGT3bBTK5ov0wjcl87FLlLFij653LiLI5-12ewJQOkY01PmRBFYiCbZSm-WM_Pet6qrCkXOQqJOPIFhkx7sdCX-bM1bCcjMrolXQS6C4e1KcTIDifUnLQ/s200/peyton+5.jpg" border="0" /></a> Esperar é reconhecer-se incompleto.<br />PEytoN+roSA<br /></div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-86839322118699283812011-07-26T16:59:00.000-07:002011-07-26T17:04:08.640-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9rTgvtNjVAvj3O0iYEigH36NECJ4APGE8ADOD0BKmZZUqSsGgUpJVTGAQswuY0DLvBs19UfoqB42XW1bdfDrh7RT2PhDqAjTEo73GJEYeBBsU_sxeS48iqIooE7qA9c2A4Q_1dXIGw/s1600/SEVERINO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633816124136276562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9rTgvtNjVAvj3O0iYEigH36NECJ4APGE8ADOD0BKmZZUqSsGgUpJVTGAQswuY0DLvBs19UfoqB42XW1bdfDrh7RT2PhDqAjTEo73GJEYeBBsU_sxeS48iqIooE7qA9c2A4Q_1dXIGw/s200/SEVERINO.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Um bom poeta pode fazer uma alma despedaçada voar.</div><br /><div>BuKoWsKi+sEvErInO=cabral, o bom poeta...</div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-35304729099743580282011-07-19T17:45:00.000-07:002011-07-19T18:07:29.517-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmH_hknSjGR5U7H-OkYvMb7mcmgWNOGKlZwZ-Anvs7KBBFeJ7yVBEXQp6WGzjiqeSyAPnhP1_y3Ts6tOpGm5YI9-3GM5FduLXCoTCiCJLinqLwDhiC5Ga7KMiPQI7iOFKxHf8lPiTMQ/s1600/leo+2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631234614805644210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmH_hknSjGR5U7H-OkYvMb7mcmgWNOGKlZwZ-Anvs7KBBFeJ7yVBEXQp6WGzjiqeSyAPnhP1_y3Ts6tOpGm5YI9-3GM5FduLXCoTCiCJLinqLwDhiC5Ga7KMiPQI7iOFKxHf8lPiTMQ/s200/leo+2.bmp" border="0" /></a> Um dia de chuva é tão belo como um dia de sol.<br /><br /><div align="center">Ambos existem; cada um como é. </div><br /><div align="center">CaEiRo+lEo</div></div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-42522521098257850692011-07-09T17:37:00.000-07:002011-07-09T17:48:25.588-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBf6ldktLNRu3q5doUa_Jq2NGP2huDPnB4UNoPV5jYlJ4BuFj1WQ_w8Vq2Uj8SNW7MEBTREIvyC7U3Ke6Qsy-2hGkBA0VHdXl6LPH3xgxi2IkupnDMEZBDOmhTeafDt1u6Rw3AJWGvQA/s1600/salgado+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627519079302270082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBf6ldktLNRu3q5doUa_Jq2NGP2huDPnB4UNoPV5jYlJ4BuFj1WQ_w8Vq2Uj8SNW7MEBTREIvyC7U3Ke6Qsy-2hGkBA0VHdXl6LPH3xgxi2IkupnDMEZBDOmhTeafDt1u6Rw3AJWGvQA/s200/salgado+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Se todo animal inspira ternura, o que houve, então, com os homens?</div><br /><br /><div>rOsA+sAlGaDo</div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-92184693840417358472011-07-01T17:51:00.000-07:002011-07-01T18:05:32.631-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25Mv20xVeHcnRWDv2KfIiDRPE_qbeBS6Bc12KGxh64Pl0JVap2zmgJKJ8LSVLxhPskOUCUY3iCod5D8kb7_UGvglV_LekH_2MXnuQqX6OkmOko6n2kRZDYovE8rHuv179vwJIsUL8oQ/s1600/cartier-breson-angels.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624554751496726530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25Mv20xVeHcnRWDv2KfIiDRPE_qbeBS6Bc12KGxh64Pl0JVap2zmgJKJ8LSVLxhPskOUCUY3iCod5D8kb7_UGvglV_LekH_2MXnuQqX6OkmOko6n2kRZDYovE8rHuv179vwJIsUL8oQ/s200/cartier-breson-angels.jpg" border="0" /></a> Só se pode viver perto de outro, e conhecer outra pessoa, sem perigo de ódio, se a gente tem amor. Qualquer amor já é um pouquinho de saúde, um descanso na loucura.