tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34673852008853677552024-03-06T20:41:38.473-08:00GIBRAN SOUSAGibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-378733865569580672012-03-06T14:46:00.006-08:002012-03-06T14:49:00.566-08:00Seu Nome<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/qmtGVObOuA4?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
</div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-85427338870688396782011-12-15T06:09:00.000-08:002011-12-15T06:16:20.077-08:00chiaroscuro<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">escuro ou claro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">éscuro: declaro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">excuro se claro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">o claro yescuro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">lêsclarouescuro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">escuro: ex-calo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-large;">.</span></div></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-32601961238824887162011-07-28T17:27:00.002-07:002012-03-07T14:08:16.058-08:00Béradêro<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/kljWFHgSyOw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
</div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-49579067398946072672011-07-28T16:45:00.000-07:002011-07-28T17:07:41.414-07:00star<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">se por acaso eu sair quando eu não estiver lá<br />
<br />
por favor me segure<br />
até quando eu voltar.<br />
e se talvez por acá, você me avistar<br />
diga-me que preciso muito me falar.<br />
<br />
pois preciso de mim, em mim<br />
preciso de mim, aqui; neste lugar:<br />
<br />
onde nunca estive, não estou, e jamais poderei.., star.<br />
<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
</div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-22537420935656844482011-05-18T19:28:00.000-07:002011-05-18T19:28:31.915-07:00Invento a Cópia - Poema de Gibran Sousa (ecolalia circunsonora)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/YJyu5RQPikE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Poema de Gibran Sousa recitado por Clarissa Macedo.<br />
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</div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-49211402656408484942011-05-06T03:41:00.000-07:002011-07-28T17:21:47.988-07:00Bob's<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwlM8NbAhx6yDXJTay30MPE85qUh55Ut4PDcsaA29JDFO4voVgI_iiq0X7aAsVvFYDyUJfsHbz3gGUNX0CqncF59g5KEWgU4ly56zykcjVAFmGSeiYOMR-Y-rzV-UBux1KSUkj4dDNq5B4/s1600/bob%2527s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwlM8NbAhx6yDXJTay30MPE85qUh55Ut4PDcsaA29JDFO4voVgI_iiq0X7aAsVvFYDyUJfsHbz3gGUNX0CqncF59g5KEWgU4ly56zykcjVAFmGSeiYOMR-Y-rzV-UBux1KSUkj4dDNq5B4/s320/bob%2527s.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">p.s. para melhor visualização clique na imagem</div></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-65455006727159864692011-02-24T17:16:00.000-08:002011-02-24T17:18:44.744-08:00Lady Gaga e Pagodão<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/ox7Y7fQnRio?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-27079438911094817272011-01-19T06:43:00.000-08:002011-01-25T22:22:19.296-08:00Sweet Nightmare<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Forget it,<br />
You woke up late <br />
Rather, you stood up late<br />
For once again you were unable to sleep.<br />
<br />
Doubts and drugs prayed of your chest<br />
Multiplying themselves into a thousand<br />
A thousand glories bit your weary eyes<br />
Another real dream of being abstract.<br />
<br />
You understood the gigantic sadness <br />
Of a sweet nightmare that wasn’t there<br />
Rather, there was the useless certainty <br />
Of all the sorrow that did not desire you. <br />
<br />
Remember it,<br />
You slept late<br />
Rather, you lay down late <br />
For once again you were unable to wake up.</div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-55295169945400689022010-06-09T18:09:00.000-07:002011-01-20T06:56:17.052-08:00câncer salivado (vídeo-poema)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/pHuw3fK3t1E?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-51889259402966376972010-06-09T17:18:00.000-07:002010-06-09T17:26:23.581-07:00celularesse meu céu lêspalha chão,<br />sexo mudo, palavra quem.<br /><br />os céus-luares já ñ tocam,<br /><br />só<br />gemem.:<br /><br />só<br />mentem.<br /><br />ñ beijam<br />os meus lábios de alguém.Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-87145457000869625812009-12-15T15:59:00.000-08:002011-07-28T17:22:27.383-07:00a queda caía em mim<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzH1cg76JG0161wruVXzAB4g3hQvJjBhFZrRIu5x6mwsmpGi7o_745B547HA4fNTfNodjFEai428CgFHdO-oAnBf5WrPf5VfWn2f3tOuBk1zVjUfTS33Av8zR-Ap7m1vuMZP6hGecU9xIj/s1600/b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzH1cg76JG0161wruVXzAB4g3hQvJjBhFZrRIu5x6mwsmpGi7o_745B547HA4fNTfNodjFEai428CgFHdO-oAnBf5WrPf5VfWn2f3tOuBk1zVjUfTS33Av8zR-Ap7m1vuMZP6hGecU9xIj/s640/b.jpg" width="547" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD2Qvz9AZFWQi-9oH4DADSWi_ja2hc1SBAzeqp5KLwot6RPuR9QB1ENtvAKjqYMoI22sgji1vArvLd-mQXio1y7r8g2LL3u7oY7uWO0wdLZVFR88q3yDH3JHXURpiQXwdNCLfro49udMcf/s1600-h/gibran5.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-80019231215175773242009-12-15T15:48:00.000-08:002011-01-20T08:53:22.113-08:00Avesso<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">You complain about my silence<br />
And when I try to do talk<br />
You hinder me with your thirsty lips.<br />
<br />
And smiling you ask me to forget you<br />
And when I try to do that<br />
You come back again and consume me in delight.<br />
<br />
Now you tell me to leave<br />
And when I try to leave<br />
You embrace me, chain me, and you don’t let me leave.<br />
<br />
Then you swear eternal pain<br />
But when I look in your eyes<br />
You cry and embrace me in love.<br />
<br />
If I’m or I am you<br />
Reverse reason to believe or to see<br />
Why? If I want, it’s to want you.<br />
<br />
If I’m yours or I don’t believe<br />
Reverse reason to have or to be<br />
Why? If I live it’s to live you<br />
Why? If I love I love you.</div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-4820371317721435282009-05-27T05:53:00.001-07:002011-02-03T18:20:03.462-08:00ANJINHO DECAÍDO<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">eu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">anjinho decaído</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">queimando de bondade em um quinto dos infernos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">via e-mail rezei de éter um terço eterno</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">.</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><strong>mode dome o medo do demo</strong></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">e e-leve sua alma do céu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">para dentro do meu quarto onde mora o pecado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">sem véu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">quando entrarei inteiro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">vermelho e verdadeiro e feio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">no infinito perfeito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">divino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">do gozo do teu meio</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">.</span></div></div></div></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-51978860061849319142009-03-23T03:44:00.000-07:002011-01-20T00:18:56.054-08:00leio no seio<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhluDW6AOqUbQPeh8upKUpX0yK2f-oyDmmxGgDS0Kt8EhwLNC0BcVukRSHsZ71MZN1qE_R2y9C5OuAtkSidWN0upxxiaKxUUDlmTXRwWj_iqw5cqyWa02gxx6-t6r_UKNm6AZAdYg5YpnJN/s1600-h/roupa7.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317780477667795042" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhluDW6AOqUbQPeh8upKUpX0yK2f-oyDmmxGgDS0Kt8EhwLNC0BcVukRSHsZ71MZN1qE_R2y9C5OuAtkSidWN0upxxiaKxUUDlmTXRwWj_iqw5cqyWa02gxx6-t6r_UKNm6AZAdYg5YpnJN/s400/roupa7.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 212px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 210px;" /></a><span style="color: #330000;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">no qndo do <em>como, </em></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">engravido o poema q <strong>vejo</strong>. </span></span></span><br />
<div align="left"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />
<span style="color: #330000; font-size: 130%;">molhado do qnto falado foi o lábio sem beijo </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;">,<br />
<strong>por sobre</strong> tua pele escrevo com minha<em> língua</em> </span></div><div align="left"><br />
<span style="color: #330000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: white;">.................<span style="color: #330000;">p</span>..<span style="color: #330000;">o</span>..<span style="color: #330000;">u</span>..<span style="color: #330000;">c</span>..</span><span style="color: #330000;">a</span> </span></div><div align="left"><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: #330000;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><strong>se </strong>te leio <strong>NO </strong>seio a palavra partida daqui: da- </span></span></span></div><br />
