tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10111931667959071212024-03-06T00:04:32.474-08:00Kiki PeixotoKiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.comBlogger225125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-10340097819700585082014-06-06T03:30:00.002-07:002014-06-06T03:31:38.615-07:00ela voltou<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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pois, Criança, ela ressurge dos mortos<o:p></o:p></div>
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com um pingente no pescoço<o:p></o:p></div>
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pégaso de prata brilhante<o:p></o:p></div>
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a alma<o:p></o:p></div>
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não é mais o corpo<o:p></o:p></div>
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ideia diademada<o:p></o:p></div>
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a luz na cabeça<o:p></o:p></div>
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aquilo acabou, findou, no fundo<o:p></o:p></div>
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espeto na pata.<o:p></o:p></div>
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por isso voa.</div>
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simplesmente.<o:p></o:p></div>
Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-65764404709568080802012-01-15T23:50:00.000-08:002012-01-15T23:55:34.502-08:00l´amour fou...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw3i8ZD2BINdp0IxhQa2i4ogAL9OygYvwlaacqvjBzVhQkRk5fRcSAWFF4JOD3r8ViAtKVm5AjNG2oddS7ZiqxyCXI4fFMc2NNU4jsix5GoGFauXaEenJcHWU5Vkq18qINzvNDtoytZ4-c/s1600/coco.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw3i8ZD2BINdp0IxhQa2i4ogAL9OygYvwlaacqvjBzVhQkRk5fRcSAWFF4JOD3r8ViAtKVm5AjNG2oddS7ZiqxyCXI4fFMc2NNU4jsix5GoGFauXaEenJcHWU5Vkq18qINzvNDtoytZ4-c/s320/coco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698135180954474114" border="0" /></a><br />Em 1966, Clarice Lispector faz fisioterapia para se recuperar dos estragos do incêndio que a atingiu, sobretudo, a mão direita. Lá se encontra com Lucio Cardoso que trata as seqüelas de uma série de AVCs. Dois sequelados por um amour fou..Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-18663955308763400152012-01-14T01:28:00.000-08:002012-01-14T01:29:26.632-08:00Cimitière du Père La Chaise<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglrTeWll41TpABALOlq654P-g8V2TmBlDhVLjzSzd95XU7bCTOtk1x4peppzaJws8949VbkM8OKssppEeGuvOUufVGGuIqd3TO9ZaSRYB1WaPap8H7fgG23i9EH7JCWrC8JBni71HC1SOp/s1600/memory.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglrTeWll41TpABALOlq654P-g8V2TmBlDhVLjzSzd95XU7bCTOtk1x4peppzaJws8949VbkM8OKssppEeGuvOUufVGGuIqd3TO9ZaSRYB1WaPap8H7fgG23i9EH7JCWrC8JBni71HC1SOp/s320/memory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697417404832229426" border="0" /></a><br />C´est où Kiki dort....<br />Elle dort, mais elle n´oublie pas!Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-88055856469307468862012-01-13T16:10:00.000-08:002012-01-13T16:12:42.443-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0p39qSmaOLMEmQZ-3mhmKeHwRTV8ut7dE1Xha4tEo-Jm2_1T0dmoxgrINOKbYOsucPvhU3Un8JF6d54QjMXGD5sgZws5BZofDYV_gZJ9JEiXt1djH4mDljXUIiKaAL_O4Q7h2VI7k9ck/s1600/granatalma_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0p39qSmaOLMEmQZ-3mhmKeHwRTV8ut7dE1Xha4tEo-Jm2_1T0dmoxgrINOKbYOsucPvhU3Un8JF6d54QjMXGD5sgZws5BZofDYV_gZJ9JEiXt1djH4mDljXUIiKaAL_O4Q7h2VI7k9ck/s400/granatalma_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697273934512638754" /></a>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-32771505587442680222011-12-07T06:17:00.000-08:002011-12-07T06:18:27.380-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qpyS2VydnCFbVswH4WfwBLFsjKqtJfEgp0CwrUS8NxzTspm2HVOPeqWJhitduIUjAbc2u830HSBYbqMA2bJSk8PhpNNbXDaRHmn5K4PQRctpcfpeSsAHjEhPXPBxVMw7dWi5bELnFHuw/s1600/buzz13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qpyS2VydnCFbVswH4WfwBLFsjKqtJfEgp0CwrUS8NxzTspm2HVOPeqWJhitduIUjAbc2u830HSBYbqMA2bJSk8PhpNNbXDaRHmn5K4PQRctpcfpeSsAHjEhPXPBxVMw7dWi5bELnFHuw/s400/buzz13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683390633592441426" /></a>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-31987036121073989422011-10-21T09:24:00.000-07:002011-10-22T03:36:52.282-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPMCFF2pHMn7KjrrLQLEFQW0jCETh0-niTgEfNp7fymNfXNP6g9-BghcanY4H80W2eQT6V5B_ZNup_2yKnYCRMCvC0PE9V-FxAwvpiZlTY5y7dCJNHH99xmPrUgvEoufphYC0qamVx4dhz/s1600/a+rainha.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665984299374935570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPMCFF2pHMn7KjrrLQLEFQW0jCETh0-niTgEfNp7fymNfXNP6g9-BghcanY4H80W2eQT6V5B_ZNup_2yKnYCRMCvC0PE9V-FxAwvpiZlTY5y7dCJNHH99xmPrUgvEoufphYC0qamVx4dhz/s320/a+rainha.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Mahler respira mal. A Rainha da Fábula sopra palavras de ternura em seu ouvido, mas ele não escuta. Eles se aproximaram perigosamente de lugares impossíveis na Língua, nos olhos, nos ouvidos, na boca, onde o bafo do suicidio cheira à boca de criança. Ele ficará impregnado daquelas palavras, mas agora é tarde, Kiki decidiu morrer. Ela decide acabar com essa mixórdia que é a vida subjetiva, com essa merda toda, com a poesia & dor, prazer & dor. Kiki ficará na lembrança dos dedos que digitaram sua história. </div>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-25729376893594325932011-10-20T10:25:00.000-07:002011-10-20T15:37:43.299-07:00apronta-se...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHktpVY9hrQRez0obpVPMADyvunu6bcK8nZifMTrhwioooFmooHeb9dElw24PWMneU0XOgJ3FHbCHzTcLwq3sAjDyiCkoiCv5QOc2e-nw6ze8lq_NpbuADdl6IzAmcvFjx9_OqDB0xsOzM/s1600/suicidio+3.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665628959306464226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHktpVY9hrQRez0obpVPMADyvunu6bcK8nZifMTrhwioooFmooHeb9dElw24PWMneU0XOgJ3FHbCHzTcLwq3sAjDyiCkoiCv5QOc2e-nw6ze8lq_NpbuADdl6IzAmcvFjx9_OqDB0xsOzM/s320/suicidio+3.gif" border="0" /></a> <br /><blockquote>Esquece....<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">"Memória,assombração,superstição"<br />(Mario de Andrade). </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"></span></em>Plantou-se no segredo, agora perdeu as raízes.<br />Fazendo<br />limpeza de aura, tirou a coroa do passado, aberta a clôture.