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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 02:16:13 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>lista de músicas dj sets</category><title>picumãh</title><description /><link>http://picumah.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/picumahfeed" /><feedburner:info uri="picumahfeed" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-8242936133542227490</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-08T00:16:14.000-02:00</atom:updated><title>copião</title><description>olhou pro azul&lt;br /&gt;
os animais brincavam naquele fundo&lt;br /&gt;
uma infinidade de reticências&lt;br /&gt;
resoluto&lt;br /&gt;
tudo que tenho trago comigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-8242936133542227490?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/cf4po7uRtNM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/cf4po7uRtNM/copiao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2012/02/copiao.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-7158085918856882168</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 12:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-29T10:09:12.152-02:00</atom:updated><title>caracas</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w3DZ_ZhozYE/TvxWn9QKQcI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6KysQkwFTsE/s1600/2011-12-28_13-55-35_804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w3DZ_ZhozYE/TvxWn9QKQcI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6KysQkwFTsE/s400/2011-12-28_13-55-35_804.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;no&amp;nbsp;museo de arte contemporáneo sofía imber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-7158085918856882168?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/IksGOTVOp-4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/IksGOTVOp-4/caracas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w3DZ_ZhozYE/TvxWn9QKQcI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6KysQkwFTsE/s72-c/2011-12-28_13-55-35_804.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/12/caracas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-6080406166808062377</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 07:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-22T05:08:44.757-02:00</atom:updated><title>lambrusco</title><description>cartão portal&lt;br /&gt;
atrás da porta&lt;br /&gt;
luz verde&lt;br /&gt;
espia, olha o céu&lt;br /&gt;
quando a gente quer, não chove&lt;br /&gt;
perece o ano&lt;br /&gt;
volto ao &lt;a href="http://picumah.blogspot.com/2007/07/confesso-que-mudarei.html" target="_blank"&gt;início&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
revejo&lt;br /&gt;
refresco&lt;br /&gt;
reajo&lt;br /&gt;
adeus porta e janela&lt;br /&gt;
diz o vento abissal na calçada&lt;br /&gt;
saúde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-6080406166808062377?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/y8TTUVPBQGQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/y8TTUVPBQGQ/lambrusco.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/12/lambrusco.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-5880982048178463918</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 22:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-18T20:26:36.127-02:00</atom:updated><title>homem na estrada</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sempre bom escutar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.sociga.com/audio_player.swf?http_base_url=http://www.sociga.com/&amp;audioid=1046" FlashVars="http_base_url=http://www.sociga.com/&amp;audioid=1046&amp;autoPlay=true" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000"  width="350" height="110" loop="false" align="middle" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  scale="exactfit" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;racionais mc's - homem na estrada (raio x do brasil/1993)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-5880982048178463918?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/jnunO1vjsQw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/jnunO1vjsQw/homem-na-estrada.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/12/homem-na-estrada.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-4614393234771557359</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 21:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-13T19:38:36.855-02:00</atom:updated><title>o mundo invisível</title><description>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;"tenho certeza de que só me mantenho viva por causa do mundo invisível onde ninguém pode me alcançar para me ferir e posso fingir que a vida faz sentido mesmo quando não faz. ali, quando os zumbis do mundo de fora me acossam com seus dedos sujos de sangue, invento a beleza e me reinvento como possibilidade. alguns olham para dentro e enxergam apenas vísceras. outros, horizonte."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;trecho do &lt;a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Sociedade/noticia/2011/11/o-mundo-invisivel-de-cada-um.html" target="_blank"&gt;texto de eliane brum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-4614393234771557359?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/UV7GDqws25Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/UV7GDqws25Y/o-mundo-invisivel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-mundo-invisivel.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-5621199052791416412</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-08T15:00:02.029-02:00</atom:updated><title>pula!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.koentjoro.com/thumbnails/ocean01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.koentjoro.com/thumbnails/ocean01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.koentjoro.com/" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.5s; background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="color: blue; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hengki Koentjoro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5500405096900287058-5621199052791416412?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/htESrICKxps" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/htESrICKxps/pula.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/12/pula.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-2385254121497208661</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 03:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-07T01:11:32.359-02:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;durar frente a un tema, al fragmento de vida que hemos elegido como materia de nuestro trabajo, hasta extraer, de él o de nosotros, la esencia única y exacta. durar frente a la vida, sosteniendo un estado de espíritu que nada tenga que ver con lo vano e inútil, lo fácil, las peñas literarias, los mutuos elogios, la hojarasca de la mesa de café. durar en una ciega, gozosa y absurda fe en el arte, como en una tarea sin sentido explicable, pero que debe ser aceptada virilmente, porque sí, como se acepta el destino. todo lo demás es duración física, un poco fatigosa, virtud común a las tortugas, las encinas y los errores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetti.net/" target="_blank"&gt;juan carlos onetti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-2385254121497208661?