tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81941077627071393172024-03-13T22:21:59.667-07:00HdSHdS(Homem do Saco): andarilho e libertário, esse personagem anônimo passa ao largo do mundo "organizado".
Nada se sabe dele.Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-8674069201544690272009-10-19T23:20:00.000-07:002009-10-19T23:25:07.359-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1XslO5NvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/j0kfRBUIIWo/s1600-h/Chap%C3%A9us+Cury+c%C3%B3pia.jpg1"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394564352080164594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1XslO5NvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/j0kfRBUIIWo/s400/Chap%C3%A9us+Cury+c%C3%B3pia.jpg1" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-34609411176061667202009-10-19T23:08:00.000-07:002009-10-19T23:19:20.717-07:00CONTINUUM<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Mambo, escambo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Troca de passos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Tango, fandango, jongo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Tudo dançando, continuum ando</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">O dengo, o tengo tengo, o flamenco</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">O lundú, o merengue, o rasquear do charango</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">O bumbo, o gongo, o banjo, o Bando da Lua</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">O canto, o contra-canto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">O tempo em contra-tempo, encontra o tempo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Todos flutuando, sambando em bando</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Transeando</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Derviches rodopiando</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Sendo-aí, aí estando</span></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-86436154414313026212009-10-19T23:04:00.000-07:002009-10-19T23:07:24.973-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1TYH607II/AAAAAAAAAEM/XcypmNSZxdU/s1600-h/Minotauro+c%C3%B3pia.jpg1"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394559602567474306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1TYH607II/AAAAAAAAAEM/XcypmNSZxdU/s400/Minotauro+c%C3%B3pia.jpg1" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-10913664861325452852009-10-19T22:56:00.000-07:002009-10-19T23:00:00.636-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Um dia,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">em 1984, fui deixado numa rua de Nova York.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Era domingo de manhã e parecia tudo dormindo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">A rua era só eu e todos aqueles edfícios a se deitarem sobre mim.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Estava absolutamente só, sem nenhuma referência que me desse um índice de quem eu era.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">erdi a identidade por inteiro, estava nú de mim, de pânico, enquanto caminhava desorientado sob o sol da América.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">A alma que também me abandonara esbarrou no limite extremo da solidão.</span></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-58903576614559178762009-10-19T22:52:00.000-07:002009-10-19T22:56:32.858-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1RBF8MF7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/YLz9DaM0enA/s1600-h/Fuckswagen+c%C3%B3pia.jpg1"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394557007876069298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1RBF8MF7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/YLz9DaM0enA/s400/Fuckswagen+c%C3%B3pia.jpg1" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-43819023763602856312009-10-19T22:51:00.000-07:002009-10-19T22:52:38.075-07:00DECLARAÇÃO NATURAL DE AMOR<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">O</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">ZÔNIO</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">AMA</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">ZÔNIA</span></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-21510435032659532432009-10-19T22:14:00.000-07:002009-10-19T22:16:51.952-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1Hff2DdVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_XUJTC95jXk/s1600-h/El+Diablo+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394546535109457234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1Hff2DdVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_XUJTC95jXk/s400/El+Diablo+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-57370548730060800182009-10-19T22:09:00.000-07:002009-10-19T22:13:18.919-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Há um morcego na casa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">É preto e voa dentro do meu quarto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Sinto o vento das asas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Ele me incomoda muito e dá um grunhido que arrepia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Sei que vou matá-lo mas ainda não consegui</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">porque ele se esconde quando começo a perseguí-lo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Eu me deito e ele volta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Inicio a perseguição</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Só me tranquilizo com a sua morte</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Sei que é um frugívero mas não tenho nervos para</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">aguentar sua presença passeando do quarto para a cozinha</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">e depois pra sala projetando uma sombra grande que</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">percorre as paredes em velocidade</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Estou só e ele é meu companheiro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Volte logo morcego, quero matá-lo e dormir.