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Possibilidades." /><title>Curto, grosso, e na medida. #18</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VyXTpd8kt0M/Tw35IyFRvGI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/75P7MCUevhQ/s1600/caminhos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VyXTpd8kt0M/Tw35IyFRvGI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/75P7MCUevhQ/s1600/caminhos1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;Existe mais de um de tudo no mundo, o que agrega às nossas vidas a possibilidade de novas experiências, novos acertos e possivelmente novos erros, e o único fator determinante é atemporal, a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471510136596206237-435297069295146505?l=betorg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O meu erro foi me entregar às coisas intangíveis e inexplicáveis, sentimentos abstratos e sorrisos largos, armadilhas da vida que distorcem o caminho de qualquer homem.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nietzsche disse uma vez que se quiser ter sucesso na vida deve deixar o amor em segundo plano - mas me digam quem é capaz de raciocinar sem um coração batendo no peito? - eu vivo metaforicamente entre o céu e o inferno, mas gostaria de ser feliz até onde meus olhos pudessem enxergar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471510136596206237-4280259474716282489?l=betorg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu,&lt;br /&gt;
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sou da rua, da street, nasci na avenida, sai pra rua pra viver, sobreviver e assim o faço. Sou assim, underground, outsider, sem rumo, louco para os amigos, de amores improváveis, histórias incontáveis e deleites inimagináveis, vivi e vivo o improvável, Rê Bordosa versão homem.&lt;br /&gt;
De gole em gole suspiro a vida, respiro a noite e busco a felicidade em cada uma, amo todas e amo apenas você. E assim passam-se os dias do ano e como Dionísio eu sigo com a carruagem e minhas onças, as únicas testemunhas das minhas improváveis histórias.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Pra você eu posso ser um mentiroso, mas no fundo, bem la no fundo sou apenas um rapaz excêntrico que viu na noite o único refúgio da alma, e seguiu o exemplo do finado e libertino pai que nasceu em dia de natal e nada deixou alem de suas histórias. &lt;br /&gt;
E sigo adiante rumo ao inevitável, conhecendo tudo e todos e pra mim viver é um grande mistério e sobreviver não é opção, é obrigação. E assim, incontrolavelmente &amp;nbsp;os amores fulgazes e as paixões passageiras alimentam o ego deste indomável e libertino ser, e tudo acontece e a felicidade surge como tem que ser, em alguns poucos e belos instantes da vida.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;E as pessoas que me conheceram não me esquecerão, simplesmente pelas noites curtidas, as histórias vividas e o sorriso estampado que eu representei.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu fui ele&lt;br /&gt;
eu sou eu&lt;br /&gt;
eu serei.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;Ao sair da caverna a vida lhe oferece um leque de possibilidades, mas antes de abrir os olhos abra sua mente e só assim você compreenderá tudo o que a luz reflete na sua retina. Afinal se a primeira impressão é a que fica devemos estar preparados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471510136596206237-103022228468748912?l=betorg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7eddb; color: #552b00; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;John Travolta e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7eddb; color: #552b00; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Karen Lynn Gorney em cena no filme Os Embalos de Sábado à Noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rtvcSRHegkI" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471510136596206237-3885182977413115189?l=betorg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;adorava uma loira gelada: Pinguço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;adorava uma loira quente: Safado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;andava bem acompanhado: Cafetão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;passava horas na internet: Vagabundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;tinha poucos amigos: Chato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;tinha muitos amigos: Rico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;gostava de andar por São Paulo: Pobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;curtia a noite adoidado: Libertino e cachaceiro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baco, o Deus romano do vinho e da&amp;nbsp;folia,&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;conhecido como Dionísio.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Meu coração acelera, estou eufórico, me vejo em um sonho. De carona na carroça de&amp;nbsp;Dionísio&amp;nbsp;puxada por seus leopardos eu sigo meu destino, a morte me&amp;nbsp;acena&amp;nbsp;sorridente esperando uma fraqueza em meu coração,&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;na forma mais linda de um anjo tenta me convencer à trilhar os caminhos monogâmicos do amor.&lt;br /&gt;
