tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54812514822994154372024-03-22T01:11:39.947+01:00INTERIOR SEM CONTORNOSTout d'un coup, il m'est devenu indifférent de ne pas être moderneInterior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comBlogger267125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-6042308575874102492013-04-03T20:20:00.001+02:002013-04-03T20:20:25.205+02:00Il y a deux sortes de personnes. Celles qui font des promesses qu'elles ne tiennent pas, et celles qui s'interdisent les promesses qu'elles ne sont pas sûrs de tenir.
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Ela. Caminhava vestida de rosa, cabelos negros enrolados e retidos por um lenço estampado de cores garridas, num doce balanço na direcção do bar.
Ela. Tinha a pele bronzeada cor caramelo, que o sol não resistia a acariciar.
Ela. Oferecia sorrisos, respostas laterais,
a todos os que o reclamavam: mulheres, invejosas das suas curvas generosas, Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-21693401827546406002013-02-11T02:00:00.000+01:002013-02-11T02:00:01.371+01:00Sexual Healing
Dans la boîte noire les corps remuent
Encerclés par les volutes de fumée
Sexy moulée dans un body blanc fines bretelles
Elle trémousse
Tête en arrière bouche ouverte sous la pluie dorée
Lumière
Du fond de sa gorge les maux
Jaillissent
Scandés
Scindés
Éclatés
Explosés
Écorchées
Mouillées
Auréolées d'une blanche écume
Boisson ambre
Portée par son bras infirme
Ses lèvres Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-50312745815493434292013-02-10T01:56:00.000+01:002013-04-03T20:58:33.380+02:00o denominador comumParou. Abruptamente disse-lhe que não podia gostar dela pois que percebia ela de Poesia, se não frequentava o Music Box ! E desapareceu.
Ela seguiu-o do olhar, observando como cada vez mais qualquer coisa nele lhe fazia pensar na Iliade de Homero, em Hephaïstos ou talvez no filho de Zeus e de Semelé, Dionisios.
Silêncio.
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Il resta quelques instants immobile dans la brume du réveil, le corps glacé, malgré les trois radiateurs allumés dans l’appartement et se glissa davantage sous l’épaisse couverture qui recouvra jusqu’en haut son visage endormi. Chaque geste, fusse-t-il lever les bras ou crisper les doigts des mains ou même des pieds, lui sembla quasi insurmontable, comme le sont beaucoup de ses journéesInterior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-30945162394611882072013-01-31T01:45:00.000+01:002013-01-31T02:05:23.302+01:00O Insaisissable ! suspends ton vol
Não tinha previsto uma oração.
Embaraçada disse-lhe que a lista,
de tudo aquilo que pedimos, já era
longa, não valia a pena acrescentar.
De repente, é incrível como em tudo,
damos a volta e em dois tempos
inventamos, Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-86283208493011610712013-01-09T22:48:00.000+01:002013-01-31T02:04:43.414+01:00Le désordre et la nuitGeorges Vallois:- Dis-moi Lucky, est-ce que tu couches avec lui ?Lucky Fridel :- Le moins possible.[Le désordre et la nuit, Gilles Grangier 1957]Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-48738147511146948052013-01-05T00:30:00.003+01:002013-01-05T00:30:54.591+01:00au trouble de la mémoire sont liées les intermittences du coeurInterior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-9163251593648410952012-08-30T14:31:00.000+02:002012-08-30T14:33:59.374+02:00Je ne veux pas Je ne veux pas
me souvenir que je t’aimais ; je ne veux pas
me souvenir que parfois, toi aussi tu m’aimais
Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-74962929625460235972012-08-30T01:39:00.000+02:002012-08-30T01:43:00.942+02:00NE CHANGE RIENInterior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-46413479940471555232012-08-16T23:27:00.000+02:002012-08-16T23:28:15.558+02:00Prenez soin de vous, SophieInterior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-69139141695572586142012-08-10T02:21:00.000+02:002012-08-10T02:21:44.162+02:00dans la chambre sans destinil y a quelqu'un qui chante des chansons tragiquesInterior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-45868563124695113582012-08-02T14:34:00.002+02:002012-08-02T14:34:26.423+02:00ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD
Cette vie
est un hôpital où chaque malade est possédé du désir de changer de lit.