<br />BrEsSoN+rOsA<br /></div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-32536370881315008612011-06-20T18:05:00.000-07:002011-06-20T18:07:28.948-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVWuKsDiyjjljcvNjekNM9jqHuTDMdX7Y1m9lwS5qs1VPVOek3gezuDQYcEyxdQGJr6NjoOIbBFQ5aoywz3IVo0SZ_RHXsAOoD7w2NQ7cAOGeZwLV2EqwdAtn8_hVGZ2g4h6TbfxMLA/s1600/peyton+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620473390647304914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVWuKsDiyjjljcvNjekNM9jqHuTDMdX7Y1m9lwS5qs1VPVOek3gezuDQYcEyxdQGJr6NjoOIbBFQ5aoywz3IVo0SZ_RHXsAOoD7w2NQ7cAOGeZwLV2EqwdAtn8_hVGZ2g4h6TbfxMLA/s200/peyton+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>"Nunca me senti só. Gosto de estar comigo mesmo. Sou a melhor forma de entretenimento que posso encontrar.”</div><br /><br /><div>BuKoWsKi+PeYtOn</div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-29421876123306144902011-06-15T13:16:00.000-07:002011-06-15T13:31:58.788-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPnFi3IuoeYJhrePcYNBs90pdRqlK1viNrdrkomgaHyTvjrmvV_Q1rlv4-H8Pr8xLtLKWP9r9CLFxkKMZxvdO9EIjRDdtt0EKDaKjP8XjgJ0Uid3wtePlBb9m4PkcYFwFGhYnc8ZPfMg/s1600/TEXTOIMAGEM.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618546877995781586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPnFi3IuoeYJhrePcYNBs90pdRqlK1viNrdrkomgaHyTvjrmvV_Q1rlv4-H8Pr8xLtLKWP9r9CLFxkKMZxvdO9EIjRDdtt0EKDaKjP8XjgJ0Uid3wtePlBb9m4PkcYFwFGhYnc8ZPfMg/s200/TEXTOIMAGEM.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div align="center">UMA MIRAGEM POR SEMANA... </div><br /><br /><p align="center">Aceito textos para se costurarem às minhas imagens... </p><br /><p align="center">Aceito imagens para se costurarem aos meus textos...</p><br /><p align="center">Aceito-textos-meus-seus-mirar-imagens... conversações!</p><br /><p align="center">"Ah, não há saudades mais dolorosas do que as das coisas que nunca foram!"<br />SOARES+ExCrItUrA</p>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-79420409042435213142010-11-17T06:20:00.000-08:002010-11-17T06:27:06.904-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wIsEQPjLKPJg0Auq4N6_3fpd6W_t7_56fyWOf8brlXt9iYs_FV83e4UzaOy1ck_3msXmVz6_10ngLWXoXxGzh9MLKJzeLDJqxBJNGkqM29zkaDXbiEPS2uMyCP5jZnvOkZncFcO1pw/s1600/retirante-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540524934569532930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wIsEQPjLKPJg0Auq4N6_3fpd6W_t7_56fyWOf8brlXt9iYs_FV83e4UzaOy1ck_3msXmVz6_10ngLWXoXxGzh9MLKJzeLDJqxBJNGkqM29zkaDXbiEPS2uMyCP5jZnvOkZncFcO1pw/s200/retirante-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Aos leitores e habitantes dessa miragem...<br /><br />É tempo de parar um pouco. De interromper a miragem... para que não se torne imagem.<br />Voltaremos a caminhar por ela no próximo ano.<br />Continuo no rizoma, na SOPA e no bloguecomomeunome.<br /><br /><br />Até...Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-47515727208775727222010-10-15T17:13:00.000-07:002010-10-15T17:31:25.609-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDGF_lfDv9XxYoMtoyX-ShUX_wdsi4g6magJMMuZJf46HmIH-VRQVLJnhuq3GLxTp6FWFPoRmNFNPWFpRuF7RQf0sGzsklmPu___qKODpJQG3brsTgf18TzqU75VoFJea_AsCo6kbYw/s1600/frida-kahlo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528434812151387538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDGF_lfDv9XxYoMtoyX-ShUX_wdsi4g6magJMMuZJf46HmIH-VRQVLJnhuq3GLxTp6FWFPoRmNFNPWFpRuF7RQf0sGzsklmPu___qKODpJQG3brsTgf18TzqU75VoFJea_AsCo6kbYw/s200/frida-kahlo.jpg" border="0" /></a> ...pensei que conseguisse!<br />mas fui tomado pela saudade da miragem.<br />Serei-a-miragem?<br />Seu canto me segue. Sigo o seu canto.<br />pensei em conseguir.<br />mas agora não quero mais.<br />Sou assim: meio indelicado com quereres...<br /></div><div align="center">FR-EU-DA...