tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376995232024-03-07T04:30:02.570-03:00... o introspectivoum ex-viciado em paixão.gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-61691876287970363662015-04-05T00:47:00.002-03:002015-04-05T00:47:39.245-03:00absinto.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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duas histórias recriadas.<br />
(a carência e o fingimento, unidos)<br />
(o encontro) furtivo, ébrio e desconcertante.<br />
(seus) rótulos descartados, laços ocultados.<br />
(minhas) verdades não cicatrizadas.<br />
(somos a falta de conexão)<br />
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(somos duas mentiras entrelaçadas)<br />
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(Fomos apenas dois copos inebriados)gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-81641481070169410682015-02-25T19:36:00.001-03:002015-03-10T00:46:48.614-03:00Não enviada. (novamente)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Querida "A",</b> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Conheci você em seu pior momento... </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Suas <span style="font-family: inherit;">atitudes</span> egoístas
sempre surtiram efeito. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Controlei cada minuto daquelas desconfianças. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Não era a sua imaturidade o pior entrave naquela relação, e muito menos
as suas supostas traições.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">O pior sempre foi meu sangue frio em <i>aceitar o
errado como aprendizado</i>. Obrigado! <br />
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<b>Querida "M",</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Foi com você que recuperei a fé nos relacionamentos.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As
noites ao seu lado eram calmas e limpas. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Uma pena te conhecer em seu
momento de transição. </span></span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Foi um prazer ser sua ponte. </span></span></i><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Você está bem melhor
agora longe das minhas tesouras.</span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Querida "O",</span></span></b><br />
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Ainda lembro daquelas conversas madrugada adentro. </div>
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Ainda lembro do dia que, sem pedir licença, você me roubou afeto. </div>
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Você foi competente ao me mostrar seu mundo e suas invenções. </div>
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Você
foi competente quando, <i>sem pedir licença</i>, disse Adeus! </div>
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(Obrigado por tudo). Seja feliz e
amadureça. </div>
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<b>Querida "R"</b>,</div>
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Nossa rapidez em iniciar o relacionamento foi o nosso maior problema.<br />
Fui sincero, coerente, seguro e traído.<br />
Você me deixou sequelas, neutralizou minha autoestima.<br />
O fim deixou apenas um fato:<br />
- nunca saí da transição. <br />
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gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-39832284657031622852013-08-26T18:17:00.003-03:002013-08-26T18:17:36.023-03:00aquele tempo particular.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">"<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; text-align: right;">And in the meantime, I lost myself</span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">In the meantime, I lost myself</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I'm sorry, I lost myself... I am"</span></i></div>
gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-86823794346486957042013-08-06T12:02:00.000-03:002013-08-06T12:02:06.684-03:00pausa.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(uma pausa no melhor momento para lembrar: ser como sou nunca será suficiente)</span><br />
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<br />