<br />Tudo faxina. </blockquote>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-28233910167877419242011-10-19T04:20:00.000-07:002011-10-19T04:24:32.481-07:00suicidio. Ela se apronta II<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8cw0mS7H_2oIhMi0G3ek8Ryc2BfADRsJqf0WAnhxFblauegJ8qF6ApjPomLnEHc4hDMi0oajdqabjdNmtTKHfLa-3CwesOm8Fi-D5xwPI3vYNGELpdi6OK4WJiMtwqYqTu3IHdkESNgI4/s1600/suicidio+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665162506475763330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8cw0mS7H_2oIhMi0G3ek8Ryc2BfADRsJqf0WAnhxFblauegJ8qF6ApjPomLnEHc4hDMi0oajdqabjdNmtTKHfLa-3CwesOm8Fi-D5xwPI3vYNGELpdi6OK4WJiMtwqYqTu3IHdkESNgI4/s320/suicidio+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Joga num saco plástico de lixo</div><br /><div>negro</div><br /><div>fantasias furtivas, bobagens de mulheres,</div><br /><div>monte de palavras </div><br /><div>vazias,</div><br /><div>fios rompidos, </div><br /><div>amarga</div><br /><div>sen-si-bi-li-da-de!</div>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-83412472765307863482011-10-17T01:48:00.000-07:002011-10-17T05:49:24.629-07:00suicidio. Ela se apronta<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjUIGIELAuQ47g47Kr3dFlef8NUtofxmSMZXi7QtHTJc7CT-pknZg-ito1Ke0aAAokmf55k5veoKc90pIfQnXWeRooVZWTU7FZGLFxDSxObYNc6IUXnkzsSuCvPM_zxJ5VkIkie5QJhVi1/s1600/hiberna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664381406381163138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjUIGIELAuQ47g47Kr3dFlef8NUtofxmSMZXi7QtHTJc7CT-pknZg-ito1Ke0aAAokmf55k5veoKc90pIfQnXWeRooVZWTU7FZGLFxDSxObYNc6IUXnkzsSuCvPM_zxJ5VkIkie5QJhVi1/s320/hiberna.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ela está quase pronta,<br />está no ponto, se apronta...<br />Refaz os caminhos no mapa<br /><br /><div>da lembrança.<em> </em></div><br /><div>O clima úmido enche d´água os pulmões....Relê livros:</div><br /><br /><div><em>"o relógio da poesia</em></div><br /><br /><div><em>Anda mais depressa</em></div><br /><br /><div><em>E com mais maestria</em></div><br /><br /><div><em>Do que aquele da física" (Hilda Hilst)</em><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-60465132573631195562011-10-16T11:56:00.000-07:002011-10-16T12:02:08.681-07:00asperezas do delicado....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMxqTDtyAOw7zswE2R1ShJy27DChOO1cS09KVmyhTqgBP_OzptqaNcUBtdJOv0HDTJ2V8_NoBPER8dYkyI6qNHgEUPMddt9NVNl3bVDE4KXiwngy8AY4t4guVpXcQ2qLQmrPwIH92lwOu/s1600/perderam+a+chave%252C+dear.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664166238198271682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMxqTDtyAOw7zswE2R1ShJy27DChOO1cS09KVmyhTqgBP_OzptqaNcUBtdJOv0HDTJ2V8_NoBPER8dYkyI6qNHgEUPMddt9NVNl3bVDE4KXiwngy8AY4t4guVpXcQ2qLQmrPwIH92lwOu/s320/perderam+a+chave%252C+dear.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Domingo enquizilhado, Kiki se perde num bosque. Ela prepara devagar um suicidio. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em>Tantas luas ausentes e veladas fontes! Que asperezas de tanto descobri nas coisas de contexto delicado</em>. Hilda Hilst</div>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-17098030532931676762011-10-15T02:31:00.001-07:002011-10-15T04:59:15.038-07:00trama de um