tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9838493139733595032012-01-12T12:20:35.702-08:00Ana Pimentelnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983849313973359503.post-40172733787900530252011-06-10T04:04:00.001-07:002011-07-07T18:36:17.229-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tuJ-ERxi6K0/TfH5a40aQBI/AAAAAAAAB4o/XdnB0faFxcg/s1600/C%25C3%25B3mo+crece+el+Amor+en+este+Octubre.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tuJ-ERxi6K0/TfH5a40aQBI/AAAAAAAAB4o/XdnB0faFxcg/s640/C%25C3%25B3mo+crece+el+Amor+en+este+Octubre.JPG" t8="true" width="480px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: black;">Como crece el Amor en este Octubre </span></em></strong></div><br /><span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;">Illustration: Ana Pimentel</span><br /><span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;">Poem: Casimiro de Brito</span><br /><span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;">in <strong>INUTIL</strong> Magazine- nº 3 - 2010</span><br /><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">Não há nada mais forte do que a pele,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">se por nele entenderes</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">como eu entendo,o corpo todo,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">a sua lama e a sua alma.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">E não é por acaso que essas palavras</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">têm as mesmas letras.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">Quando penso em ti</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">também te sinto</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">e o que desejo é entrar para dentro de ti,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">comer-te e ser comido por ti.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">E quando estou dentro de ti,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">seja em que buraquinho for,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">também te penso</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">e sinto rústica e divina.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">Para mim as coisas ideais são muito</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">terrenas,muito sexuais.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">E quando faço amor,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">quando sinto o meu sexo palpitar</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">no horto</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">e quando tu própria te apoderas dele</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">e me fazes feliz,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">isso é uma acção de graças.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">Não separo o sexo do canto.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">Não separo (quando nos envolvemos </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">como duas gavinhas</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">de uma trepadeira a entrelaçarem-se)</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">a carne da sua luz.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">Não separo a lama da alma </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">nem a pele da sua luz.</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><u>Casimiro de Brito - Fragmento 781 do " Livro de Eros "</u></span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Y tu eras como un metal sonoro</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Og84PiQfByI/TfH6MVKbXLI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/DRsgmOXBUHM/s1600/DSC00740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Og84PiQfByI/TfH6MVKbXLI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/DRsgmOXBUHM/s640/DSC00740.JPG" t8="true" width="436px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><em><strong>LA BARCELONETA</strong></em>&nbsp; (1)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyI0LlBCkik/TfH6P2AGawI/AAAAAAAAB5U/um_Ki-GwfFM/s1600/LA+BARCELONETA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyI0LlBCkik/TfH6P2AGawI/AAAAAAAAB5U/um_Ki-GwfFM/s640/LA+BARCELONETA.jpg" t8="true" width="480px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><em><strong>LA BARCELONETA</strong></em> (2)</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983849313973359503-4017273378790053025?l=anapimentel-mybar09.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Pimentelnoreply@blogger.com