<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3149310319819470042</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:01:35.571-02:00</updated><category term='delgadas'/><category term='lascivas'/><category term='instáveis'/><category term='intangíveis'/><title type='text'>Apartamento 273</title><subtitle type='html'>Um apartamento onde jamais se viu seus habitantes, embora se tenha certeza que eles existem. As portas não tem trancas, e sempre há alguém visitando, observando as constantes mudanças na mobília...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149310319819470042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arthur Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831104989554702829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/S2I_md9c8xI/AAAAAAAAALs/gJX1L0kbsmA/S220/gta4_nico.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3149310319819470042.post-7616913199568203510</id><published>2011-03-16T13:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T13:19:26.125-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instáveis'/><title type='text'>deslocamentos I</title><content type='html'>Toda vez aqui me deparo com o fato de que aquilo que não existe concretamente é, matematicamente, um &lt;i&gt;conjunto de possibilidades infinitas&lt;/i&gt;, infinitos vagalumes. Como homens, buscamos as &lt;i&gt;finalidades&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vWrwg2noGVo/TYDfR_xH7eI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dhffGgLruyk/s1600/deslocamentos_I.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vWrwg2noGVo/TYDfR_xH7eI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dhffGgLruyk/s320/deslocamentos_I.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;deslocamento de pontos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa incerteza, uma nebulosa de pontos (que se adensa aos poucos), que por gravidade - ou magnetismo - se agrupam, cerrando ou abrindo porções de espaço, conforme os desejos do homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;- - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;A imagem contém fragmentos da planta do Pavilhão de Barcelona, de Mies Van der Rohe (1929).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3149310319819470042-7616913199568203510?l=ap273.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/feeds/7616913199568203510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/2011/03/deslocamentos-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149310319819470042/posts/default/7616913199568203510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149310319819470042/posts/default/7616913199568203510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/2011/03/deslocamentos-i.html' title='deslocamentos I'/><author><name>Arthur Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831104989554702829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/S2I_md9c8xI/AAAAAAAAALs/gJX1L0kbsmA/S220/gta4_nico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vWrwg2noGVo/TYDfR_xH7eI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dhffGgLruyk/s72-c/deslocamentos_I.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3149310319819470042.post-2689128396541077496</id><published>2011-01-20T22:37:00.058-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:44:55.615-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delgadas'/><title type='text'>miragens II</title><content type='html'>Ela não podia ver o que me encantava no apartamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desista do seu sonho estúpido&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: there's too much out there&lt;br /&gt;Too much already said&lt;br /&gt;You'd better give up hoping&lt;br /&gt;You're better off in bed¹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela imagem na parede me lembrava que a realidade, às vezes, só se enxerga pela fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TTjUhjaYvII/AAAAAAAAAXU/w9Fe3hAVyKI/s1600/miragens_002.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TTjUhjaYvII/AAAAAAAAAXU/w9Fe3hAVyKI/s320/miragens_002.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;o galeão branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Ser "pouco menos que impossível"² é tudo que basta para se insistir num sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A miséria material, a miséria cultural, as casas de papel, a fome.&lt;br /&gt;As cidades que desmancham na água, como castelos de areia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, a realidade é a mais absurda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1 - STEVEN, Wilson. Stupid Dream, 2: Piano Lessons. 1999. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JQOSB8TeAs"&gt;ouvir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2 - MÁRQUEZ, Gabriel García. Cem anos de solidão. 1967.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3149310319819470042-2689128396541077496?l=ap273.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/feeds/2689128396541077496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/2011/01/miragens-ii.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149310319819470042/posts/default/2689128396541077496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149310319819470042/posts/default/2689128396541077496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/2011/01/miragens-ii.html' title='miragens II'/><author><name>Arthur Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831104989554702829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/S2I_md9c8xI/AAAAAAAAALs/gJX1L0kbsmA/S220/gta4_nico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TTjUhjaYvII/AAAAAAAAAXU/w9Fe3hAVyKI/s72-c/miragens_002.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3149310319819470042.post-1653019817397211389</id><published>2011-01-04T15:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:42:04.766-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lascivas'/><title type='text'>miragens I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;O apartamento cheira a ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TOFbuQ3QqqI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1IK1LzYAB-A/s320/perfume+lascivo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;perfume lascivo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tão leve como um perfume, que flutua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Não era esse o verdadeiro cheiro dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mas era bom... e eu me enganava feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ser leve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;é ser surpreendentemente tangente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ou ser estaticamente impossível?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sabina¹ sempre foi leve demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Não era para ser como ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #666666; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. KUNDERA, Milan. A Insustentável leveza do ser. 1984.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #666666; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3149310319819470042-1653019817397211389?l=ap273.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/feeds/1653019817397211389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/2011/01/miragens-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149310319819470042/posts/default/1653019817397211389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149310319819470042/posts/default/1653019817397211389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/2011/01/miragens-i.html' title='miragens I'/><author><name>Arthur Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831104989554702829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/S2I_md9c8xI/AAAAAAAAALs/gJX1L0kbsmA/S220/gta4_nico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TOFbuQ3QqqI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1IK1LzYAB-A/s72-c/perfume+lascivo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3149310319819470042.post-8857160387118716447</id><published>2010-11-10T10:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:48:56.894-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intangíveis'/><title type='text'>liberdade I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TNoBb3P8O1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/McTxEeudWBE/s1600/intangiveis_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TNoBb3P8O1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/McTxEeudWBE/s320/intangiveis_001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;volume intangível&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade é uma invenção do egoísmo, bem como a escravidão.