segredo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKu6tPOyn35C54Fuq9VGeKr0qPVykC8PgGjpZpHDlP5bRdIlC2mDpGOBMMnomUegphNMoLAoE2mhABhaS9lS8fsHIdMIHfVbhTMlVqTwwroXCGSoYRtJd90TiS1Axx8XDnzHmV_soKt5A/s1600/Lua+cheia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663649444538662418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKu6tPOyn35C54Fuq9VGeKr0qPVykC8PgGjpZpHDlP5bRdIlC2mDpGOBMMnomUegphNMoLAoE2mhABhaS9lS8fsHIdMIHfVbhTMlVqTwwroXCGSoYRtJd90TiS1Axx8XDnzHmV_soKt5A/s320/Lua+cheia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>A trama de um segredo</div><br /><br /><div>Deixava-a presa </div><br /><br /><div>num vidro</div><br /><br /><div>de Duchamp </div><br /><br /><div>cripta erótica</div><br /><br /><div>capsula, casulo</div><br /><br /><div>motor de sensações</div><br /><br /><div>incomparáveis...</div><br /><br /><div></div>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-12885344611914414892011-10-14T06:10:00.000-07:002011-10-14T10:52:18.211-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8RnAy8y-ZjUSG-mLOpcR8uMnAZWAR5gtGuBD6Gy2kSwaIX3oG6V99CATl3l964dKHf31NdqkEApGi94UZ5yhS0bqnxrVFp0ssoS03ABSY_0D1BlkJRvEiQi0d1_TezdN1H5iw6g60Qt2/s1600/Kiki+30001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663334805976104594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8RnAy8y-ZjUSG-mLOpcR8uMnAZWAR5gtGuBD6Gy2kSwaIX3oG6V99CATl3l964dKHf31NdqkEApGi94UZ5yhS0bqnxrVFp0ssoS03ABSY_0D1BlkJRvEiQi0d1_TezdN1H5iw6g60Qt2/s320/Kiki+30001.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ficara presa na torrente de palavras<br />durante certo tempo<br />enquanto<em> a vida esfregava </em><br /><em>a cara</em><br /><em>na cara da vida...(Carlos Lima)</em>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-9064303904269641942011-10-09T05:44:00.000-07:002011-10-09T13:23:34.704-07:00Kiki & Lala<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWutgY-Fyu297wRNoOlE9lmx-1KKLM31x1rWsJitWEmPm4-VwBduo_ZkNbyfXXGFnldpIlxyRUJfcI6g2Qt6UnBinjZVTu0OADRS63cceolI7DOae0pG-xoK-YAq_cM3pryI0rm1HAYoK7/s1600/Miss+Lala.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661472676248573810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWutgY-Fyu297wRNoOlE9lmx-1KKLM31x1rWsJitWEmPm4-VwBduo_ZkNbyfXXGFnldpIlxyRUJfcI6g2Qt6UnBinjZVTu0OADRS63cceolI7DOae0pG-xoK-YAq_cM3pryI0rm1HAYoK7/s320/Miss+Lala.jpg" border="0" /></a>densidade de negro<br />pendurada no feminino<br />aérea acrobática alada<br />Miss Lala<br />Amor em black<br />My Mistress<br />flutua a negra<br />(Miss you,<br />Lovely Miss Lala),<br />toda em A<br />solto desejo<br />no ar<br />.Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-65016228419967822382011-09-17T05:55:00.000-07:002011-09-17T15:46:01.612-07:00The real Thing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuBBRFF75dn5oVfOtFmhMohDRkoyQrg5iK1eKkIC081zHADzHRjOCqO8m2PrVFHkv1I4K8Qa9jDz5g6dksMTiK7sOhndiygyWV7McflxYEXVy_JtobFBUWTEPaej19v4pfHOBmg3eb10/s1600/Melancolia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653313048601430114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuBBRFF75dn5oVfOtFmhMohDRkoyQrg5iK1eKkIC081zHADzHRjOCqO8m2PrVFHkv1I4K8Qa9jDz5g6dksMTiK7sOhndiygyWV7McflxYEXVy_JtobFBUWTEPaej19v4pfHOBmg3eb10/s320/Melancolia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>is comming....</div><br /><div>Tudo ficou zerado</div><br /><div>... a quilômetros de distância....<br />ninguém percebeu o tempo rachado<br />entre nós.<br />.