<div align="left"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;">li: da tua <span style="font-size: 180%;">ROUPA.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: white;">.......................<span style="color: #330000;">- </span></span><span style="color: #330000;">e</span><span style="color: #330000;"> -</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;">molhado do qnto calado foi o lábio num beijo</span> </div><div align="left">,</div><div align="left"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;">pois <strong>por tua<span style="color: #f4cccc;">.</span></strong> pele escrevo com minha <em>língua</em></span><span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;">. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"></span></div><br />
<div align="left"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: white;">.........</span>s<span style="color: white;">.......</span>o<span style="color: white;">.......</span>l<span style="color: white;">.......</span>t<span style="color: white;">.......</span>a</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />
</span><br />
<div align="left"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"></span></div><br />
<div align="left"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: #330000;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><strong>se</strong> te leio <em>NU </em>seio a palavra lambida dali: da- </span></span></span></div><br />
<div align="left"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;">qui: da tua <span style="font-size: 180%;">BOCA.</span></span></div></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-21344693795388124982009-03-11T23:46:00.001-07:002011-02-24T17:21:15.551-08:00SEX SHOP SHOW<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="center"><span style="color: red;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjubCjNptjmyrhn_hdBnECCNROU09a4tgPvR8d-VmyLZ7NXHR9twP3seM6XdA5qaWjwM0sBeee7sySZTamDP7iU6JV2QD6L9n2Ge6QlASFeusGor3-8MrS_FmH19CAwh1LmPJPUtb2JUclE/s1600-h/p1.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312189210511102962" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjubCjNptjmyrhn_hdBnECCNROU09a4tgPvR8d-VmyLZ7NXHR9twP3seM6XdA5qaWjwM0sBeee7sySZTamDP7iU6JV2QD6L9n2Ge6QlASFeusGor3-8MrS_FmH19CAwh1LmPJPUtb2JUclE/s400/p1.bmp" style="display: block; height: 222px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 220px;" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;">sandras simones sheilas suzanas <b>sílvios</b><br />
soprando sonoros sustenidos silvos<br />
suspiram surdas sinfonias servis<br />
<br />
sob suvenirs<br />
sob su<b>ecoss</b><br />
sob saraus<br />
sob sífilis<br />
sob sites<br />
sob $im<br />
<br />
salivando sentando<br />
sumindo sugando surgindo supondo<br />
subindo sangrando sambando sau<b>dando</b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
ser sem sul sem sutiã sem sempre<br />
swing silepse serpente<br />
síncope sã<br />
silente<br />
ser<br />
-mão: sob sol<br />
sus<b>penso</b>: sobre sub-<br />
missas santidades sodomizadas<br />
sem sal sem salmo sem salmão só senão</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
sorrindo suando satisfazendo saciando sujos<br />
sádicos secretos sinceros sujeitos<br />
"suicidas sêmen suspeitos"<br />
<br />
sem s<br />
sem se<br />
sem ser<br />
sem sem<br />
sem sede<br />
sem sentir<br />
<br />
sequestram-se subornam-se senzalam-se<br />
simulando superlativos sustentam seus sonhos:<br />
servindo sua sugestão seu sexo seus seios sua solidão</span></div></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-48956757014284601962009-03-07T15:10:00.000-08:002011-01-20T07:01:47.007-08:00ideusgrama<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: white;">.................................</span><span style="color: black;">ed</span>eusdeusue<br />
<span style="color: white;">.............................</span><span style="color: black;">eu</span><span class=""><span class=""><span style="color: white;">..................</span><span style="color: black;">de</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span><span class=""></span><span style="color: white;">..........................</span><span style="color: black;">s</span>e<span style="color: white;">.......................</span>us<br />
<span style="color: white;">..........................</span><span style="color: black;">de</span><span style="color: white;">......................</span>us<br />
<span class=""><span style="color: white;">................................................</span>es</span><br />
<span class=""><span style="color: white;">............................................</span><span style="color: black;">d</span>e</span><br />