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-84223607944065994062010-09-21T07:50:00.000-07:002010-09-21T07:53:45.556-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyI_xv7rAAULmESqITOUlVuhHb7hl90uJ25eltcYuD1cRCCSpFT0v9JSq1AGeZoYGMecnS6sbYrL2S0RpF8eWDBazq1iqiZOBRgLjKLcO0xB8QFgFNno3NG9W2BxWa14NISn9CLotrWQ/s1600/LEGER.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519379925633688418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyI_xv7rAAULmESqITOUlVuhHb7hl90uJ25eltcYuD1cRCCSpFT0v9JSq1AGeZoYGMecnS6sbYrL2S0RpF8eWDBazq1iqiZOBRgLjKLcO0xB8QFgFNno3NG9W2BxWa14NISn9CLotrWQ/s200/LEGER.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center">Hay manos capaces de fabricar herramientasCon las que se hacen maquinas para hacer ordenadoresQue a su vez diseñan maquinas que hacen herramientasPara que las use la mano.</div>DREXLER+LÉGER<br /></div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-63838424517069869092010-09-11T16:04:00.000-07:002010-09-11T16:09:43.597-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBzv0R7T-rhK1P6liA00HApLdcdPJVtR1A4kxS1lpjOdqx8YVMH5mWsLgj-AN6DxFjauMrxAQn5r4DsJ3WdzcXF6JtEss8EV6IHch8Eo-TqCTV5RGEl9tdhB4uqQsNNyXfv5J5ZMcmw/s1600/SALGADO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515796911112367282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBzv0R7T-rhK1P6liA00HApLdcdPJVtR1A4kxS1lpjOdqx8YVMH5mWsLgj-AN6DxFjauMrxAQn5r4DsJ3WdzcXF6JtEss8EV6IHch8Eo-TqCTV5RGEl9tdhB4uqQsNNyXfv5J5ZMcmw/s200/SALGADO.jpg" border="0" /></a> Se aprende en la escuela, se olvida en la guerra,<br />un hijo te vuelve a enseñar...<br /><br /><br />Toda victoria es nada<br />Toda vida es sagrada<br />DREXLER+SALGADO<br /></div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-19983605601712102592010-09-01T15:06:00.000-07:002010-09-01T15:19:35.101-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxjIWPbd8wovrTk3c33IA80b-AFs-N5msXqSXnkUbLgse_14iYTLXLvmv_4USFtGVd6w_5pfJmP1HNQHPk6Aq-6fyG8gEgSrFixLLcKL-rMGZq6KPk7i8pobNLFZfNpgb7i8uddx5_7w/s1600/V.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512073185038217554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxjIWPbd8wovrTk3c33IA80b-AFs-N5msXqSXnkUbLgse_14iYTLXLvmv_4USFtGVd6w_5pfJmP1HNQHPk6Aq-6fyG8gEgSrFixLLcKL-rMGZq6KPk7i8pobNLFZfNpgb7i8uddx5_7w/s200/V.jpg" border="0" /></a> Escutar o murmúrio da noite... <div align="center">O que te diz o murmúrio da noite?</div><div align="center">Acentua o silêncio, faz a vida in-surgir?</div><div align="center">Faz da pessoa um teatro de luz e sombra?</div><div align="center">Não... talvez sejam estranhos poemas, as minúcias dos infames</div><div align="center">que deslocam o sentido entre a escuridão do silêncio e o clarão dos cegos.</div><div align="center">Escutas?</div><div align="center">ENTRE FOUCAULT E ALGO EM NÓS. </div></div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-7884448406089901662010-08-24T16:59:00.000-07:002010-08-24T17:06:54.680-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8l3Qz_AQkX_S2QXNdLtvGcQdxL3W4krKutVqa2B6cbvXXRdl2jOwk_ViyurA4c9aAVWXlh8DFO7xiz4YWYLxTxhDsxCfXWUvNUzbnAq0qQRmx4GhxxER7U0ckrTdbwLa8n06o73pl4A/s1600/MOSKA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509132155284192834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8l3Qz_AQkX_S2QXNdLtvGcQdxL3W4krKutVqa2B6cbvXXRdl2jOwk_ViyurA4c9aAVWXlh8DFO7xiz4YWYLxTxhDsxCfXWUvNUzbnAq0qQRmx4GhxxER7U0ckrTdbwLa8n06o73pl4A/s200/MOSKA.jpg" border="0" /></a> Procuro despir-me do que aprendi. <div align="center">Procuro esquecer-me do modo de lembrar que me ensinaram, e raspar a tinta com que me pintaram os sentidos,</div><div align="center">Desencaixotar minhas emoções verdadeiras,</div><div align="center">Desembrulhar-me e ser eu, não Alberto Caeiro,</div><div align="center">Mas um animal humano que a natureza produziu.