Quando você decide não expressar emoção,<br />
Quando as brincadeiras de um ébrio é relevante,<br />
Quando ficar inerte ou demonstrar desinteresse vira incômodo,<br />
Quando a sua timidez espelha arrogância...<br />
É nesse momento, <br />
(mesmo que estranho aos seus olhos)<br />
que o falso da roda.... é você!<br />
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gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-68047260565264101402012-07-30T00:58:00.001-03:002012-07-30T00:58:50.910-03:00(substituto)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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(Enquanto não encontras a pessoa apropriada, pode ficar aqui)<br />
Sirvo, ao longo de oito anos, para esse fim.<br />
feliz, se o acaso pedir.<br />
triste, se ninguém perceber.<br />
(tenho dois mundos em mim)<br />
Sou adequado para a sua frustração.<br />
Um perfeito substituto, por tempo determinado.<br />
(não ponha expectativas em mim)<br />
(não prospere solidez)<br />
Pode ser um, dois ou cinco anos.<br />
(ou por menos de duas horas)<br />
Você, certamente, conhecerá seu par.<br />
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(eu, comumente, estarei à sua disposição)gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-71632031921570388612012-07-18T01:35:00.001-03:002012-07-18T01:35:37.028-03:00(do lado de dentro)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">bom discernimento. </span><span style="background-color: white;">base alicerçada.</span><br />
postura, dicção, alimentação balanceada.<br />
adestrado, auto-suficiente, polido.<br />
(ou nada menos que uma ilha)<br />
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e no fim, a solidão.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>("<span style="background-color: white;">What the hell am I doing here?</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>I don't belong here")</i></span>gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-496151356750276802012-07-09T19:12:00.001-03:002012-07-09T19:16:08.787-03:00depois do fim.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
Recuse em quatro oportunidades.<br />
(<i>você será esquecido!</i>)<br />
Se surpreenda com as mãos erguidas, o ombro estranho ou aquela visita inesperada.<br />
Como um nome retirado da chamada.<br />
Como um desconhecido em um meio tão rotineiro.<br />
(<i>Você está bem? O que tem feito? Já se recuperou? Vamos sair pra conversar, acho que você precisa desabafar...</i>)<br />
Ninguém sabe como foi...<br />
Certamente, você entenderia.<br />
(<i>o telefone não tocou , o e-mail não foi enviado)</i><br />
A vida dos outros continua lá fora.<br />
Estou aqui, no quarto.<br />
(<i>boa noite, fica com Deus...</i>)<br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">- Ainda estou por completo ... só não sei do resto daquilo que não fui.</span><br />
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<br />gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-65278034403370469542012-07-04T23:14:00.001-03:002012-07-04T23:14:27.651-03:00intangível.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
não ouvir conselhos.<br />
(sem <span style="background-color: white;">imediatismo)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">a saída mais próxima, n</span><span style="background-color: white;">a maneira mais apropriada.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><i>"- Não quero!"</i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">(E o depois?</span><span style="background-color: white;">)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">_______________________________________</span><br />
Esmerado, reluzente, hipnotizante..i<span style="background-color: white;">ntangível, pensei!</span><br />
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<i>- Mas você pode me tocar...</i><br />
(resistir não era mais opcional)<br />
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<br />gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-58192161933072010112012-06-03T00:43:00.000-03:002012-06-03T00:43:40.756-03:00no calabouço<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
Como melhorar um ano fadado ao esquecimento?<br />
Como não sofrer pelo desprendimento alheio?<br />