<span class=""><span style="color: white;">.........................................</span><span style="color: black;">ud</span></span><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span><span class=""><span style="color: white;">.........................................</span><span style="color: black;">eu</span></span><span style="color: black;"> </span><br />
<span class=""><span style="color: white;">.........................................</span><span style="color: black;">se</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white;">.........................................</span><span style="color: black;">de </span><br />
<span style="color: white;">.........................................<span style="color: black;">u</span></span><span style="color: black;">s</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">.<br />
</span><span style="color: white;">.........................................</span>ue<br />
<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">.</span></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-36867146700980127782008-04-07T21:34:00.000-07:002009-03-08T22:24:58.867-07:00FALO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxxN9wpLJK62Kx0sCSnwrFDk1zo8HhB_8D4Yz5IlPyNtQe_gIjZopTWxYDaV4QFyHXSkpb2f63YQV6F1eP7eRCNdSh9EgKskBQdBp4qepFYHtu9FFwpocNXnFxWuYgeSbXMQ7M7lQGGkg/s1600-h/vagina.jpg"></a><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;">FALO</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;">em </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;">várias</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;">línguas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;">...</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;">mas só</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;">calo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;">em</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;">português</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-19604077875938271502007-09-09T20:33:00.000-07:002011-02-03T17:53:29.322-08:00OlhOs de ressaca<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nFPc39ynjCdwA_Eu3452ITINPzV94Bt96bk758UWKIt9Jbk9Q3MguzQpTcdMjsDC0lJhLUK2l788j7xNRG0pqe1_A3fsrDjtCR2Ur3cSRS4MEtQ0RHpDTJg4bpMDukJPnbARQEfOf503/s1600/pitu+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nFPc39ynjCdwA_Eu3452ITINPzV94Bt96bk758UWKIt9Jbk9Q3MguzQpTcdMjsDC0lJhLUK2l788j7xNRG0pqe1_A3fsrDjtCR2Ur3cSRS4MEtQ0RHpDTJg4bpMDukJPnbARQEfOf503/s1600/pitu+5.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">cambaLEIO fundo </span></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> no espelho dos olhos dela</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> e s.u.s.sURRO: </span></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> - quem é protegido do amor? </span></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"> [e do próprio amor?]</span><br />
<div style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">.</span></div></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">d'um raso-riso imprevisto </span></span></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">desliiizzzaaa o limite do infinito: </span></span></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: large;">...a mulher é a alegria de toda dor...</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">meus cílios em pêlos varrem os tEUS </span></span></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">pelos [<b>M</b>EUS] olhos de caPITU aTEUS </span></span></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: large;">ARdendo na gARganta da 'ARma'dilha</span></div><div align="center" style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">.</span></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: large;">- deus? - é "só" uma ilha </span></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> (a ressaca é apenas um sintoma da solidão) </span></span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">afogarei ainda ontem a- </span></span></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">manhã </span></span></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">brindANDO c/ a dúVIDA </span></span></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: large;">o "iê iê iê" do meu refrão: </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">- haverá futuro suficiente? </span></span></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">- (silêncio) </span></span></div><div align="center" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">- só se o copo encher dos olhos um mar q mente.