Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Friday, October 02, 2009
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Monday, August 03, 2009
"O que é a carne? O que é esse Isso
Desejoso de envoltório e terra.
Ossos. Carne. Dois Issos sem nome."
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Rute 2 | Uma cópia dele.
Rute 3 | Quero extirpar de minha carne o que quer crescer. Não agüento mais... Vai mais rápido, garota, ou me escorre tudo pela calça.
Rute 4 | E devorar a minha carne e beber o meu sangue. Meu sangue como catchup, sangue espesso, vazar como um balde furado. Conduzo minha cena ao fim no coração do continente morto.
Rute 5 | O que está batendo aí? Será meu coração ou já será o outro? Ao Paraíso cinco mulheres executadas. Fêmeas. Mulheres. Bucetas. Buracos. Covas. Túmulos. Cadáveres. Falar a favor de uma geração morta... Ah, mas ah, antes dos pais morrem as filhas. Patos. Catchup. Continua chovendo. Quero estar só.
Rute 1 | Qualquer pesar em que a memória insista
Recorda a nossa angústia. É uma aflição.
E eu vivo a repetir. Longe da vista...
Longe do coração...
Rute 3 | Quando estou falando de mim mesma e quando ele está falando de mim mesmo, todos nós estamos falando de mim.
Rute 5 | Vejam: ela tirou a roupa e foi para a fama.
Rute 4 | O Reynaldo Gianecchini fez permanente. Ainda assim, a Marília Gabriela continua apaixonada por ele.
Rute 2, debochando, com raiva | Amélia!
Alto falante [Voz metálica.]
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Monday, March 09, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Then I left the first giant and ran
What I saw was a bunch of leopards coming after me
Since I had no voice all I had to do was fall down
My face against the sands
My eyes couldn’t get opened
Until I had a Coke to drink
And I drank
And I drank
And I was eating meat
And meat was eating me
It was eating my legs and I liked it
I was happy and crying
I cried for love
I cried for hatred
And I saw digital pieces of myself running away
And I laughed
My hair was dark and I was such a huge princess
And my armed guard was cutting off my tongue
And I blinked
He came into me I came unto him
God knows what
All the water inside of me was boiling
And my hands were flying
I was a happy child then
Then it all stopped
All at once
And I was cooking bananas and fighting off the second giant
He was puking at my face and I saw the world in green
My eyes were green
And he slapped my face
And I fell down
Right to the floor
And I liked it
The third giant was weak
And I slapped all over his face
I perforated his eyes and he bled
And I liked it
Then I drank all his blood and went ahead
Then I did away with his cock and left him with nothing good
And went ahead
Then I saw the fourth giant come
And he was armless
And then I thought where the hell do these giants come from?
And he asked me for help
And I slapped him in the face
Then a bunch of lizards started to follow me
And it was an island
And there was no coffee
My skin colour was the same as theirs
And I was a lizard
And I blushed
They wanted me
I shot them all
And they didn’t die
Then I saw the fifth giant among them
And he was like a drag
And I thought God help me
But God didn’t come and I ran
Ran Ran Ran For My Life
Then I was on my knees trying to pray
When the giant kicked my back
And I fell
And I liked it and I went mad
Everything was spinning
My head was spinning like a wheel
And then I was peeing
And then I was pooing
And then I was fussing
From where the sixth giant came
And I laughed a lot at his face and he slapped me
And tried to rape me
But he was not that allowed
And he cried
And I smashed him in my hands and ate him
And the seventh giant came from my throat
And I felt he didn’t exist
I felt my throat didn’t exist
I could see that this world didn’t exist
My voice and my hair didn’t exist
My eyes didn’t exist and I fell down
Right to the ground
And there I stayed for long and long
And there didn’t exist
And the ground didn’t exist
And I didn’t exist
The gun and the tongue didn’t exist
My dreams didn’t exist
And then I sat down and tried to reorganize my ideas.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
'' segue o crepúsculo sem solavancos, eu me solto na beirada. Faço sem fluência o malfadado percurso dos deuses. Me adianto às respostas negativas e estapeio a cara da necessidade...
Cada tiro único eu dei no pé. Eu acerto em cheio a boca da morte sem pedir socorro. Em mim, tumba coberta de pó secular, ninguém aposta no jorro sangrento da vida.''