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O próprio Dionísio encarnado em um astro do rock, que compartilhou seu sangue com uma bruxa em busca do amor, contradiz a si próprio dizendo-me em tom de arrependimento, que, a maior expressão do amor é aquela que se pode amar à todos os amores possíveis, pois não há amor singular e não há amor sem arrependimentos, amar à todos é ser honesto à si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meus heróis me acenam da calçada, Bukowski me oferece um trago, meus inimigos sorriem com&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;inveja, mas na carroça de Baco não há lugar para tolos. E assim, entre heróis e anti-heróis eu sigo para Roma pelos caminhos poligâmicos da minha jornada, três noites acompanhado e uma noite só,&amp;nbsp;sozinho como Casanova no filme de Fellini que viveu no ostracismo em seus&amp;nbsp;últimos&amp;nbsp;dias.&lt;br /&gt;
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Acordo de meu sonho, estou em São Paulo curtindo a noite ao maior estilo Despedida em Las Vegas, tomando as ultimas biritas da minha vida, sorrindo para todos, estou &amp;nbsp;feliz, é um dia especial, meu último dia.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Acordo novamente, estou sozinho em meu quarto, na jornada real da vida, aquela que não permite ensaios. &amp;nbsp;Meus inimigos continuam a me sorrir e a morte à me acenar, só o que me resta é aproveitar os momentos da vida, &amp;nbsp;pois como disse Charles Bokowski - Não há nada pior do que o demasiado tarde.&lt;br /&gt;
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Minha vibe era curtir uns shows no Sesc Pompeia e um Cinema no Espaço Unibanco, frequentava o Lapeju e Sarajevo Bar na Augusta, e ainda curtia um jogo do meu São Paulo no Morumbi com meu irmão e amigos.&lt;br /&gt;
Esta música ai me dá até arrepios, Roberta Sá sempre linda e talentosa me faz lembrar&amp;nbsp;dos tempos bons em que eu tinha a inocência de não conhecer a maldade e crueldade das pessoas, não conhecia o desapego, a depressão, a desilusão. Eu era feliz e não sabia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas o que acontece é que estas duas maneiras de expressão da arte são as que mais se destacam na minha vida, a música é de fato e por natureza minha trilha sonôra no dia a dia e a todo momento,redundantemente. O cinema  funciona como um espelho, vejo minha vida ali, na tela. Tudo passa, acontece, as vezes é previsível, clichê, engraçado, sentimental, triste e dramático. É por isto que alguns filmes marcam a vida das pessoas, as vezes eles nos mostram exatamente aquilo que queremos ver na vida, e quando isto acontece criamos uma ligação perfeita e duradoura entre a arte e o expectador. Tudo isto pra dizer aqui que existem certas músicas e bandas que marcam minha vida em determinados momentos,cada música e gênero músical se coloca em seu momento como se houvesse um roteiro aleatório. podemos dizer que os videos clipes são a junção perfeita destes dois gêneros artisticos e que algumas bandas conseguem explorar com perfeição este modo de criação e expressão da arte. Uma banda que faz parte da trilha da minha vida é o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strokes&lt;/span&gt;, sempre com músicas que se encaixam perfeitamente em meus momentos mais ou menos. Deixo este clipe da nova música, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Only Live Once&lt;/span&gt; . Se gostar diz ai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x3y7k7?width=480&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;autoPlay=0&amp;hideInfos=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x3y7k7?width=480&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;autoPlay=0&amp;hideInfos=0" width="480" height="270" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3y7k7_the-strokes-you-only-live-once_music"&gt;The strokes-you only live once&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enviado por &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/wazaaa33"&gt;wazaaa33&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a target="_self" href="http://www.dailymotion.com/br/channel/music"&gt;Veja os &amp;uacute;ltimos v&amp;iacute;deos de m&amp;uacute;sica em destaque.