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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 12:40:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
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                <title>luz</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 11:58:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "Faz-se luz pelo processo <br />de eliminaÃ§Ã£o de sombras <br />Ora as sombras existem <br />as sombras tÃªm exaustiva vida prÃ³.pria <br />nÃ£o dum e doutro lado da luz mas do prÃ³.prio seio dela <br />intensamente amantes loucamente amadas <br />e espalham pelo chÃ£o braÃ§os de luz cinzenta <br />que se introduzem pelo bico nos olhos do homem<br /><br />Por outro lado a sombra dita a luz <br />nÃ£o ilumina realmente os objectos <br />os objectos vivem Ã s escuras <br />numa perpÃ©tua aurora surrealista <br />com a qual nÃ£o podemos contactar <br />senÃ£o como amantes <br />de olhos fechados <br />e lÃ¢mpadas nos dedos e na boca."<br /><br /><br />cesariny<br /><br /><br />(tive que por os pontos em palavras para nao aparecerem bonecos parvos)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>fóckin nice</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 08:17:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
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                <title>ponto de exclamação</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 15:30:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ _what are you thinking about?<br /><br />_i was wondering if my cigarette will hold out till tonight and if my laces would hold out till tomorrow and if my breath will hold till next week.<br /><br /><br /><br />Jean-Luc Godard - Eloge De L'Amour<br /><br /><br /><br />_____________________________________________________<br /><br />extra! extra! new club!!!<br /><a href="http://yourexihibitionclub.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/y/o/yourexihibitionclub.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconyourexihibitionclub:" title="yourexihibitionclub"/></a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>block</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 16:34:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory."<br /><br /><br /><br />Jean-Dominique Bauby - le scaphandre et le papillon<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>deviant log 14.3.2008</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 17:07:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "Receita para fazer um HerÃ³i<br /><br />Tome-se um homem, <br />Feito de nada, como nÃ³s, <br />E em tamanho natural. <br />Embeba-se-lhe a carne, <br />Lentamente, <br />Duma certeza aguda, irracional, <br />Intensa como o Ã³dio ou como a fome. <br />Depois, perto do fim, <br />Agite-se um pendÃ£o, <br />E toque-se um clarim. <br /><br />Serve-se morto."<br /><br /><br />Reinaldo Ferreira<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>la vie en rose</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 09:02:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "Parece-me que jÃ¡ ninguÃ©m se Apaixona de verdade. JÃ¡ ninguÃ©m quer viver um amor impossÃ­vel. JÃ¡ ninguÃ©m aceita amar sem uma razÃ£o. Hoje as pessoas apaixonam-se por uma questÃ£o de prÃ¡tica. Porque dÃ¡ jeito. Porque sÃ£o colegas e estÃ£o ali mesmo ao lado. Porque se dÃ£o bem e nÃ£o se chateiam muito. Porque faz sentido. Porque Ã© mais barato, por causa da casa. Por causa da cama. Por causa das cuecas e das calÃ§as e das contas da lavandaria....O amor Ã© uma coisa, a vida Ã© outra. O amor nÃ£o Ã© para ser uma ajudinha.<br />NÃ£o Ã© para ser o alÃ­vio, o repouso, o intervalo, a pancadinha nas costas, a pausa que refresca, o pronto-socorro da tortuosa estrada da vida, o nosso "dÃ¡ lÃ¡ um jeitinho sentimental"."<br /><br /><br />miguel esteves cardoso<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>sem-férias</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 08:40:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "Talvez haja apenas um pecado capital: a impaciÃªncia. Devido Ã  impaciÃªncia, fomos expulsos do ParaÃ­so; devido Ã  impaciÃªncia, nÃ£o podemos voltar."<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>love or not to love</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 19:31:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "I say we are here in human form to learn by the human hieroglyphs of love and suffering. There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. It is a duty to take this risk, to love and feel without reserve or defense."<br />
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William Burroughs (itÂ´s the beat)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>podia-ter-sido-eu</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 11:40:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "What is the feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? Â it's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."<br />
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Jack Kerouac (it's the beat)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>it's the beat</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 13:03:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can't hear it. Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die."<br />
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Charles Bukowski<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>meaning?</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2007 07:09:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ NÃ£o acredito em Deus porque nunca o vi. <br />
Se ele quisesse que eu acreditasse nele, <br />
Sem dÃºvida que viria falar comigo <br />
E entraria pela minha porta dentro <br />
Dizendo-me: Aqui estou!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 04:49:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2007 18:03:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
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