</div><div align="center">Mas isso (triste de nós que trazemos a alma vestida!)</div><div align="center">Isso exige um estudo profundo,</div><div align="center">Uma aprendizagem de desaprender...</div><div align="center">AH!CAEIRO+MOSKA(POUCO)</div></div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-91717693557521956702010-08-18T05:47:00.000-07:002010-08-18T05:55:26.595-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjnd8qhpsr8pe2phGxR-nJf1sORXLXTsglSBiMrR1VxOonb0B_f0uxfIVsyqJebSz2Atw4VRmmzfFIz_F9_I1lCGQgTh9LagJvthFeCKb78aNkfkKsaOLOgvsLvZZmsc-s-xy-mQVJtQ/s1600/VERM.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506732420717763618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 65px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjnd8qhpsr8pe2phGxR-nJf1sORXLXTsglSBiMrR1VxOonb0B_f0uxfIVsyqJebSz2Atw4VRmmzfFIz_F9_I1lCGQgTh9LagJvthFeCKb78aNkfkKsaOLOgvsLvZZmsc-s-xy-mQVJtQ/s200/VERM.jpg" border="0" /></a>Pra que lado você pende? </div><div align="center">Em que volta você está?</div><div align="center">...</div><div align="center">Tudo depende</div><div align="center">De qual figura você quer formar.</div><div align="center">MOSKA+qual figura você quer formar?</div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-37941610019020789382010-08-06T14:15:00.000-07:002010-08-06T14:21:22.899-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTB23bbbeR6lzv6zXKVCCKnIOEq4BrnTikQB4eAGUlmPPyc6X26s_nP6z3UyykVLQ8tOA10G6126yudMy5LkUa0xaYWsKsvsxTMC_EGnEghar40Pu7knpoj2sIKoxj-rz8KQKJpkC_FA/s1600/DA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502409802532195986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTB23bbbeR6lzv6zXKVCCKnIOEq4BrnTikQB4eAGUlmPPyc6X26s_nP6z3UyykVLQ8tOA10G6126yudMy5LkUa0xaYWsKsvsxTMC_EGnEghar40Pu7knpoj2sIKoxj-rz8KQKJpkC_FA/s200/DA.jpg" border="0" /></a>Esqueça <div>As horas nunca andam para trás</div><div>Todo dia é dia de aprender um pouco</div><div>Do muito que a vida traz</div><div></div><div>Mas muito pra mim é tão pouco</div><div>E pouco é um pouco demais</div><div></div><div>MOSKA+DALI</div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387234476844283279.post-1612922038993676202010-07-27T15:38:00.000-07:002010-07-27T15:50:58.665-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSGxL97pCFtE6P1TkNqaZA_oNYv6CEXdmgiVD49iDDbF4L88kqdCUqebo9N_ozWidiXR92sHbdf_TcNmytu_sJU_ibZfskHVOKb5XJS_8HVjxCdqonnlkSvXEMztF0rtd-RxRGWWANXA/s1600/MA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498722082649982418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSGxL97pCFtE6P1TkNqaZA_oNYv6CEXdmgiVD49iDDbF4L88kqdCUqebo9N_ozWidiXR92sHbdf_TcNmytu_sJU_ibZfskHVOKb5XJS_8HVjxCdqonnlkSvXEMztF0rtd-RxRGWWANXA/s200/MA.jpg" border="0" /></a> NÃO <div align="center">Eu não vou</div><div align="center">Escrever pra você</div><div align="center">Não pode ser</div><div align="center">Porque não te conheço de fato</div><div align="center">Não sei o cheiro</div><div align="center">Não sei o tato</div><div align="center">Apenas rebato o desejo</div><div align="center">No espelho da canção</div><div align="center">Disfarço o sim</div><div align="center">Cantando o não</div><div align="center">Tudo por abstração</div><div align="center">Tudo pura abstração</div><div align="center">Não é pra você essa canção</div><div align="center">NÃO</div><div align="center">MOSKA+MAGRITTE</div></div>Marcelo Cunha Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137904237432747669noreply@blogger.com