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26 junho 2008

Poesia Concreta

"Poesia Concreta" na verdade é uma piada interna. Pergunte a Guilérm de Góes, seu expoente mais significante.

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Tweed jackets with brown suede elbow patches. Kitty cats a-meowing. Cheap china. Low ceilings. Bust. Overflowing ashtrays. Broken hearts. Black Sabbath. Pink fluff. Plucking eyebrows. Crunchy cat food and litter. Clothes pegs. Time-lapse watermelon. Prescription sunglasses. Love and Rockets. Post-its. Old songs. Drumsticks. Dust in the attic. Hidden drawers. Berry scented moisturizer. Broken lens. Useless knick-knacks. Books that don't belong. Pretty cigar boxes. Under-used equipment. Over-used headphones. Feline lobotomy. Rock. Encyclopaedias, Archaeology and Foeti. Double l's. White rabbit. Down the old black hole. Once for you, once for me, once for the nighttime. The 90's. Skepticism. Love and hate. Hand in hand. Male hairs. Razorblades. David Bowie. Cheesy poofs. Duct tape. Black. Ferrets a-rustling. Automatons. Dada. Throat Drops. Ignoring the present yet unseen. Wasted time. Bills. Sleep deprivation. Action Figures. Funny smell. Overrate, underrate. Fear and fascination. No regrets. Reminiscing. Photographs of anon. Ella Fitzgerald. Panda bears. Nine to five is eight to nine. Four-twenty long gone. Led Zeppelin. Air. Crappy printer. Guacamole. Over-smoked. Cables and wires. Silence. Prickly. Quench. Wishful thinking. Muzzles of bees. Chimps and noodles. Cartes-des-visites. No time. No pants. HD. Giving the finger. The Devil. Grunge. Tinted kodachromes. Simon & Garfunkel. Old boxes. Breathe. Peeling things. Yucky scabs. Purple blotches. Watercolor butterflies. Pride. Shame. Unread. Crumb is sexist. Being heard. Huge mess. Comic books. Sloth. Golden slumbers. Horror Movies. Flashlights. 5-second rule. Catterpillars. Teaspoons. Coffee, milk and powdered cocoa. News on the net. The need. The want. Band-Aids. Water. Traveling. Consuelo. Nail clippings. Objects forgotten. Sci-Fi. Costume. Suspicion. Trust. Wannabe. USB. Out of juice. Far away. Dishes. Piracy. Compilations. Carpal tunnel. Candy wrappers. Beer. Male falsetto. Contradiction and paradox. Love the smell. Manicure. Foot massage. Squeezing pimples. Nocturnal habits. YouTube. Wooly socks. Mugs. Laughing histerically. Camping out in the snow. Good. Beer and seabreeze. Saying no. Catnip. Friends. Dillema. Saudades. Mouldy bread. Chocolate. Medium format. Cheap plastic Russian cameras made in China. Stains. Memory loss. Ashes. Black and white and grey. Papers. Collect calls. Never to be back again, or. Beloved. Automated life. Stop to smell the roses. Potatoes. The guitar. Moving. Driving. Insect bites. More cigarettes. Doubt. Debt. Certainty. 30. Guilt trips. White fur.

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