Celui-ci voudrait souffrir en face du poêle, et celui-là croit qu’il guérirait à
côté de la fenêtre. Il me semble que je serais toujours bien là où je ne suis
pas, et cette question de déménagement en est une que je discute sans cesse
avec mon âme.
« Dis-moi, mon âme, pauvre âme refroidie, que penserais-tu Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-91581047275891873022012-07-30T14:57:00.001+02:002012-07-30T14:57:21.802+02:00Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-48042250332656027162012-07-24T01:38:00.000+02:002012-07-24T01:38:06.675+02:00Words belong to each otherInterior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-18143207053097045802012-07-22T16:21:00.002+02:002012-07-22T16:21:43.667+02:00you know what I meanWell, my heart went "boom,"When I crossed that room,And I held his hand in mine...Well, we danced through the night,And we held each other tight,And before too long I fell in love with him.Now, I'll never dance with another (whooh)When I saw him standing thereWell, my heart went "boom,"When I crossed that room,And I held his hand in mine...Oh, we danced through the night,And we held each other Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-90173028190165246332012-07-22T16:02:00.002+02:002012-07-22T16:05:44.375+02:00sol sombra chuva
les églises romanes ont la specialité qu'il n'ya pas de toit où l'on peut s'abriter
Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-84799221754849066812012-07-14T15:27:00.000+02:002013-10-13T20:38:54.334+02:00Il s'inspire de Le TellierIl y a eu Dom Juan, il y a eu Valmont, il a eu Casanova, il y a eu Sacha Guitry, il a eu les acteurs américains et, maintenant, il y a moi. Je serais cette année champion du monde et s'il y avait des jeux olympiques j'aurais la médaille d'or.
Je suis l'homme le plus équilibré de la soirée, le plus calme, le plus concentré, et mon art consiste à fabriquer du déséquilbre.
Tous les grands Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-44763800629552629972012-07-02T00:37:00.000+02:002012-07-02T00:40:59.381+02:00
Tudo tem um principio e um fim. Simplesmente, o principio não é o que pensamos. O fim, também não é o que cremos. Começos que sempre recomeçam na maior das indiferenças param dramaticamente. Muitos poderiam ter seguimento e deveriam ter tido seguimento, mas não seguem. Há tantos começos deixados a eles próprios, ignorados, impossível de os contar. Fins também há muitos, passados Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-8398107096673351882012-06-30T18:01:00.002+02:002013-01-31T02:08:25.463+01:00Autoportrait d'un séducteur
Mon art consiste à séduire les femmes au cours d'une soirée. À séduire le plus vite possible.
Un art humain.
je suis séducteur.
Nuno Miguel Guedes
Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-14370306673562405102012-06-20T01:02:00.002+02:002012-07-02T03:51:40.938+02:00Chaque fois que je lis Shakespeare, il me semble que je déchiquète la cervelle d'un jaguar.
Lautréamont, Poésies
Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-62317113881894311082012-06-11T18:29:00.001+02:002012-06-11T18:29:52.468+02:00Et les rêves prendront leur revancheInterior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-80102676820118755592012-05-23T23:47:00.000+02:002012-07-02T01:08:29.752+02:00Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-73989953418811268172012-05-21T10:47:00.001+02:002012-05-21T10:48:32.399+02:00Interior sem contornoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352702349893703746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481251482299415437.post-72245082165085150142012-05-10T10:49:00.000+02:002012-05-14T10:53:20.170+02:00Se croyant Icare, du haut d'une falaise il est parti
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