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Eu voltei, mas estou um pouco sem graça de entrar nesse lugar sozinho e ‘reaparecer’. Estive longe por um bom tempo, e as pessoas por aqui parecem mudadas, diferentes…

O que antes parecia muito fácil, agora parece um pouco mais complicado, e nessa velha cidade que um dia tão bem conheci, ao dobrar as esquinas já não encontro mais os bons e velhos assuntos, tão fáceis de retratar, dissertar, 
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"Se você está sofrendo por causa de um amor perdido, eu tenho más notícias: não há nada que você possa fazer e não há ninguém que possa ajudar. Na melhor das hipóteses, você vai ter um amigo paciente pra levá-lo a um bar e ouvir suas queixas, e eventualmente buscar você em um bar e levá-lo pra casa com segurança nos dias em que você se comportar feito um louco. 
Na verdade até existe alguém 
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"Eu adorava balões de gás quando era criança. Lembrando disso, aparentemente por acaso, tantos balões depois, recordo com um sentimento muito nítido o prazer macio que experimentava cada vez que ganhava um. Ficava toda prosa. Virava um pé de riso. Andava de um canto para o outro com a pontinha do dedo amarrada ao pedaço de linha que permitia que o levasse comigo e impedia que se 
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Tenho que enfrentar novamente minha mente, uma fortaleza que, ora encantadora, por vezes se torna um pouco sombria. Me cansa somente saber expressar alguma inspiração quando remetida dos pesadelos, das torturas, do medo ou da agonia. Não me orgulho desse meu jeito de desprender da mente para os dedos e falas, as partes mais temíveis de todos os pensamentos que me ocorrem. Também acho 
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Pensei em editar aqui algo que trouxesse um efeito sedativo a toda essa rotina demenciadora a que estamos condenados. Ou que talvez fizesse da leitura proveniente de tua curiosidade, e nada mais, uma atitude voluntária proveitosa e mentalmente lucrativa, transformando este tedioso momento num agente indutor de introspecção benéfica e, quem sabe, compulsor do líquido salgado expelido pela 
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Sejas verdadeiro consigo. Consegues mesmo fechar estes olhos para encerrar teus dias e na escuridão de tua mente aprontar-te para padecer no inferno que tem te acolhido nos teus pesadelos?

A ígnea da tua alma clama por recomeço, mas tu não tendes força, tu clamas pelo fim e já não há parede que nos poupe de ver o líquido negro que tens te tornado. Tua áurea exala perfume mofado, tuas vértebras 
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Olá :D

Meu nome é Laura e sou a nova colaboradora do blog. Este é o meu primeiro post aqui (\o/). Bom, escolhi um "micro-texto" meu que tem como título "Penélope", espero que vocês gostem. Beijos e até a próxima.






Enquanto eu te espero, olho o mar, e por mais que este me faça companhia, a solidão corroe-me, cega-me, a cada ínfimo instante. De repente, no meio do vazio, a agonia me possui
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Querido amigo,







Tu vês o horizonte? Tão singular e silenciosamente nostálgico... não é? Eu me lembro de quando nos tornamos amigos. Fazíamos questão de superestimar um ao outro, fazíamos questão de precisar um do outro e fazíamos questão de aliviar e sermos aliviados um pelo outro, mas, por uma ironia inocente, por vezes nos detínhamos temendo incomodar um ao outro e isso nos afastar. 
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"Tenho amigos que não sabem o quanto são meus amigos. Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles. A amizade é um sentimento mais nobre do que o amor, eis que permite que o objeto dela se divida em outros afetos, enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciúme, que não admite a rivalidade. E eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus 
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O homem está ali, deitado na cama há 5 horas, sem mais nenhuma idéia de posição para seu corpo cansado da inutilidade... ainda assim apenas se dedica a riscar na parede do quarto o milésimo centésimo quadragésimo risquinho... é o 1.140º dia em que nada muda. Tédio, um oco e acomodação. Todo dia um risquinho. Mil cento e quarenta dias exibindo com desprezo o mesmo sorriso amarelo, assim como as
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Mansão dos Pietri,