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471510136596206237-2772598253200679630?l=betorg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O single Sunlight do disco de estréia que leva o nome do duo tem batidas leves e sintetizantes que quebram o paradigma dos bate-estacas populares, a dupla ja foi comparada com Daft Punk e Dan Black. O clipe de Sunlight foi dirigido por Fleur &amp;amp; Manu que tambem ja dirigiriu clipes do Tricky. A música é leve e envolvente e o clipe é bem engraçado e mostra a paixão por macacos, de uma garota que muito se parece com Scarlett Johansson mais jovem,o pobre macaco do clipe encarna a natureza humana, se diverte, tira uma casquinha, mas no fim se decepciona com as privações da nossa liberdade, é um clipe cômico que nos mostra o quão é esquisito conviver em sociedade, no fim confesso que me identifiquei muito com aquele macaco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xg5www?width=&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;autoPlay=0&amp;hideInfos=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xg5www?width=&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;autoPlay=0&amp;hideInfos=0" width="480" height="270" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xg5www_bag-raiders-sunlight_music"&gt;Bag Raiders - Sunlight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enviado por &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/modularpeople"&gt;modularpeople&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a target="_self" href="http://www.dailymotion.com/br/channel/music"&gt;Veja mais v&amp;iacute;deos de m&amp;uacute;sica, em HD!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Socialize:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bagraiders"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bag-Raiders/34406114192"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bagraiders.com/"&gt;Site Oficial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471510136596206237-2570155414051042249?l=betorg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fiz uma mudança radical no layout, tirei as cores escuras e dei um visual mais leve e clean, deve ser por influência das minhas aulas de produção gráfica na faculdade. Mudei o nome do blog mas o conteúdo será o mesmo, ainda falo sobre música experimental, trip-hop, e estas coisas que vocês ja estão acostumados a ver aqui. Outsider, um ser que não se enquadra, não se encaixa, não segue tendências ou padrões de comportamento. Em 2011 resolvi deixar a minha personalidade assumir o lugar de direito em minha vida, sim. Sempre achei que este meu lado fosse apenas o meu alter-égo querendo aparecer, eu vivia rodeado de futilidades e tinha uma certa dificuldade de lidar com isto no meu circulo social, andei pensando sobre e conclui que não se trata do meu alter-égo e sim da minha própria personalidade pedindo licença para passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para dar mais respaldo sobre o que é ser outsider, tomei a liberdade de publicar um trecho do artigo &lt;a href="http://www.digestivocultural.com/ensaios/ensaio.asp?codigo=93"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outsider: quem não se enquadra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, do Dramaturgo &lt;strong&gt;Mário Bortolotto&lt;/strong&gt; publicado no site &lt;a href="http://www.digestivocultural.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digestivo Cultural&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; em 09 de Agosto de 2004, que trata muito bem deste assunto moderno e um tanto polêmico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser outsider, pelo dramaturgo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://atirenodramaturgo.zip.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mário Bortolotto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A figura do outsider. Do cara que não se enquadra. Do sujeito que não faz questão de pertencer a nenhuma turma. O cara que no colégio sentava na última carteira, não falava com ninguém e ia embora sozinho. Havia algo de muito maneiro em figuras desse naipe.Numa sociedade onde qualquer babaca quer virar celebridade, a figura do "ninguém" sempre me pareceu o melhor modelo de vida. E aqui não vai nenhuma pretensão estilosa do tipo "é legal ser diferente". Porra nenhuma. O que eu penso é que simplesmente "ninguém precisa ser igual".Cada pessoa devia andar por aí rezando pela própria Bíblia, ou seja, fazendo suas próprias leis e fazendo uso de seu livre arbítrio. Mas não é o que tem acontecido.&lt;br /&gt;Assisto sem nenhum entusiasmo e com bastante perplexidade aqueles filmes americanos de turmas de universidade com aquelas indefectíveis fraternidades onde o cara passa por uma coleção inimaginável de humilhações apenas com o inacreditável intuito de ser aceito em uma fraternidade de babacas. Não é muito diferente das merdas dos trotes universitários brasileiros. Babaca não respeita geografia.Fico imaginando o que leva uma pessoa a essa necessidade doentia de ser aceito. E com o tempo me parece que em busca de aceitação as pessoas têm se padronizado de maneira assustadora e alarmante.&lt;br /&gt;Veja o texto na íntegra &lt;a href="http://www.digestivocultural.com/ensaios/ensaio.asp?codigo=93"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471510136596206237-5271448749652559296?l=betorg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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