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/lV61B_LwWw8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/lV61B_LwWw8/durar-frente-un-tema-al-fragmento-de.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/12/durar-frente-un-tema-al-fragmento-de.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-2273615824415468426</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 20:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-01T18:52:53.166-02:00</atom:updated><title>nos balés da tormenta</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="224" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/32851935?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;autoplay=1" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="398"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;próximo trabalho do siba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-2273615824415468426?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/KtGV8_GqAEg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/KtGV8_GqAEg/nos-bales-da-tormenta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/12/nos-bales-da-tormenta.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-2219533309957489532</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 23:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-23T21:40:45.013-02:00</atom:updated><title>a noite</title><description>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;"às vezes observamos pessoas que observam um rio que nós não vemos. rio que por sua vez reflete uma parte da paisagem impossível de ver desde outra posição. e descobrimos o rio na atenção destes rostos, a paisagem em seu ensimesmamento."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"la noche devora a sus hijos" de &lt;a href="http://www.buenosaires.gov.ar/areas/com_social/audiovideoteca/teatro/veronese_bio2_es.php" target="_blank"&gt;daniel veronese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-2219533309957489532?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/K-fH6_bnloQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/K-fH6_bnloQ/noite.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/11/noite.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-6277987451586558870</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-20T11:07:28.841-02:00</atom:updated><title>o céu sobre os ombros</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-lrU8yLQdMw" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://site.oceusobreosombros.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;site do filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-6277987451586558870?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/Xwq2mfps97Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/Xwq2mfps97Q/o-ceu-sobre-os-ombros.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/-lrU8yLQdMw/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-ceu-sobre-os-ombros.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-5441878341389317467</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-14T17:39:15.385-02:00</atom:updated><title>galope rasante</title><description>a sombra que me move&lt;br /&gt;
também me ilumina&lt;br /&gt;
me leve nos cabelos&lt;br /&gt;
me lave na piscina&lt;br /&gt;
em cada ponto claro&lt;br /&gt;
cometa que cai no mar&lt;br /&gt;
em cada cor diferente&lt;br /&gt;
que tente me clarear&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
é noite que vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;
é claro, é de manhã&lt;br /&gt;
é moça e anciã&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
o pêlo do cavalo&lt;br /&gt;
o vento pela crina&lt;br /&gt;
o hábito no olho&lt;br /&gt;
veneno lamparina&lt;br /&gt;
debaixo de sete quedas&lt;br /&gt;
querendo me levantar&lt;br /&gt;
debaixo de teu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;
a fonte de se banhar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
é ouro que vai pingar&lt;br /&gt;
na prata do camelô&lt;br /&gt;
é noite do meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
é noite que vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;
é claro que é de manhã&lt;br /&gt;
é moça e anciã&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;do zé ramalho. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/marianaaydarvevo#p/u/3/Jlb1iHsM2E0"&gt;aqui com a mariana aydar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-5441878341389317467?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/WUD38DYMU44" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/WUD38DYMU44/galope-rasante.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/11/galope-rasante.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-385520772603760722</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 19:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-14T17:03:05.540-02:00</atom:updated><title>social clube</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxGwMX9AJyU/TlgMEvrxPwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xXx2VoihKU0/s640/DSC02170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxGwMX9AJyU/TlgMEvrxPwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xXx2VoihKU0/s400/DSC02170.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;no festival de performance de belo horizonte [12 de agosto de&amp;nbsp;2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/107205713259259784837/SocialClube#slideshow/5645267951415485282"&gt;mais fotos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-385520772603760722?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/k-GtBlJbzmo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/k-GtBlJbzmo/social-clube.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxGwMX9AJyU/TlgMEvrxPwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xXx2VoihKU0/s72-c/DSC02170.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/11/social-clube.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-9070005694208034387</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-05T02:28:38.026-02:00</atom:updated><title>pedreiro</title><description>no corredor&lt;br /&gt;
ao fundo&lt;br /&gt;
as mãos que ergueram a parede&lt;br /&gt;
esmurram no piano&lt;br /&gt;