</span></span></div></div></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-27950758463514258762007-06-18T21:30:00.000-07:002011-07-28T17:19:31.070-07:00sexoteísmo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="justify"><div align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.5cm; margin-right: 3.75cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">t</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">erço reza céu medita grana amém só no domingo crê no além velas vedas eu pecar é meu perdão ateu nirvana bicho papão santo hóstia véu burca manta cruz shiva ioga exercita a luz buda fé xangô diabo é amor barríca ríca bênção nagô compra vende deus troca paga aluga deus made in rock made in love made in god is rock sexoteísmo ou medo do mito minha alegria meu precipício morte sem arbítrio deus é todo vício o sincretismo é o ismo do ismo do ismo do ismo do ismo<span style="color: white;"> do</span> <span style="color: white;">ismo</span></span><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"><br />
</span></span></span></div></div></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-60053182892013763312007-06-18T00:24:00.000-07:002011-01-20T08:49:36.889-08:00EVOCACIÓN (canción)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1MDRt07rYKIAMMKo8EUm6BGmN5EFIhn5Royuvl7csqb0fxP0oErfUcHu91-llLvqOihf8Mibjr52q4npclC_RSleReOP1qnmihsV-I0-08Pe0dpGtg1PIqOdEkdcHGvvqDu72OuxPO8bH/s1600-h/eu+por+leilane+cedraz.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311435610015286418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1MDRt07rYKIAMMKo8EUm6BGmN5EFIhn5Royuvl7csqb0fxP0oErfUcHu91-llLvqOihf8Mibjr52q4npclC_RSleReOP1qnmihsV-I0-08Pe0dpGtg1PIqOdEkdcHGvvqDu72OuxPO8bH/s320/eu+por+leilane+cedraz.jpg" style="float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 171px;" /></a><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: black; font-family: times new roman;">no demando me ocultar<o:p _moz-userdefined="" style="font-family: courier new;"></o:p><br />
te avistar al me perder<o:p _moz-userdefined="" style="font-family: courier new;"></o:p><br />
y evocar, evocar, evocar, usted.</span></span><span lang="ES-TRAD"> </span><br />
<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
<span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: black; font-family: times new roman;">pues el que ven es lo que fue<o:p _moz-userdefined="" style="font-family: courier new;"></o:p><br />
y celo mío del después<o:p _moz-userdefined="" style="font-family: courier new;"></o:p><br />
la añoranza de la mañana.</span> </span><br />
<span style="color: white;">.<span lang="ES-TRAD"><br />
</span></span><span style="color: white;"><span lang="ES-TRAD"></span></span><span lang="ES-TRAD"><div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"></span></span></div><div><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">sí voy evocar del que olvidó<o:p _moz-userdefined="" style="font-family: courier new;"></o:p><br />
hasta gustar el que doler<o:p _moz-userdefined="" style="font-family: courier new;"></o:p><br />
y llorar per lo te evocar en seno mío.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><br />
<span style="font-family: times new roman;">pero aquella foto no sonreí más<o:p _moz-userdefined="" style="font-family: courier new;"></o:p><br />
la evocación no es capaz<o:p _moz-userdefined="" style="font-family: courier new;"></o:p><br />
de hacer yo tener usted un poco más.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: white; font-family: Times New Roman;">.</span></div><div><span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;">p.s. na fotografia, eu por leilane cedraz.</span></div></span></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-49711129733447294782007-04-23T00:54:00.000-07:002011-01-20T08:51:38.156-08:00A PoÉtica do Grilo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q7sI878sd4A&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q7sI878sd4A&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-3107826895442232262007-04-21T23:28:00.000-07:002009-03-03T23:25:44.494-08:00PUPILA<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">à lua anda, teu céu,<br />depois pois, de-<br />c<br />a<br />i<br />n'um cais no salto da bota italiana;<br />romamor,<br />minguando<br />na voz de chico buarque de luanda.<br />à rua anda, meu pé,<br />calejando a poesia; até<br />teu corpo, teu todo<br />atravessar a lua, minha pupila:<br />negra,<br />crescente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">crescendo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">(sendo)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">em teus seios, meios; alheio<br />eu miro:<br />minha língua em teus lábios<br />acima</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e<br />abaixo do umbigo.