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dedicada a todos que agitam a cidade e ao bar: Beirute CLS 109/110.
Todos os artistas
reunidos nesse projeto, inclusive o Cão-Sem-Uma-Perna, a barata
Romanova, David Blane e o Michael Jackson Branco, doaram seus cachês
para as filiais da - GET
IT ONG! BANG A GONG! -
através do mundo.
"
... Eu prefiro um banquete de amigos à família do gigante
... "
Se ninguém
ler, paciência... Afinal, este é mesmo um país de analfabetos!
Somos adeptos
da não-violência!
Pela
liberdade ! Pela fraternidade ! Pela igualdade ! Pela eternidade ! Contra
a virgindade !
VIVA
O REI ROBERTO CARLOS!
Alá!
Hare Krsna! Mazel-Tohv! Amém!
Que seja infinito
enquanto ... Já acabou?!
Há
uma ética!
GET
IT ONG! BANG A GONG! - Uma ONG sem fins lucrativos.
Engrandecimentos:
Galera
Do Estação e do Beirutão - 109/110 Sul ( toda sexta!
) - O Dono,
José, Paulinho, Raimundinho, Damião, Ailton, Ademar, Arleudo,
Chagas, Alencar, Cícero, Madeira, Islã, Cataclooney, Chiu,
Demais Pichinins
...
Haja, Duende-Verde!
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The
Enigmas
You ask me what
the lobster is weaving down there with its golden feet,
I tell you, the
ocean knows this
You say who is
the acedia waiting for in its transparent bell,
I tell you its
waiting for time, like you
You say who does
the macrocystis algae hug in its arms?
Study it. Study
it at a certain hour and in a certain sea I know
You question me
about the wicked tusk of the narwhale
and I respond
by describing to you how the sea unicorn
with a harpoon
in it, dies
Inquire about
the kingfisher's feathers
which tremble
in the purest springs of the southern shores
I want to tell
you that the ocean knows this,
That life, in
its jewel boxes, is endless as the sand,
impossible to
count, pure
And the time
among the blood colored grapes
has made the
petal hard and shiny,
filled the jellyfish
with light, untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall
From a horn of
plenty made of infinite mother of pearl
I'm nothing but
the empty net, which has gone on ahead of human eyes,
Dead in the darkness',
of fingers accustomed to the triangle,
Longitudes in
the timid globe of an orange
I walked around
like you investigating the endless star
And in my net
during the night I woke up naked
The only thing
caught, a fish, trapped inside the wind...
Pablo
Neruda
Estamos cadastrando
novos amigos! Mande suas poesias, poemas, textos, mas, lembre-se que todos
os créditos aqui são coletivos e livre uso por quem quiser
que seja! Five to one, baby...One to five...No one here gets out alive!
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All
we need is love!