analgésica canção serena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-9070005694208034387?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/UmvT6aFbo6s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/UmvT6aFbo6s/pedreiro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/11/pedreiro.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-5075237648148887741</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 20:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-29T18:53:06.197-02:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/d9260e5ba4b6b1f5f447ccc6ad6f15f287eaccde_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/d9260e5ba4b6b1f5f447ccc6ad6f15f287eaccde_m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;peguei no &lt;a href="http://ffffound.com/image/d9260e5ba4b6b1f5f447ccc6ad6f15f287eaccde"&gt;ffffound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-5075237648148887741?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/S1lnJpKTg24" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/S1lnJpKTg24/peguei-no-ffffound.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/10/peguei-no-ffffound.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-7267661373564923442</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 17:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-24T15:36:24.618-02:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;hay solo un camino. el que hubo siempre. que el creador de verdad tenga la fuerza de vivir solitario y mire dentro suyo. que comprenda que no tenemos huellas para seguir, que el camino habrá de hacérselo cada uno, tenaz y alegremente, cortando la sombra del monte y los arbustos enanos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetti.net/"&gt;juan carlos onetti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-7267661373564923442?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/IQyfgXYIOv0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/IQyfgXYIOv0/hay-solo-un-camino.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/10/hay-solo-un-camino.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-1312734208808016790</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 00:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-20T22:10:00.008-02:00</atom:updated><title>esses queridos.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/30850065?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/30850065"&gt;Teaser Terceira Dança - 1&lt;/a&gt; no canal de experiências do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;vimeo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user5835793"&gt;alexandre de sena&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-1312734208808016790?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/XpHE_K4c2sk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/XpHE_K4c2sk/esses-queridos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/10/esses-queridos.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-7827098288291069834</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2011 19:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-18T17:48:10.566-02:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://egorshapovalov.ru/images/editor/series/one/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://egorshapovalov.ru/images/editor/series/one/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;série: one. edgar shapovalov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-7827098288291069834?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/cELhhl3cyqo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/cELhhl3cyqo/serie-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/10/serie-one.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-7209771777200737518</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2011 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-15T21:38:29.294-03:00</atom:updated><title>com que voz</title><description>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;as vozes embalaram-me durante anos. as vozes da casa, das paredes, dos que existiam e não existiam. as várias vozes da minha boca. as muitas vozes da imaginação. as vozes seguras. as vozes incertas. sempre, num balanço diário, desde o acordar ao adormecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;uma sinfonia precisa sempre de uma organização. pegamos nos vários instrumentos e tentamos que, da confusão, nasça uma harmonia. às vezes conseguimo-lo à primeira. noutras, muitos anos se gastam na perseguição desse objectivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;não canso o meu espantar perante uma coisa bem feita quando o pensamento era ainda tão rarefeito. nem perdoo a preguiça por não ter colocado todos os outros textos acima do nível destes menos maus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;enquanto houver vida, haverá mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://luisfilipecristovao.blogspot.com/"&gt;luís filipe cristóvão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-7209771777200737518?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/1DEtKAe9Vxs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/1DEtKAe9Vxs/com-que-voz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/10/com-que-voz.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-6554913561380224949</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 03:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-14T00:05:00.251-03:00</atom:updated><title>devagar</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/31938_117128321662686_100000965573901_82081_6946851_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/31938_117128321662686_100000965573901_82081_6946851_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;do &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/whereismarcelo/"&gt;marcelinho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-6554913561380224949?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/9_D5z0Mqvw8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/9_D5z0Mqvw8/devagar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/10/devagar.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-3467008792388189588</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-13T15:23:06.221-03:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;"o inferno dos vivos não é algo que será; se existe, é aquele que já está aqui, o inferno no qual vivemos todos os dias, que formamos estando juntos. existem duas maneiras de não sofrer. a primeira é fácil para a maioria das pessoas: aceitar o inferno e tornar-se parte deste até o ponto de deixar de percebê-lo. a segunda é arriscada e exige atenção e aprendizagem contínuas: tentar saber reconhecer quem e o que, no meio do inferno, não é inferno, fazê-lo durar, dar-lhe espaço.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;in &lt;a href="http://ppta.dominiotemporario.com/doc/Italo-Calvino-As-Cidades-Invisiveis.pdf"&gt;cidades invisíveis&lt;/a&gt; - ítalo calvino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-3467008792388189588?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/aLYN9yFfUe4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/aLYN9yFfUe4/o-inferno-dos-vivos-nao-e-algo-que-sera.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-inferno-dos-vivos-nao-e-algo-que-sera.