Como se inserir num mundo ao avesso?<br />
(saia do calabouço)<br />
(no ponto de origem, a última saída)<br />
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Afinal, qual conselho apropriado eu descartei?<br />
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(Não há o que comemorar.... mas aceito todas as felicitações)gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-64383835559664581452012-03-04T16:01:00.000-03:002012-03-04T16:01:46.036-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7GsNjFA8D0jwqzSuXwQmufw43S_PX0wRbyunKB1ZjkN2aphDQaQM0HEn-MhIe53-zkzf8HI-b4W5buOoWE4pqvCKit-ezHe8gr4J38dUi_iuAziatT5DO3LNVOS1h-UKN0tJg/s1600/Float_On_by_xxIMPERFECTIONS.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7GsNjFA8D0jwqzSuXwQmufw43S_PX0wRbyunKB1ZjkN2aphDQaQM0HEn-MhIe53-zkzf8HI-b4W5buOoWE4pqvCKit-ezHe8gr4J38dUi_iuAziatT5DO3LNVOS1h-UKN0tJg/s320/Float_On_by_xxIMPERFECTIONS.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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(existe a crise dos trinta)gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-20260190676898780242012-02-26T15:28:00.000-03:002012-02-26T15:28:45.238-03:00...like a stone.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmwDT7XturC_qk7msY3xdeS9IdK1hpoN0_IvyqzCupSOlLv1dCKuxsLdP5K1ED08MOMyctxVACYfjXMJF0fuc7VJNuVVCI7TOpfFwPj27NeDgpBhvOsKUp3AU710zg1wsFOVB/s1600/minisaudade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmwDT7XturC_qk7msY3xdeS9IdK1hpoN0_IvyqzCupSOlLv1dCKuxsLdP5K1ED08MOMyctxVACYfjXMJF0fuc7VJNuVVCI7TOpfFwPj27NeDgpBhvOsKUp3AU710zg1wsFOVB/s320/minisaudade.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>na ausência daquela frase.<br />
na completa volta ao antigo profile.<br />
desculpas encerradas, mentiras perdoadas.<br />
noites longas, dias arrastados.<br />
desejos reprimidos, gestos calculados.<br />
na música apropriada...<br />
no momento planejado.<br />
(a sua dor, você escreve)gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-28706946505321377892012-01-18T19:32:00.001-02:002012-01-18T19:33:03.869-02:00,outra.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5oCi-n7T8AVfThq9c0TTfhZRkqTztIlLDwEFqQ00Wi7PeQU3ZWPX2FwnAGkT_wqH2iwICsGig20gmqfVtPJq8B93eguLiGkfalosr5GCF6R9bMA6OVKRuTlW5q_IYNV32HrF/s1600/Lost_In_Translation_by_londra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5oCi-n7T8AVfThq9c0TTfhZRkqTztIlLDwEFqQ00Wi7PeQU3ZWPX2FwnAGkT_wqH2iwICsGig20gmqfVtPJq8B93eguLiGkfalosr5GCF6R9bMA6OVKRuTlW5q_IYNV32HrF/s320/Lost_In_Translation_by_londra.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>duas estranhas.<br />
uma, inventada.<br />
outra, traduzida.<br />
duas histórias,<br />
uma, promissora.<br />
outra, desprovida.<br />
(nenhuma instrução.<br />
alguma garantia.)<br />
duas faces constrangidas.<br />
uma, auspiciosa.<br />
outra, perdida....<br />
você, uma.<br />
eu...gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-56339555206751958402011-02-25T18:13:00.000-03:002011-02-25T18:13:15.184-03:00...lanterna<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_6Smv03s-eGcQ2YOLgAE3F6S_i2K2wqR-FMqKgwTZ_8wC3qWLCntriGCu5GQCdwelkL8p4xqzjFh2ql3oCbxZiIWch3z8AG_CFBQwctBk3-gMm6xy26PJ-UsdSVM5Sk1mx4M6/s1600/f1c4bc2c34dac339a78b8f6c5e7a2ea9-d3acq3y.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_6Smv03s-eGcQ2YOLgAE3F6S_i2K2wqR-FMqKgwTZ_8wC3qWLCntriGCu5GQCdwelkL8p4xqzjFh2ql3oCbxZiIWch3z8AG_CFBQwctBk3-gMm6xy26PJ-UsdSVM5Sk1mx4M6/s320/f1c4bc2c34dac339a78b8f6c5e7a2ea9-d3acq3y.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>não dei certo.<br />
faltou moldura.<br />
algo se perdeu...<br />
(planejou errado, perdeu tempo)<br />
(perdeu vida)<br />
....<br />
só resta a vontade de recomeçar.gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-73214297196306375182010-08-01T23:40:00.001-03:002010-08-01T23:40:48.238-03:00(sentado no jardim)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyybF_DsQSlvpS3qCKwFJm5fLeFyti4j6LzDH164zbudBUzjpPXuJ2oC0rVq5tWK7P2tRkls1kqnGpx30Q7uxPr240s5heYk_n-skm-7tJZxW_r7mEcHECOwLSnuHKvU2oLrd_/s1600/Broken_dreams_2_by_marcopolo17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyybF_DsQSlvpS3qCKwFJm5fLeFyti4j6LzDH164zbudBUzjpPXuJ2oC0rVq5tWK7P2tRkls1kqnGpx30Q7uxPr240s5heYk_n-skm-7tJZxW_r7mEcHECOwLSnuHKvU2oLrd_/s320/Broken_dreams_2_by_marcopolo17.jpg" /></a></div>na mesma noite, paredes frias.<br />