Gritando e inconformada:
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-PORQUE VOCÊ É PERFEITA! SABE LIDAR SEMPRE CORRETAMENTE COM TUDO SEM PERDER A PACIÊNCIA, PORFÍRIA, MINHA FILHA! - referindo-se a todas as vezes em que, exautada, foi advertida pela filha, vista (até o momento) como exemplo de comedimento, intelectualidade e 
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Mantenho segredos dentro desta carcaça e aqui também mantenho a mim mesma. Isso nunca foi difícil de perceber. Alguns até comentam por palavras aveludadas com saliva de agonia quão misterioso é meu ar... perfume singelo e... romântico: de um romance doce e bem mofado, que por vezes pesa, oprime; vagamente perdido, sôfrego e neurótico que por vezes prende, sufoca.
Nos meus olhos se encontram 
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05:35 am


Pensei estar sonhando, alucinada ou... acabei de descobrir um dom. Disseram-me em conversas nuas e insípidas (na verdade demasiadas dessaborosas): "Cuidado! Deus pode estar muito próximo da loucura e loucura não é nada a mais do que confusão... engano". Sendo assim, visitei o paraíso da loucura e voltei viva e isso desvendado resta-me entender ao quê exatamente aquilo remeteu e se 
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Eu esperava ter agora, nesse momento, uma avalanche de palavras... Alguma tradução do que tenho explodindo aqui dentro de mim... Preciso de mais sabor e ao mesmo tempo, transbordo de temperos... Como se tivesse muito, mas me faltasse o essencial... 
Mas... que essencial? 
Dúvida cruel que por vezes insisto em responder com a mais descartável das respostas, somente pra acalmar a agonia desse 
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Andei afoita a vagar por todas as ruas desta cidade quimérica,
Em cada esquina pensei ter encontrado as pistas corretas...
Gostaria muito de ter um lugar pra ir, um rumo, uma luz a seguir...
Mas qualquer sorte me escolheu a andarilha eterna e pôs em minhas mãos pistas incertas...

Não reclamo de minha sorte, tampouco desta situação,
Às vezes me sinto bem estando perdida,
Andar em linha reta 
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Ela vive num conto de fadasMuito longe para nós encontrarmosEsqueceu o gosto e o cheiro do mundo que ela deixouTudo se resume às lendas que eu lhe conteiOs ângulos estavam todos erradosAgora ela está tirando as asas de borboletas...Com os pés no chãoE sua cabeça nas nuvens-Bem vá pegar sua páE vamos cavar um buraco fundo..Para enterrar o castelo, enterrar o castelo...

Então um dia ele a 
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Música que se tornou a única razão que tive de seguir com algum ânimo por 
tempos sombrios e funestos onde a vida representava pra mim um castigo e 
por isso eu me escondia dentro de um mundinho caído... Eu nunca vou
esquecer de quando e de quem eu recebi estas palavras...

I will never forget it!


(Vá para vídeo) 

- TRADUZIDA -

Você está fazendo a escolha de 
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"Perdi-me dentro de mim 

Porque eu era labirinto,

E hoje, quando me sinto,

É com saudades de mim.

Não sinto o espaço que encerro

Nem as linhas que projeto:

Se me olho a um espelho, erro -

Não me acho no que projeto.

Regresso dentro de mim 

Mas nada me fala, nada!

Tenho a alma amortalhada,

Sequinha, dentro de mim."

Dispersão - Mário de Sá Carneiro



Há tempos sinto essa estranha 
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"Não, não ofereço perigo algum: sou quieta como folha de outono esquecida entre as páginas de um livro, definida e clara como o jarro com a bacia de ágata no canto do quarto - se tomada com cuidado, verto água límpida sobre as mãos para que se possa refrescar o rosto, mas se tocada por dedos bruscos num segundo me estilhaço em cacos, me esfarelo em poeira dourada. Tenho pensado se não 
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