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Minima-Imagem, or what's in a photo: Raízes - Todo origem
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Sunday, August 8, 2010. Raízes - Todo origem. Você tem vontade de voltar? Sometimes I fell like floating weeds. Você já viu o filme? Colorido, sim. Anos atrás, num começo de verão. Lembro do calor que fazia por lá. Da chuva. E de uma cena, a entrada do cais. Uns barcos fora d'água. Tudo muito parado. Location: Jardim da Luz - Bom Retiro, Sao Paulo - São Paulo, Brazil. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Photos I took here and there. Suggestions. Feet in white wax, my own trackings. Raízes - Todo origem.
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Third river bank - a way back home: August 2012
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Third river bank - a way back home. Leituras e releituras. Pequenas imagens. Outras fotografias. Friday, August 10, 2012. Roberto Bolaño - El Exilio y la literatura. Tuesday, August 7, 2012. Alex Gilvarry - From the memoirs of a non-enemy combatan. Take a bite, it said. I resisted this compulsion to sexualize her, I swear. Oh, but how I lusted for a body! That first breach: My hand touching hers, her hand touching mine, my thigh in her hand, her hand on my thigh. The first time two lovers touch inten...
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Third river bank - a way back home: What is the myth you are living? - C.G. Jung
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Third river bank - a way back home. Leituras e releituras. Pequenas imagens. Outras fotografias. Monday, May 4, 2015. What is the myth you are living? It was a radical shift of ground from a subjective and personalistic, essentially biographical approach to the reading of the symbolism of the psyche, to a larger, culture-historical, mythological orientation, that then became the characteristic of Jung's psychology. He asked himself, "What is the myth you are living? Introduction by Joseph Campbell. Snipp...
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Minima-Imagem, or what's in a photo: Cards and memories
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Monday, February 3, 2014. Christmas cards you gave to me. Smile It makes people wonder. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Photos I took here and there. Suggestions. Feet in white wax, my own trackings. Fotos de aqui e acolá. Sugestões. Pé em cera branca, meu próprio rastrear. I live in here as well. Santa Cruz. Navigating spaces between programming rules and poetry; photographs and recounted stories; breathing silence and maracatus. View my complete profile. Other blogs I keep.
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Minima-Imagem, or what's in a photo: Just spin
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Wednesday, October 27, 2010. There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Photos I took here and there. Suggestions. Feet in white wax, my own trackings. Fotos de aqui e acolá. Sugestões. Pé em cera branca, meu próprio rastrear. I live in here as well. Santa Cruz. Navigating spaces between programming rules and poetry; photographs and recounted stories; breathing silence and maracatus. View my complete profile. Other blogs I keep.
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Minima-Imagem, or what's in a photo: Arriving
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Saturday, February 12, 2011. Vediamo, ancora un'altra volta," lui mi diceva. Each time a renewed solitude, all these returns summer after summer and impossible golondrinas. Un deseo de Gardel y sus tangos y Mariana y sus dedos en el acordeón: 'la fisarmonica,' diceva. E oggi il cello soprattutto zitto. Today, my shoes worn out, silently. The house not more than a mirage, layer over layer over years over my grandmother's sleepless nights and all the vast ocean they negotiated before arriving here.
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Minima-Imagem, or what's in a photo: Fotografias de outono
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Monday, June 30, 2014. E o dia aqui acordou ensolarado e quente. E seco, como apenas nos desertos é possível ser. O verde das plantas é amaciado, já sem poder mais sair em força, já que a muito falta água e a seca são as únicas sombras constantes que um deserto pode oferecer. E eu ali, entre camaleões no jardim, o piano em silêncio. Assim agora nessa manhã quente de deserto eu revejo a chuva e voce. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Other blogs I keep.
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Minima-Imagem, or what's in a photo: Birds
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Sunday, September 12, 2010. If you ask me that, yes, I know how to swim, I tell you. And yes, I could cross this cove, teeth clutching a rope, drenched clothes, late night. I could. But for what? I have now, my friend, nowhere to go back to. And how about all those dreams of mangoes, freshly caught sapotis. Juice sticking to your lips. In various sweetnesses and four o'clock afternoons? I lost them, you know, I can't even write about these, anymore.". Labels: Black and White. View my complete profile.
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Minima-Imagem, or what's in a photo: Silently
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Monday, August 11, 2014. And I woke up when you smiled. Standing up I followed curves on the river,. I phoned long distance each night,. I heard your voice on the radio, in the speaker phone at work,. Behind sirens on friday nights. We danced in the kitchen uncountable tangos,. Innumerable salsas and sambas and other tunes. Of rocky mountains high. We wept when baby left,. And we sat the table for afternoon coffees,. Tea and biscuits: old friends. Lovers. Silently, now. Silently. Labels: Black and White.
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Minima-Imagem, or what's in a photo: Depois do Carnaval
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Tuesday, February 21, 2012. Uma saudade descompassada das ruas e das praias. Das pernas, das gentes e seus sorrisos. Depois dos dias de festa, ruas lambuzadas de cerveja e de saudades, um sol faiscando amanheceres, outras promessas e novos perigos. Depois disso eu vim te procurar. E perguntar baixinho onde andas, Joana? Toda cantada e recantada em chicos e jobins, vem e mata-me de rir, dizia ele, fala-me de amor. Vem Joana. E geme de loucura e de torpor. Onde andas, Marina? Fui eu, descubro o que já sabi...