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-878679546352798202</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-28T00:07:00.400-03:00</atom:updated><title>burn season</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XiY5gfdHnN0/TkaJwIIzcvI/AAAAAAAACDI/egyDkj6RZw0/s1600/BurnSeason25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XiY5gfdHnN0/TkaJwIIzcvI/AAAAAAAACDI/egyDkj6RZw0/s400/BurnSeason25.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parkeharrison.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;robert e shana parkeharrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/5500405096900287058-878679546352798202?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/4JAa-GMk58M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/4JAa-GMk58M/burn-season.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XiY5gfdHnN0/TkaJwIIzcvI/AAAAAAAACDI/egyDkj6RZw0/s72-c/BurnSeason25.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/09/burn-season.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-5597360094428268145</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2011 05:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-27T02:45:33.551-03:00</atom:updated><title>a insustentável leveza de quê?</title><description>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;deixar cair uma maçã com toda a força,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;não estamos aqui pela gravidade, mas porque&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;amamos o chão – a terra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;se possível, metemo-la toda na boca,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;perdi um bloco de notas que me compraste no museu do galileu, nele tinha notas sobre a aflição e o atrito – a ligação entre poesia e ciência, a vontade de estar dentro de ti. a maçã contínua cai – sem que newton ou um poeta suicida – esqueci-me do número do andar – tenham ainda o sabor da razão na boca, azedo e verde, sem ter asas, nem querer voar: a insustentável leveza de quê? o atrito do ar enquanto desces e perdes toda a poesia, a inocência, a vontade de cair naquilo que nunca será ciência – falo da razão está nos teus olhos, dentes e boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nuno brito in créme de la creme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-5597360094428268145?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/JKIT1t3fE8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/JKIT1t3fE8U/insustentavel-leveza-de-que.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/09/insustentavel-leveza-de-que.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-5927997064866088616</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2011 04:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-21T01:51:00.104-03:00</atom:updated><title>c h a o s r e i g n s</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/310614_176911129049923_100001931114137_370736_1613931747_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/310614_176911129049923_100001931114137_370736_1613931747_n.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;do &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dedex/sets/"&gt;dedé&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-5927997064866088616?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/gV0O29GuOGU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/gV0O29GuOGU/c-h-o-s-r-e-i-g-n-s.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/09/c-h-o-s-r-e-i-g-n-s.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-4102823790550834133</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2011 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-20T11:55:04.985-03:00</atom:updated><title>necessidades</title><description>el individuo que difiere de sus pares&lt;br /&gt;
que perturba o escandaliza a su familia o sociedad&lt;br /&gt;
suele ser calificado de insano acusado de enfermedad mental y&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;perseguido como enfermo&lt;br /&gt;
este acto de psiquiatría llena necesidades importantes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
el individuo que ve piernas azules de mujer volar&lt;br /&gt;
arbolitos cantar el mundo heder&lt;br /&gt;
es encerrado golpeado con electricidad insulina médicos&lt;br /&gt;
este acto de psiquiatría llena necesidades importantes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
¿necesidades del volar o cantar?&lt;br /&gt;
¿necesidades del individuo que difiere de sus pares&lt;br /&gt;
que perturba o escandaliza a su familia o sociedad y es&lt;br /&gt;
calificado de insano acusado de enfermedad mental y perseguido como&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;enfermo?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
¿otras necesidades?&lt;br /&gt;
¿necesidades del individuo que no difiere de sus pares&lt;br /&gt;
que no perturba o escandaliza a su familia o sociedad&lt;br /&gt;
que no es calificado de insano acusado de enfermedad mental ni&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;perseguido como enfermo?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
¿piernas azules de mujer volar no?&lt;br /&gt;
¿ni arbolitos cantar ni mundo heder?&lt;br /&gt;
este acto de psiquiatría llena necesidades importantes&lt;br /&gt;
los jabalíes de oro se están comiendo a yvonne&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sololiteratura.com/gel/gelmanprincipal.htm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;juan gelman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/5500405096900287058-4102823790550834133?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/WFpCcDSBabc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/WFpCcDSBabc/necessidades.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/09/necessidades.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500405096900287058.post-3123394183671866781</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 17:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-16T14:09:31.789-03:00</atom:updated><title>boca</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/95d5d40b586f4708f7c3134934ea52cc6cd55000_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/95d5d40b586f4708f7c3134934ea52cc6cd55000_m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;no&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ffffound.com/image/95d5d40b586f4708f7c3134934ea52cc6cd55000"&gt;ffffound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500405096900287058-3123394183671866781?l=picumah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/picumahfeed/~4/oM0NRQXqnNk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/picumahfeed/~3/oM0NRQXqnNk/boca.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (alexandre de sena)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://picumah.blogspot.com/2011/09/boca.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

