tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41241158759534378202011-04-21T20:25:14.501-07:00Programa de culturalismo livre e arte modernaTEATRO DOS MORTOS APRESENTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11274016099427203222noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124115875953437820.post-27753345924664049862008-11-17T12:36:00.000-08:002008-11-17T12:48:56.448-08:00Aqui você pode ouvir as músicas dessa banda fantasma<div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJrwaAymC2s">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJrwaAymC2s</a><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COwuwKwpCc0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COwuwKwpCc0</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124115875953437820-2775334592466404986?l=teatrodosmortosapresenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TEATRO DOS MORTOS APRESENTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11274016099427203222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124115875953437820.post-60679567250882131392008-11-17T05:54:00.000-08:002008-11-20T11:44:16.898-08:00<div>Apresento aqui um poeta originalmente cópia de sua </div><div>matriz ... a loucura instintiva.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59); line-height: 19px; font-size:13px;"><strong>Cortinas Quebradas</strong><br /><br />Já é de manhã e eu vou dormir<br />Ferindo meus olhos na insônia<br />O café está gelado, os papéis jogados<br />num canto qualquer da mente.<br /><br />O dia está propício<br />Aos sonhos diurnos da história<br />As palavras se arrastam pelos lábios<br />Pernas bambas e sensações dormentes<br />Um feitiço melancólico, corrosivo<br />Eles saem das suas tocas<br />e espreitam a caça do orgulho<br />Mausoléus de ratos,<br />de sinistra podridão.<br /><br />Jorro água em meus olhos<br />E é difícil acreditar em fábulas<br />Procurei o convívio com o silêncio<br />Profanei a noite e os meus fantasmas<br />A febril angústia consola o meu recuo<br />Víboras de mágicos sorrisos<br />Rastejam aos pés da indelével máscara<br />Mentindo risos e sufocando gemidos.<br /><br />Sou pássaro de olhos míopes!<br /><br />Hoje a dor está mastigável,<br />Mas ainda queima quando é engolida<br />Os ouvidos estão atentos ao “silêncio”<br />As minhas sombras gritam com a astuciosa luz<br />Eu tenho fobia de mim.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59); line-height: 19px;font-size:48px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59); line-height: 19px;font-size:48px;">Aqui você pode ouvir o poeta:</span></div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIdRPP55SS4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIdRPP55SS4</a><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lra8WDr0rqE">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lra8WDr0rqE</a><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQcTHEHEhDA">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQcTHEHEhDA</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124115875953437820-6067956725088213139?l=teatrodosmortosapresenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TEATRO DOS MORTOS APRESENTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11274016099427203222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124115875953437820.post-1376670748346420052008-11-12T02:56:00.000-08:002008-11-12T03:17:12.420-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1e1zy77BPQ/SRq7GPh6HSI/AAAAAAAAASc/GpSFzOhkqh8/s1600-h/orkut2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1e1zy77BPQ/SRq7GPh6HSI/AAAAAAAAASc/GpSFzOhkqh8/s320/orkut2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267728430085578018" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">É o livro, é o Ensauro é o Teatro dos mortos</span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">é a vida que passa e eu sem poder viver </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">é o grito contido escondido no peito</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">são os olhos credores querendo me ver</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">e não há um recanto pra me esconder...</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">É a rasga mortalha que pousa no teto</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">é o avô chorando a morte do neto</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">são os olhos de fome de uma linda menina</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">é o amarelo amargo dentro da retina</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">é o filho que chora e a mãe não vê...</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">É o sono jocoso e indolente de César</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">é o coração tosco das filhas de Hera</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">é o doce e o amargo da boca de Deus</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">são as asas de cera que a vida me deu</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">e ainda há quem acredite que pode escapar...</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">E a vida vem...</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">E a vida vai...</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>(wilsom Cavalcante)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124115875953437820-137667074834642005?l=teatrodosmortosapresenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TEATRO DOS MORTOS 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