ternos desalinhados.<br />
duas portas entreabertas,<br />
salão entorpecido.<br />
jardim desvirginado.<br />
perdidos, sujos, devassos.<br />
em sua cadeira, à sua maneira...<br />
(sóbrio)gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-84477518573006468642010-07-18T23:57:00.000-03:002010-07-18T23:57:14.432-03:00(embaixo)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheJfpkwYp37mGe-Bh1jJw5uzXznxSzrD8XDLUg0QQEWWOCrSnJ7wAldDsqriWzFQeHAL0kkb9Q8iSdLXkxTdzAJS0sWPuchHEYJQ7EN7oGyCRIFkA9ndagIU-0zt081mZlTnd8/s1600/Colorful_Attraction_by_Des_Henkers_Braut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheJfpkwYp37mGe-Bh1jJw5uzXznxSzrD8XDLUg0QQEWWOCrSnJ7wAldDsqriWzFQeHAL0kkb9Q8iSdLXkxTdzAJS0sWPuchHEYJQ7EN7oGyCRIFkA9ndagIU-0zt081mZlTnd8/s320/Colorful_Attraction_by_Des_Henkers_Braut.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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(olhar, absorver e iludir)<br />
embaixo, o vazio.<br />
a dúvida, na superfície.<br />
respiração balanceada.<br />
rosto parcialmente coberto.<br />
(a melhor visão)gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-57456371810231742892010-01-19T00:51:00.002-02:002012-05-24T23:13:14.077-03:00curto prazo.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEBiJAM7azEbSOF1OvVeewIHjpSw0jVJqB7mG4oK3SQ62cBr0unP-Lq-kBLMhDteRolELKDAOpk7e_EmDU7FjQkYzf2PjlWET0EXRlsNn-tm7SYoZC7OnQ1grmCZEg-N5upGiu/s1600-h/White_garden_with_cats__by_ixmsafi.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428278341128078274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEBiJAM7azEbSOF1OvVeewIHjpSw0jVJqB7mG4oK3SQ62cBr0unP-Lq-kBLMhDteRolELKDAOpk7e_EmDU7FjQkYzf2PjlWET0EXRlsNn-tm7SYoZC7OnQ1grmCZEg-N5upGiu/s320/White_garden_with_cats__by_ixmsafi.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 246px;" /></a>(você tem quatro meses pra definir o resto da sua vida)<br />
A moldura, os rabiscos e todo o sermão já foram repensados.<br />
(o futuro não está a seu favor)<br />
Será tudo viável se você tentar!<br />
Ou... recomece tudo novamente.<br />
(eu serei o seu presente, no seu itinerário)<br />
______________<br />
(mas não esqueça!)<br />
tire a foto.<br />
sempre.gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-28051621055139124792009-08-31T00:12:00.003-03:002009-08-31T01:04:29.425-03:00ali e em qualquer lugar,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAD7HNPMM0XfJkFm80yY7gfyzB9fswJBoeMPxBjJWLl-bz7KHXrKfoK_bQQvjZ5lPC0SeCloT0-2nL7wCt4xWKBz9tP1JAMI15jGyPThuw0q1OdLSGU_peNvYHjAEGEztDkI8R/s1600-h/torcida_by_Nlr4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAD7HNPMM0XfJkFm80yY7gfyzB9fswJBoeMPxBjJWLl-bz7KHXrKfoK_bQQvjZ5lPC0SeCloT0-2nL7wCt4xWKBz9tP1JAMI15jGyPThuw0q1OdLSGU_peNvYHjAEGEztDkI8R/s320/torcida_by_Nlr4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375962466667546866" border="0" /></a>Não haveria aceitações.<br />nem desculpas inadequadas.<br />naquele lugar, aquelas pessoas.<br />eu não estava ali.<br /><br />(e eu não me sinto bem com esse corpo.)gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-71130124675942406712009-05-31T11:53:00.002-03:002009-05-31T12:39:58.829-03:00os anos.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLnxhV8p3NJMzToQnrM4zcG6e_mGT28Pg1AGGW2oPNoNOQMLOw4yht5TmpdO2zs3KH4l8YUL3sLOe5_2leaKP11FZa24CK6DngA_3C8fppVYE8wZ3We-nL7hbtQGdysbo0bbU/s1600-h/my_new_shoes_by_GabriDreams.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLnxhV8p3NJMzToQnrM4zcG6e_mGT28Pg1AGGW2oPNoNOQMLOw4yht5TmpdO2zs3KH4l8YUL3sLOe5_2leaKP11FZa24CK6DngA_3C8fppVYE8wZ3We-nL7hbtQGdysbo0bbU/s320/my_new_shoes_by_GabriDreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342001343179026946" border="0" /></a>Ao seu dispor, uma avenida.<br />expectativas.<br />sede, fome e insônia.<br />questão de múltipla escolha.<br />E ao seu lado, um beco.<br />inerte, estático... fastidioso.<br />questão subjetiva.<br />...<br />dois lados. lado a lado. até o fim.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">"</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;" >Off I go.<br />Where I fall<br />Is where I land"</span>gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-51735983151848883372009-04-24T00:11:00.004-03:002009-04-24T00:28:51.741-03:00Tatuí.