<br />por ti eu "rio, de janeiro" a dezembro<br />e nem o nem, nem o nada, nem portugáfrica,<br />nua e nua ou nua e nova<br />é ão de então tão soberana e linda e profunda<br />quanto tu,<br />sem nuvem, noite, roupa e palavra.</span></span></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-60285831843201114842007-04-01T18:25:00.000-07:002011-07-28T17:22:51.222-07:00VOYEUR<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="492" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvXUC5oeACJimxKvipLmqD8EOgI1xujW4kLCBJ4tU3l40J71lBEVCxOPpDooIZ1PrwjxcY7DVP4y4GHI-SG1uD1QNDrHxUzmVZZS2Na0dP1sE8uvj9bEnfRWc5V_VQifXLdJKDWpjE78X/s640/a.jpg" width="640" /></div></div></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-89972362257141309552007-03-24T00:23:00.000-07:002011-01-20T08:33:59.760-08:00PELICUTRILHA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: large;">atenção: começa aqui: o espetáculo vai terminar:<br />
seja bem-ido<br />
neste [nu enquadro de pele escura]<br />
cinemolhos, simnema, cinema<br />
qual projetor, desperta um sonho:<br />
palavra e gente e foco e lente e tudo<br />
-mas se ela me erra? -reza, reza meu ezra.<br />
fellini, além fundo de sobrecena<br />
eu idéia? eu intelectuavi? eu <span class="">nada,</span> dó-dói.<br />
a alegria só me acena<br />
e eu na(va)rro a cena<br />
quem me canta? quem me lê?<br />
a bahia é bem mais que não cinema<br />
qual o quem que não me vê?<br />
cronenbergman e nossas ilhas<br />
a estrela brilha só por só não ser<br />
minha mais glauberalmodovariana pelicutrilha<br />
com fantasia, com sangue, com o mundo dentro do bolso:</span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: large;">[grana]<br />
final da tomada, um beijo.<br />
meu amor, meu amor,<br />
aqui, GODard e você, vou ser: meu medo.<br />
atenção: é o fim:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: large;"> o espetáculo vai começar:</span></div></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467385200885367755.post-73884309615679264982007-03-24T00:08:00.000-07:002011-01-20T08:48:25.647-08:00KELLY KEY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1G2EN8dw1NFKAkUXlf9yLSo9znd0qdCALtSK94evSz1wrDvp76MpsXiRqRW3S5Wyt2jyTTcCw2k3AqfLLOxSnQ3-atNdooN0XHnDq1C10RGAL_kjgsRfwBIq9XMVEE6bNibVfz4-xyTvX/s1600-h/Imagem+2259.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: #330033;"></a><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #333333;">"para ela eu sou todo carnaval, para mim ela é silogismo, ela chove, molha, conclui-</span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;">se. portanto é pretobranco". </span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333;"></span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;">em algum quando nesses dias na b<span class="">ahia,</span> em que o sol parece estar com preguiça e a poesia esqueceu-se de se escrever, eu pedi:</span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;">- cante-me uma música letícia.</span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;">então, ela sussurra um belo sambinha, cadenciado, todo feito de silêncio, e eis que digo:</span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;">- mas esta não vale, você sabe que eu gosto.</span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;">ela sustenta:</span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;">-<span style="color: white;">.</span>mas gibran você gosta de tudo filho. </span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;">- é verdade, e você? </span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;">- ah, eu gosto é de brigar! rs (a morte realmente é maior do que deus)</span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;">- gibran, agora é sua vez. cante algo</span> <span style="color: #333333;">para mim. </span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;">quando começo a cantar baixinho afinando sem "dó" minhas cordas vocais, ela sem palavras pergunta:</span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;">- é kelly key? </span></span></span></span><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;"></span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;">- é, ela não é maravilhosa?</span></span></span></span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #996633; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #993300;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #333333;">a resposta vocês imaginam, caiu-me sincopada como uma fotografia: segundo eterno, cena sem tempo de tom aristotélico. e nó<span class="">s,</span></span> </span><span style="color: #333333;">netos do silêncio.</span></span></span></div></div>Gibran Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07957119611779061703noreply@blogger.com4