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não chamem logo as funerárias,<br />
cortem-me as veias dos pulsos pra que me saibam bem morto,<br />
medo? só que o sangue vibre ainda na garganta<br />
e qualquer mão e meia me encha de terra a boca,<br />
sei de quem se tenha erguido, de pura respiração, do fundo da madeira,<br />
saibro, roupa, gôtas de orvalho ou cêra,<br />
ornatos, espadanas, lágrimas,<br />
últimas musicas,<br />
não é como no escuro o trigo que ressuscita,<br />
sei sim de quem despedaçou as tábuas e ficou entre caos e nada com o sangue<br />
alvoraçado nos braços e nas têmporas,<br />
que se não pare nunca entre as matérias intransponíveis,<br />
cortem-me cerce o sangue fresco,<br />
que a terra me não côma vivo,<br />
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[excerto]<br />
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Herberto Helder, in “Ofício cantante – poesia completa” assírio & alvim, 2009miguel.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458812103242733132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20274472.post-68400251188416377462015-03-07T09:59:00.003+00:002015-03-07T09:59:42.423+00:00brevemente<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Miguel Manso "persianas" tinta da china, 2015miguel.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458812103242733132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20274472.post-64782159459596810932015-01-31T14:09:00.002+00:002015-01-31T14:09:48.755+00:00...<div style="text-align: center;">
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Gostaria de me afundar como no mar.<br />
Criar com a minha boca.<br />
Que a minha mão saísse para fora das linhas...<br />
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Porque as melhores pessoas são tristes. A minha mãe é pálida, muito pálida, e mesmo quando se ri treme-lhe uma tristeza no riso como gotas de água num ramo ao sol. Nunca vemos Jesus dar cotoveladas aos seus discípulos e torcerem-se a rir. Judas, esse, queria armar-se em esperto e afastava-se deles para se rir sozinho. Nunca se viu ninguém pensar numa coisa difícil, nos rebentos de uma árvore, no sol, como é que ele sobe e desce na água do céu, e desatar a rir-se. Aliás, só há felicidade nos tristes. Os homens dizem: «Uma vida de cão.» Julgam que os animais são humilhados e infelizes. Mas eu tinha observado com atenção os animais e sabia que os homens se enganavam porque uma formiga nunca pára para suspirar, dizendo que a vida não vale a pena ser vivida, e não há um burro que diga: «Como me envergonho de ser burro.» E no que respeita às plantas, tanto orgulho têm por ser o que são, que nunca dizem nada a ninguém. Os animais só são infelizes quando magoam uma pata. Eu quando me magoo não me sinto infeliz. Mesmo quando era pequeno e caía, desatava a rir-me e gritava: «Dei um tombo!», ou chamava alguém para anunciar: «Tenho sangue a correr!» Nós, nós somos infelizes por não andarmos nada contentes com o que somos, e também por não sabermos o que gostaríamos de ser. [Luc Dietrich, "A Felicidade dos Tristes"].<br />
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Luc Dietrich nasceu a 17 de Março de 1913 em Dijon e morreu a 12 de Agosto de 1944.
"A Felicidade dos Tristes", com que esteve à beira de ganhar o Prémio Goncourt em 1935, é a sua obra mais conhecida.<br />
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Luc Dietrich "A Felicidade dos Tristes" sistema solar, 2015<br />
trad. Aníbal Fernandesmiguel.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458812103242733132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20274472.post-83899055383174274802015-01-13T00:46:00.000+00:002015-01-13T00:46:33.036+00:00"O céu é dos violentos" <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">«Talvez pudesse ouvir passos junto à porta do quarto, passos leves que estacariam enquanto a minha vida, toda a vida, ficaria suspensa. Eu existiria então vagamente, alimentado pela violência de uma esperança, preso à obscura respiração dessa pessoa parada. Os comboios passariam sempre. E eu estaria a pensar nas palavras do amor, naquilo que se pode dizer quando a extrema solidão nos dá um talento inconcebível. O meu talento seria o máximo talento de um homem e devia reter, apenas pela sua força silenciosa, essa pessoa defronte da porta, a poucos metros, à distância de um simples movimento caloroso. Mas nesse instante ser-me-ia revelada a essencial crueldade do espírito. Penso que desejaria somente a presença incógnita e solitária dessa pessoa atrás da porta.»</span></span><br />
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SONHANDO DANÇAS, VÍGIL MARCAS PASSO.<br />
Vivendo dormes, vives se adormeces<br />
Na caixinha de música em que esqueces<br />
Como um velho, sobre o éter do bagaço.<br />
Oh, em ti rodopias, pobre piasca,<br />
Que sonhas teu compasso visionário,<br />
A falsa valsa, o baile imaginário<br />
Nos clássicos salões da tosca tasca.<br />
E abraços tantos são em que te abraças<br />
Que em sonho lasso o abraço lhe prolongas;<br />