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9oOcFsVQXnDtgpxxWGLVBIZ44RVec3r307dloTfOHo3pcqxsiTQZLciIrtGZ7g7u5rQpRdyd6N9Bm06mlXkWrFW3xgp_s4bEV5LhCt_egINUp2zfo0essOd1mIXxj9bX_oYQH/s1600-h/morning_after_by_DelilahWoolf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9oOcFsVQXnDtgpxxWGLVBIZ44RVec3r307dloTfOHo3pcqxsiTQZLciIrtGZ7g7u5rQpRdyd6N9Bm06mlXkWrFW3xgp_s4bEV5LhCt_egINUp2zfo0essOd1mIXxj9bX_oYQH/s320/morning_after_by_DelilahWoolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328090575355013730" border="0" /></a>acordar sozinho.<br />banhar sozinho.<br />dirigir sozinho.<br />8 horas trabalhando, sozinho.<br />E ao chegar em casa, sozinho, repensar:<br />- Sem você aqui, apenas vegeto.<br /><br /><br />("parecia a vida me dizendo: caia em si...")gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-82051422283954190392009-04-21T02:22:00.004-03:002009-04-21T02:43:28.277-03:00por você não há o que eu não faça...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOM2JYKhTSJ5pmlrtT-o4eXnoza_uzOgrezIVhx543Y_GD8EHFaK2uASjj8cdEhu9ViJthL34K2Apvg1XY7XqY-st8-lhUbEN8PZRhFEjPtmPpoOURh_lJ0f3_WpyZ-g0VpPQn/s1600-h/The_Skies_Above_by_GeorgiaPeaches.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOM2JYKhTSJ5pmlrtT-o4eXnoza_uzOgrezIVhx543Y_GD8EHFaK2uASjj8cdEhu9ViJthL34K2Apvg1XY7XqY-st8-lhUbEN8PZRhFEjPtmPpoOURh_lJ0f3_WpyZ-g0VpPQn/s320/The_Skies_Above_by_GeorgiaPeaches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327013381085578610" border="0" /></a>As procuras evitadas.<br />Aquele 'não' comedido.<br />Aceitação.<br />Desculpas.<br />Silêncio.<br />O quanto você se permite?<br />Qual seu sacrifício?gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-38441303349274591502009-04-17T00:02:00.002-03:002009-04-17T00:09:50.151-03:00no meu dia,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0fj6iHTeAfMfhkDD5cSOsVjPCtQVF5sapc36bv3M4UZp4ws751KkQ_3DFl7-I0imSfCXSGlZDR_XIhzXUReq8p69oA_DIp7JHBaF5E1nGEH0kuQvIJY-leNxyntCJsTGVRRr/s1600-h/HoneyWalk_by_falname.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0fj6iHTeAfMfhkDD5cSOsVjPCtQVF5sapc36bv3M4UZp4ws751KkQ_3DFl7-I0imSfCXSGlZDR_XIhzXUReq8p69oA_DIp7JHBaF5E1nGEH0kuQvIJY-leNxyntCJsTGVRRr/s320/HoneyWalk_by_falname.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325490675216909202" border="0" /></a>Eu fugiria para bem longe daqui.<br />Ficaria trancado no quarto ao lado do meu.<br />Desligaria as chamadas.<br />Inventaria personagens para não conversar.<br />Faria qualquer coisa...<br /><br /><br />(parabéns)gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-64760327883330198852009-02-26T10:37:00.003-03:002009-02-26T10:59:04.034-03:00.mais feliz.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8VToXEVC6SQa3uYGr9S6EUHR-Ua4uKKueiwrmkYxI1Hk7XIghCR8MUjKD0Z439nxRalmqO8p5QPkBEQvHxmLo75IvAQbszgYmojLSxINtOhAmRXMSX1koYJxiyV_dpO32jvzC/s1600-h/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8VToXEVC6SQa3uYGr9S6EUHR-Ua4uKKueiwrmkYxI1Hk7XIghCR8MUjKD0Z439nxRalmqO8p5QPkBEQvHxmLo75IvAQbszgYmojLSxINtOhAmRXMSX1koYJxiyV_dpO32jvzC/s320/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307103090680718450" border="0" /></a>sou feliz.<br />e perto de ti,<br />só me falta o tempo!<br />(a quem devemos agradecer a felicidade?)gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37699523.post-65897102249638654442009-02-18T00:50:00.002-03:002009-02-18T00:56:45.324-03:00em mim,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1smGiaVQ1HTUTu6X8YX-TNMk2WfwtSoc3hNO2gbpn29y6c2eJwtvEdPJlRaPdxaEK8PTHDdpls-aryK6MUuQgnKaN4kYe7w_sYeGGYc0K9NcM1aPPr1TgcVJhQj75TOb9p_d/s1600-h/58757f738ff168b585c423151f497e84.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1smGiaVQ1HTUTu6X8YX-TNMk2WfwtSoc3hNO2gbpn29y6c2eJwtvEdPJlRaPdxaEK8PTHDdpls-aryK6MUuQgnKaN4kYe7w_sYeGGYc0K9NcM1aPPr1TgcVJhQj75TOb9p_d/s320/58757f738ff168b585c423151f497e84.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303980139668380706" border="0" /></a>a estranha arte de entediar a todos.<br />(na ausência.)<br />o despertar do cansaço.<br />(na presença)<br />a impaciência.<br /><br />(desistir de mim, eu sei)<br />(mas eu não desisto)gustavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14056055515911432982noreply@blogger.com1