</div>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-25843106912734699082011-09-15T05:55:00.000-07:002011-09-15T06:02:07.059-07:00whisful thinking<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilkraWCuXh_5LKRsUbr8p0CWb1DXRWxMRBXzH2-Ux7dQdD7x7nf04t0mENffTPC-phOMLJ8IvIfcy7_ITde19sBXfgovBXQ8XK7BkK_oFb3SGmLz6vAW-XGYj_Zvlvl3f8D0eF039l6Qg3/s1600/smilingspider.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652570612175803538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilkraWCuXh_5LKRsUbr8p0CWb1DXRWxMRBXzH2-Ux7dQdD7x7nf04t0mENffTPC-phOMLJ8IvIfcy7_ITde19sBXfgovBXQ8XK7BkK_oFb3SGmLz6vAW-XGYj_Zvlvl3f8D0eF039l6Qg3/s320/smilingspider.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>otimismo exagerado-falácia da esperança-raciocínio caprichoso-falácia do desejo-pensamento mágico-desejo impossível-falácia da fantasia-pensamento desiderante-pensamento desiderato-desejo mágico: uma mulher</div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"><em>"pois a alegria, tal qual a feminilidade, permanece indiferente a qualquer objeção" Clement Rosset</em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">imagem smilespider de Odile Redon</span></div>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-47063978927812188562011-09-14T05:17:00.000-07:002011-09-14T05:27:45.265-07:00Guarda-te<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOuThtjIXl5Tfbowm_XWDXkPucrkMBOLFTRwS-WnauXac4Xh1vsFAIkt5tvpl9Ir6zlZlaBCsmVebgUZQHBMJQfrMqVrS2C3zuV32svNkP2Bd5kEoeOiDvs5n7Q6uuKX6t-H54_xtX8Fi/s1600/Odilon+Redon+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652189597841379730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOuThtjIXl5Tfbowm_XWDXkPucrkMBOLFTRwS-WnauXac4Xh1vsFAIkt5tvpl9Ir6zlZlaBCsmVebgUZQHBMJQfrMqVrS2C3zuV32svNkP2Bd5kEoeOiDvs5n7Q6uuKX6t-H54_xtX8Fi/s320/Odilon+Redon+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>"Veja você, só há uma maneira de amar as mulheres: com amor {...}todo resto amizade, estima, simpatia intelectual, sem amor, é um fantasma, e um fantasma cruel.[...] " Montherland. in. Pitié pour les femmes.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>imagem Odilon Redon. O Silêncio</div>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-76093657074923740122011-09-13T01:58:00.000-07:002011-09-13T02:02:39.150-07:00Flor bizarra<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceP_p1GLZ25SLkeNLpmoTB5jxkmS8G7MFWkaOtGwdeCCqJYSyHztLzt-_vgzeyCt5E9NnTJ9a7RT9PZ9AnljVpR23HFy28e_S0LB8LkymaTY9MmQtbxprlsCVAJtQ0LdaATx_BzAM6lxm/s1600/Odilon_Redon_Flor+Bizarra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651766192137855298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceP_p1GLZ25SLkeNLpmoTB5jxkmS8G7MFWkaOtGwdeCCqJYSyHztLzt-_vgzeyCt5E9NnTJ9a7RT9PZ9AnljVpR23HFy28e_S0LB8LkymaTY9MmQtbxprlsCVAJtQ0LdaATx_BzAM6lxm/s320/Odilon_Redon_Flor+Bizarra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Imiter le Chinois au coeur limpide et fin</div><br /><div>De qui l´extase pure est peindre la fin</div><br /><div>Sur ses tasses de neige à la lune ravie</div><br /><div>D´une bizarre fleur qui parfume sa vie. (Mallarmé.Cansado do amargo repouso)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>imagem:Odilon Redon</div>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-74895666776947069212011-09-12T07:38:00.000-07:002011-09-12T07:39:57.496-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrHyti1DSC67dXUd5M9B4UfsF58sWruhpX3geUv0DJH4ThbuXaKy_22_mB-0YzVDMWw-MVMh2QAtf6kd9BZZObh7XMgsBn-_LpjtYAyfsGLMSSbFjC6jGgaGw2jdRgXDpM_nf2TdomdVM/s1600/bebe-daje.