Em aguardente imerso o capitão<br />
Assim aceita os braços de outras braças.<br />
A vida... Porque nela te delongas?<br />
A vida cabe toda num caixão.<br />
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Daniel Jonas, in "Nó" assírio & alvim, 2014miguel.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458812103242733132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20274472.post-67025184195832866682014-11-13T11:25:00.000+00:002014-11-13T14:26:48.298+00:00brevemente<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Herberto Helder "A morte sem mestre" porto editora, 2014miguel.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458812103242733132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20274472.post-67104555869149733622014-04-04T23:28:00.004+01:002014-04-04T23:28:37.111+01:00Jorge Fallorca (1949-2014)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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miguel.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458812103242733132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20274472.post-60459972476183648132014-03-10T15:11:00.000+00:002014-03-10T15:22:42.233+00:00nas livrarias a 11 de Abril<br />
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A partir do modo como ouve o jazz de Charles Mingus,Thelonious Monk, Bud Powell, Art Pepper, Chet Baker, entre outros, e a partir de uma série de fotografias de músicos e formações, Geoff Dyer improvisa e ficciona oito variações como se fossem, cada uma delas mas também em conjunto, um romance. Nas palavras de Keith Jarrett, este é o melhor livro de jazz que ele alguma vez leu.<br />
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Geoff Dyer "Mas é bonito" quetzal, 2014miguel.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458812103242733132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20274472.post-42945675571486764322014-02-27T01:23:00.001+00:002014-02-27T01:24:12.939+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://24.media.tumblr.com/d4952b7b9bdeff6b23d92723b00296c5/tumblr_n1kwahQJW61qi73s5o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://24.media.tumblr.com/d4952b7b9bdeff6b23d92723b00296c5/tumblr_n1kwahQJW61qi73s5o1_500.gif" /></a></div>miguel.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458812103242733132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20274472.post-73787630011109508212014-02-22T16:05:00.001+00:002014-02-22T16:05:17.248+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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COISAS QUENTES A BAIXAS TEMPERATURAS<br />
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Mistura o que quiseres, se fores ao parque ou à rua que desce, no Príncipe Real. Põe lado a lado literatura da boa —porque alguém disse que o que é bom é azul — e política medíocre. Equilibra as marcas para não haver sobre-representação. Mistura títulos com exemplares, chancelas com selos de correio, leitores com clientes, facturação com escoamento de stock. Usa ingredientes biológicos, recicla ideias. Mistura-te com pessoas que gostam de coisas que suportas com dificuldade. Não deixes de falar com desconhecidos. Não espreites perfis. Mistura o que quiseres, podes ser duas pessoas ou mais: vender e ser vendido, escrever biografias e cortá-las até terem duas linhas — uma delas pode ser tua, os outros relatos também são falsos. Ouve e copia sotaques alheios, como se a tua família fosse outra. Mistura o que quiseres, não expliques, não te queixes, cita sem saber quem citas. Escreve sempre que precisares. Usa o imperativo na segunda pessoa quando pensas numa multidão de desconhecidos que não está lá. Diz outra vez que preferes esse tempo e modo ao que era anterior. Trata o teu colega como gostarias que ele te tratasse a ti. Mistura casa com trabalho, caso com trabalho, costura com candura. Mistura o que cozinhas e o que temes. Vende os teus medos: faz com que não te pertençam, não vendas o que é teu. Acredita no que quiseres, esquece-te de que a tua intuição está provavelmente sempre certa. Diz que tudo é exercício: que sabes, sem anúncio, que o teu lugar já é de outra pessoa. Diz que tudo era cansaço e deseja felicidades a quem vier.<br />
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Margarida Ferra, in "Sorte de principiante" &etc, 2013miguel.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458812103242733132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20274472.post-12521201732191736132014-02-05T01:12:00.000+00:002014-02-05T01:12:01.552+00:00brevemente, nova edição...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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William S. Burroughs "Cidades da Noite Vermelha" quetzal, 2014miguel.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458812103242733132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20274472.post-42085202186274132362014-01-23T21:51:00.001+00:002014-01-23T21:51:22.021+00:00Efterklang - AN ISLAND - Vincent Moon<div style="text-align: center;">
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