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto se pode abusar do mundo em nome da liberdade? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me... the freedom to destroy...&lt;br /&gt;Give me... radiocative toy...&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, o escultor deste volume não é livre, mas irresponsável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;1. WILSON, Steven. On the sunday of life,&amp;nbsp; 8: Radioactive toy. 1991. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1l2EWLeS1Yk"&gt;ouvir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3149310319819470042-8857160387118716447?l=ap273.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/feeds/8857160387118716447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/2010/11/liberdade-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149310319819470042/posts/default/8857160387118716447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149310319819470042/posts/default/8857160387118716447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/2010/11/liberdade-i.html' title='liberdade I'/><author><name>Arthur Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831104989554702829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/S2I_md9c8xI/AAAAAAAAALs/gJX1L0kbsmA/S220/gta4_nico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TNoBb3P8O1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/McTxEeudWBE/s72-c/intangiveis_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3149310319819470042.post-3105776720845643868</id><published>2010-09-21T17:53:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:26:01.286-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lascivas'/><title type='text'>cidades II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não é que eu invada o 273: a porta simplesmente nunca foi trancada, e muitas vezes está entreaberta.&lt;br /&gt;É sempre um brilho, um barulho, um cheiro que me arrastam adentro, na esperança de uma conversa elucidativa... mas ainda não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa das cômodas, empoeirada e opaca, repousava um objeto, que acredito ser uma maquete de uma cidade, ou uma de suas partes: mas essa deve ser uma interpretação minha antes que a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única verdade é que me encantavam suas volúpias, curvas, piruetas e obliquidades, desviando minha atenção para toda aquela falta de linearidade.&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TJkbm447REI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ukm77fLKyvk/s1600/lasciva_001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TJkbm447REI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ukm77fLKyvk/s320/lasciva_001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;cidade lasciva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TJkQeZ17CcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/BCDuj_BguEE/s1600/lasciva_001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino que os habitantes de tal cidade seriam, forçosamente, rebeldes. Contra os princípios da geometria tradicional, habitaram o lugar mais deformado pela teoria da relatividade. Contra a gravidade e os ventos, erigiram as estruturas mais esbeltas e enormes lajes em projeção. Com efeito, economia e engenharia erigiam uma cidade espetacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez, frustrado, vou embora sem que alguém pudesse de fato dizer de que se tratava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alguns habitantes do mundo estão em movimento; para os demais, é o mundo que se recusa a ficar parado"¹. Desta cidade (que em parte tive de inventar) se poderia inferir o seguinte: dispersos nos desejos e ambições de construir uma cidade mais preocupada com edifícios, instituições e espetáculos que com a vida, a emancipação e a alegria de seus habitantes, estes não têm perspectivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. BAUMAN, Zigmut. Modernidade Líquida. 1999.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3149310319819470042-3105776720845643868?l=ap273.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/feeds/3105776720845643868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/2010/09/cidades-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149310319819470042/posts/default/3105776720845643868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149310319819470042/posts/default/3105776720845643868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/2010/09/cidades-ii.html' title='cidades II'/><author><name>Arthur Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831104989554702829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/S2I_md9c8xI/AAAAAAAAALs/gJX1L0kbsmA/S220/gta4_nico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TJkbm447REI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ukm77fLKyvk/s72-c/lasciva_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3149310319819470042.post-5575634252466573665</id><published>2010-09-14T22:22:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T00:09:40.486-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delgadas'/><title type='text'>cidades I</title><content type='html'>há certo tempo se imagina se o apartamento 273 está abandonado ou habitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seus habitantes nunca são vistos,&lt;br /&gt;mas com atenção se nota a pilha de louça que aumenta,&lt;br /&gt;as cartas ao pé da porta - vez rasgadas, vez recolhidas sobre o aparador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um ou outro objeto que muda de lugar,&lt;br /&gt;um ou outro some,&lt;br /&gt;um ou outro aparece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na última vez, estava mais organizado.&lt;br /&gt;e um novo quadro na parede:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TJAmWm9jMqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/O_aUTHqbX8w/s1600/delgada_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TJAmWm9jMqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/O_aUTHqbX8w/s320/delgada_001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516951713386541730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;cidade delgada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixo a sala aos seus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantasmas&lt;/span&gt;, fechando a porta atrás de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lembrei-me de Otávia&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;¹&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;a leveza das formas pode ser uma linha delicadamente desenhada,&lt;br /&gt;pode ser a fragilidade de um espírito à beira do colapso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otávia precisa que seus habitantes sejam seguros e felizes - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leves&lt;/span&gt;, pois a rede que a sustenta "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não resistirá mais que isso&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo deve repousar sobre placas de chumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;1.  CALVINO, Ítalo. As Cidades Invisíveis. 1972&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3149310319819470042-5575634252466573665?l=ap273.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/feeds/5575634252466573665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149310319819470042/posts/default/5575634252466573665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149310319819470042/posts/default/5575634252466573665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ap273.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='cidades I'/><author><name>Arthur Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831104989554702829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/S2I_md9c8xI/AAAAAAAAALs/gJX1L0kbsmA/S220/gta4_nico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8XPDYvbZPM/TJAmWm9jMqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/O_aUTHqbX8w/s72-c/delgada_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