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrHyti1DSC67dXUd5M9B4UfsF58sWruhpX3geUv0DJH4ThbuXaKy_22_mB-0YzVDMWw-MVMh2QAtf6kd9BZZObh7XMgsBn-_LpjtYAyfsGLMSSbFjC6jGgaGw2jdRgXDpM_nf2TdomdVM/s320/bebe-daje.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651482798487567330" /></a>Ela dorme nas mãos do mendigo afetuoso.Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-66307919963983540272011-09-12T05:58:00.000-07:002011-09-12T05:59:58.037-07:00bebês dormindo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaNth6_zTMuFMqXaL6qJWh8XWONghxo4H1l4xvSJFG0lGapAYvXEm8mpxqFxsnjpH8tOiP5SM4mG4ghAG3D6SuIq-dC97fx1USVOhp_yjHfY4tG10bK-bfvYRQCGipRUR8kdoY3JS0UNi_/s1600/belas+adormecidas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651457019528071938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaNth6_zTMuFMqXaL6qJWh8XWONghxo4H1l4xvSJFG0lGapAYvXEm8mpxqFxsnjpH8tOiP5SM4mG4ghAG3D6SuIq-dC97fx1USVOhp_yjHfY4tG10bK-bfvYRQCGipRUR8kdoY3JS0UNi_/s320/belas+adormecidas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Resguarda-te!</div>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-43182741135200075382011-09-11T04:39:00.000-07:002011-09-11T04:46:15.230-07:00Como rosas heróicas de Paul Klee<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-8AD_5KbTxrsCSxSrYYbfFGQeRqkoWM5c8VS-bydHjEx2wCk6is0EIWrJuSxLk6ryq13GnX960uKoW2jKqDClfAj96VOdX72lYRQJ7vqNrjtDcRh8aQakObWE8OuSd9tH6SxtcE86PVa/s1600/flores+do+mal+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651066837770491538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-8AD_5KbTxrsCSxSrYYbfFGQeRqkoWM5c8VS-bydHjEx2wCk6is0EIWrJuSxLk6ryq13GnX960uKoW2jKqDClfAj96VOdX72lYRQJ7vqNrjtDcRh8aQakObWE8OuSd9tH6SxtcE86PVa/s320/flores+do+mal+6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>pois se fosses desejável</div><br /><br /><br /><div>permanecerias colado</div><br /><br /><br /><div>ao meu inenarrável desejo?</div>Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-8281196754351325082011-09-10T11:06:00.000-07:002011-09-10T11:12:02.756-07:00Coração exposto<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieq7clmDDlCTU1XpCPkOex34NtwkceK5aNPAdfSvpwtWSG2uFUePfFHeTnD0tthbb9Tgq_f4R903hO7NT07AHxpF7Y4aIo2vF5Jn8fnYfC8xrDfwDufYBejsvYncKkdNNe0FQehlQCal1l/s1600/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+de+cristo.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650795048005440002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieq7clmDDlCTU1XpCPkOex34NtwkceK5aNPAdfSvpwtWSG2uFUePfFHeTnD0tthbb9Tgq_f4R903hO7NT07AHxpF7Y4aIo2vF5Jn8fnYfC8xrDfwDufYBejsvYncKkdNNe0FQehlQCal1l/s320/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+de+cristo.bmp" border="0" /></a> "Carne, que queres mais? Coração, que mais queres?” (Olavo Bilac)Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-62404583508349587952011-09-08T04:23:00.000-07:002011-09-08T05:00:24.175-07:00acéfalas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmo0FGddhDaOb6Tb0In6kRbFIBFo8neDN3foZCrMayElNr7l3v0OWwmhSEQaU8hRR9Awm-JgrWOF6HGHYu4_Pi7i2_1AihHnEg3MqjxP8zCGekI06lZAQov6aqGWSd76scJL0m9MzBFGCq/s1600/toda_pernas%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmo0FGddhDaOb6Tb0In6kRbFIBFo8neDN3foZCrMayElNr7l3v0OWwmhSEQaU8hRR9Awm-JgrWOF6HGHYu4_Pi7i2_1AihHnEg3MqjxP8zCGekI06lZAQov6aqGWSd76scJL0m9MzBFGCq/s320/toda_pernas%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649948169096273714" /></a><br />Ela avisa aos navegantes:<br />guarda-te!