</span></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-80094791361154956162009-10-19T22:05:00.000-07:002009-10-19T22:08:40.794-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1FcStNm7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lk_5DjJsOgs/s1600-h/%C3%89+belo+porque+%C3%A9+feio+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394544281019849650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1FcStNm7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lk_5DjJsOgs/s400/%C3%89+belo+porque+%C3%A9+feio+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-6557874673259877122009-10-19T22:04:00.001-07:002009-10-19T22:05:07.082-07:00EDREDON<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">A praia é mole,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">A praia não tem aresta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Na praia nada se molesta</span></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-91466195642963978932009-10-19T22:02:00.000-07:002009-10-19T22:03:58.029-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1EqbUPd1I/AAAAAAAAADs/hm3r5XEIfGo/s1600-h/Clorofilado+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394543424337573714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1EqbUPd1I/AAAAAAAAADs/hm3r5XEIfGo/s400/Clorofilado+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-71300171751895875952009-10-19T22:01:00.000-07:002009-10-19T22:02:50.045-07:00DELICATESSE<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Ao se desfazer um caso de amor é preciso ter na boca as melhores palavras, e durante esse longo momento, muita cautela para não ferir no outro aquele que já é pra nós antigo sentimento.</span></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-69232648793520233982009-10-19T21:59:00.000-07:002009-10-19T22:00:59.938-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1D_9DpF1I/AAAAAAAAADk/cN7oZaHzBcw/s1600-h/C%C3%A9sio+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394542694660380498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1D_9DpF1I/AAAAAAAAADk/cN7oZaHzBcw/s400/C%C3%A9sio+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-54232521731272542122009-10-19T21:58:00.000-07:002009-10-19T21:59:27.013-07:00Visage<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">A ilha olha helicópteros</span></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-83681858586581877022009-10-19T21:57:00.000-07:002009-10-19T21:58:33.944-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1DbdtLJaI/AAAAAAAAADc/9wi7TKIurII/s1600-h/Cachorr%C3%A3o+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394542067769353634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1DbdtLJaI/AAAAAAAAADc/9wi7TKIurII/s400/Cachorr%C3%A3o+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-30233447834397878302009-10-19T21:56:00.000-07:002009-10-19T21:57:16.902-07:00PÁTRIA<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Uma bandeira hasteada num grampo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Nessa bandeira eu vivo, eu trampo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Nesse verde, amarelo, azul e branco.</span></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-72560746348964472682009-10-19T21:45:00.000-07:002009-10-19T21:55:59.242-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1Bi9fxu4I/AAAAAAAAADU/Xb53ZkTHMhs/s1600-h/Absent+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394539997538925442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St1Bi9fxu4I/AAAAAAAAADU/Xb53ZkTHMhs/s400/Absent+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-81291569968136040702009-10-19T21:44:00.001-07:002009-10-19T21:44:39.261-07:00GALOPE LINGUAL<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Pula lá pa pegá quela lata</span></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-26092620911426642712009-10-19T21:38:00.000-07:002009-10-19T21:43:58.069-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St0_0PJtVFI/AAAAAAAAADM/UB98YdOM4qM/s1600-h/3Le+Pastiche+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394538095312720978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St0_0PJtVFI/AAAAAAAAADM/UB98YdOM4qM/s400/3Le+Pastiche+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-3486409533108227352009-10-19T21:35:00.000-07:002009-10-19T21:38:32.967-07:0025 DE MAIO<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Tão boa foi essa temporada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Até um eclipse aconteceu noutro dia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">A terra sobre a lua sombreada, perfeitamente ajustada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Como esse encontro, suave, sem confronto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Pleno de afeto, lento, o tempo certo para sulcar lembranças de uma breve eternidade</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">No fim, uma viajem, uma lacuna, um tempo para refletir, saudade.</span></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-1019357415445457972009-10-19T21:32:00.000-07:002009-10-19T21:34:58.942-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St09fOJD6NI/AAAAAAAAADE/Op7-gt4lztY/s1600-h/3Le+Pastiche+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394535535241062610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St09fOJD6NI/AAAAAAAAADE/Op7-gt4lztY/s400/3Le+Pastiche+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-28226601567815475192009-10-19T21:29:00.000-07:002009-10-19T21:31:53.079-07:00ILHA SOLTEIRA<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">A ilha que há na fronteira solteira é, e só, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">como é da natureza das ilhas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Não lhe carece união, nem filhos, nem filhas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Pouco lhe interessa casamento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Apesar do assédio constante do rio e do vento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Quer somente estar só, sem lenço e sem documento.</span></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-27889782246236022112009-10-19T21:26:00.000-07:002009-10-19T21:29:29.120-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St08Ozq8XLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3omIc8z-eE8/s1600-h/3La+Strega+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394534153745882290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St08Ozq8XLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3omIc8z-eE8/s400/3La+Strega+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-42958671352014567102009-10-19T21:10:00.000-07:002009-10-19T21:11:34.044-07:00LONELYNESS IS A WARM GUN<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Título para</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Hemingway</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Van Gogh</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Ana Cristina Cesar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Chet Baker</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Perdo Nava</span></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194107762707139317.post-84948182690323868342009-10-19T21:05:00.000-07:002009-10-19T21:10:13.793-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St03ZDbW1TI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zQiDIbSDf08/s1600-h/3JAZZ+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394528832216028466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69Kk9M1Udhw/St03ZDbW1TI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zQiDIbSDf08/s400/3JAZZ+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Julio Minervinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04138686520873141112noreply@blogger.com0