<br />ninguém mais mexe com minha cabeça...Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-76741986006552097632011-09-06T02:20:00.000-07:002011-09-06T05:33:02.509-07:00lugares aonde não ir<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRAtc7Y6T5AFBVPG0pMYJM22Im0igqRePc04A0bhCCBOH7cQeKj-I-z_d35OKK-TbG2oyVDSsMSTrH5KkQyFrbVL09P9Zhrsfh4_FrLthfKDwoZU2c7Cf25i_4i4nPUl-qHPI1Dyld5_NM/s1600/BabyBlueEyes.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRAtc7Y6T5AFBVPG0pMYJM22Im0igqRePc04A0bhCCBOH7cQeKj-I-z_d35OKK-TbG2oyVDSsMSTrH5KkQyFrbVL09P9Zhrsfh4_FrLthfKDwoZU2c7Cf25i_4i4nPUl-qHPI1Dyld5_NM/s320/BabyBlueEyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649174952909502642" /></a><br />nunca ir à Grécia <br />o real fode com os mitos<br />Ela está em décalage,<br />Baby blue,<br />não mede nem vida,<br />nem palavras.Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-90587719382263688142011-09-04T07:00:00.000-07:002011-09-04T07:07:19.679-07:00Flor do mal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOCEn0m0izDC0-YOpAGNly7XJaaaLqHLWRBYaDG1wDB5TF35SL0Ib3dcSeeNrya45xnSOlvR9taj1YPwPeHGq4grxEb6GGRtu6VEnCcig7dvPgpm_7eoIrWPnyci6D-XXaaaDBHd1W52oo/s1600/tumblr_lnr48eGDgL1qhvd86o1_500_large%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOCEn0m0izDC0-YOpAGNly7XJaaaLqHLWRBYaDG1wDB5TF35SL0Ib3dcSeeNrya45xnSOlvR9taj1YPwPeHGq4grxEb6GGRtu6VEnCcig7dvPgpm_7eoIrWPnyci6D-XXaaaDBHd1W52oo/s320/tumblr_lnr48eGDgL1qhvd86o1_500_large%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648505525464568418" /></a>
<br />Tirou o corpo da matança
<br />cobriu espelhos
<br />(se tivesse morrido)
<br />saiu de si no salto
<br />(com vara)
<br />foi voar projétil
<br />Você ainda beijará a ponta do meu All Star
<br />(perdón)
<br />mal estar...Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011193166795907121.post-4102336929899922412011-09-03T05:12:00.000-07:002011-09-03T06:48:23.482-07:00lugares aonde ir<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY0N1Qwobfi1ra3L8GC4VAiJLhaMbwDp55-pvTL4Uc2pnsvr61UTI_ZEQdXRrZgGaDd2i7Jrn5ZqaAAB7euu7xGb0_XxBUvfZ_f_nFJnFKUWqHZunXhgvYFLzkDV32iQErp4lRKX9MSlav/s1600/corti%25C3%25A7a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY0N1Qwobfi1ra3L8GC4VAiJLhaMbwDp55-pvTL4Uc2pnsvr61UTI_ZEQdXRrZgGaDd2i7Jrn5ZqaAAB7euu7xGb0_XxBUvfZ_f_nFJnFKUWqHZunXhgvYFLzkDV32iQErp4lRKX9MSlav/s320/corti%25C3%25A7a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648106948143247826" /></a>
<br />Cortiça, este lugar silencioso e leve...onde não se afunda!
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<br />Cortiça. Cidade flutuante no Oceâno Atlântico. Seus habitantes se parecem em tudo com os europeus, exceto pelos pés que são de cortiça, o que lhes permite caminhar sobre o mar sem afundar. A cidade de Cortiça também está construída sobre uma gigantesca rolha. (apud Dicionário dos lugares Imaginários p.119 Cia das Letras)Kiki Peixotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17454102881457295148noreply@blogger.com0