<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317</id><updated>2011-08-15T08:21:05.452-03:00</updated><title type='text'>---RASPAs:</title><subtitle type='html'>[partes retiradas de um corpo ou superfície que se raspa---]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-4475899879269578347</id><published>2007-04-06T21:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:04:09.941-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>agora alguma coisa aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.praondevaioque.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.praondevaioque.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-4475899879269578347?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/4475899879269578347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=4475899879269578347' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/4475899879269578347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/4475899879269578347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2007/04/agora-alguma-coisa-aqui-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-221753350291938523</id><published>2007-03-08T12:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T13:04:39.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;para &lt;a href="http://www.as-setechaves.blogspot.com/"&gt;ela&lt;/a&gt; que hoje cedo me lembrou: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para quê uma linha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e com outra eu escrevi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procurando linhas soltas para costurar um músculo de fogo que expande aberto incompreensível incabível insubstituivelmente insano e insatisfeito sempre e sem mais porquê de ter de querer poder comer um pouco do vermelho da sua boca de fogo e de fogo também a linha solta que apaga ascende descende destrói tudo em torno em volta na volta na espera da volta que volta não volta que canta que grita o maior cântico dos cânticos dos cantos quentes dos lugares para onde os que são quentes descosturados fogem para serem [e apesar de] músculos juntos e depois um só músculo de força sem igual que incrível se abre todo inteiro ou se fecha hermético para que lá não entre qualquer ar ou sopro suspiro de morte de vir a ser o impossível que é ser impossível e portanto impossível continuo procurando essas linhas para costurar ou não costurar e cobrir e descobrir depois as frestas por onde o vento que vermelho entra e sai e come do vermelho que eu quero que entre dentro para não deixar mais que o músculo que insiste pare agora nessa hora que eu quero mais do que qualquer outra que ele bata aqui dentro e fora me entornando no aberto onde moro morro procurando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rojo: que te quiero rojo siempre hasta que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-221753350291938523?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/221753350291938523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=221753350291938523' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/221753350291938523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/221753350291938523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2007/03/para-mara-que-hoje-cedo-me-lembrou-para.html' title=''/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-116900170559492556</id><published>2007-01-17T00:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T19:25:41.796-02:00</updated><title type='text'>um pouco do deserto</title><content type='html'>ou como &lt;a href="http://www.bandoneonarrabalero.blogspot.com"&gt;ela&lt;/a&gt; disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o pelo avesso do mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2649/1658/1600/839690/60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2649/1658/320/816973/60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-116900170559492556?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/116900170559492556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=116900170559492556' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/116900170559492556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/116900170559492556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2007/01/um-pouco-do-deserto.html' title='um pouco do deserto'/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-115677860525578704</id><published>2006-08-28T12:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T12:57:47.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EXtranho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eu que só penso agora em viajar. não ir em direção à. onde nunca. ser sem precisar dessa água. sem pensar completo. para que tudo o que fosse, será. então que fosse lento mas breve. que fosse. para que você me dissesse só. não me dissesse assim ] me dissesse assim [&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para eu nunca. eu nunca eu. para que nós [ que somos tão pouco práticos querendo &amp;amp; querendo que uma lacuna se torne uma outra lacuna para transportar esse vazio – que é a perda que eu ganharia se. só penso agora nesse perder-se, nessas viagens prometidas por esse mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-115677860525578704?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/115677860525578704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=115677860525578704' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/115677860525578704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/115677860525578704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2006/08/extranho.html' title='EXtranho'/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-115300474403024456</id><published>2006-07-15T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T20:16:25.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ppsssssssss</title><content type='html'>um mar aberto&lt;br /&gt;_____________mar adentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sempre /por enquanto/ morro ali mesmo&lt;br /&gt;algures&lt;br /&gt;_________________________ [at home] ou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-115300474403024456?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/115300474403024456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=115300474403024456' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/115300474403024456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/115300474403024456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2006/07/ppsssssssss.html' title='ppsssssssss'/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-115141878139721284</id><published>2006-06-27T11:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T11:35:46.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>------------------------------------------ visceral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2649/1658/1600/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2649/1658/320/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ismael Nery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-115141878139721284?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/115141878139721284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=115141878139721284' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/115141878139721284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/115141878139721284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2006/06/visceral.html' title='------------------------------------------ visceral'/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-114149123380280987</id><published>2006-03-04T13:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T13:53:53.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'>inacabado</title><content type='html'>o corpo, uma ilha no corpo do copo. o corpo, uma ilha habitada pelo próprio corpo afogado no copo. afogada a ilha&lt;br /&gt;____quase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-114149123380280987?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/114149123380280987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=114149123380280987' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/114149123380280987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/114149123380280987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2006/03/inacabado.html' title='inacabado'/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-114019280122094548</id><published>2006-02-17T14:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:33:41.363-02:00</updated><title type='text'>love history 1 / cuando calienta el sol</title><content type='html'>um amor de verão&lt;br /&gt;profético -&lt;br /&gt;desde o início&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cão que ladra entre&lt;br /&gt;as barracas&lt;br /&gt;do acampamento -&lt;br /&gt;na praia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urubu que devora&lt;br /&gt;mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-114019280122094548?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/114019280122094548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=114019280122094548' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/114019280122094548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/114019280122094548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-history-1-cuando-calienta-el-sol.html' title='love history 1 / cuando calienta el sol'/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-113760063553046503</id><published>2006-01-18T14:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:38:45.506-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>então eu deito o meu &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dentro da&lt;br /&gt;curvatura rosa que é&lt;br /&gt;entre uma perna e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superfície / eu quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;superfície&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-113760063553046503?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/113760063553046503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=113760063553046503' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/113760063553046503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/113760063553046503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2006/01/ento-eu-deito-o-meu-grito-dentro-da.html' title=''/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-113379455324592890</id><published>2005-12-05T12:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:58:43.153-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vestindo luvas para comer os erros. luvas para todas as questões de pele. é tudo uma questão de, afinal. vestindo-se num gesto de deboche. ou até ser romântico. sem roupas. ¡ay! o tal músculo contrai / virado / dado ao deus-dará [quem dará?] / dizem: dar agora e em qualquer lugar. e dizem mais: luvas para todas as questões de pele e vida e morte e cama e copo e osso. luva - luva como se a própria luva fosse o limite entre a água o sal &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a pele e a pele&lt;/span&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/17246317-113379455324592890?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/113379455324592890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=113379455324592890' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/113379455324592890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/113379455324592890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2005/12/vestindo-luvas-para-comer-_113379455324592890.html' title=''/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-113379439314042679</id><published>2005-12-05T12:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:59:48.003-02:00</updated><title type='text'>i.n.j.u.r.y ------</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2649/1658/1600/prazer%20est??tico.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2649/1658/320/prazer%20est%3F%3Ftico.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2649/1658/1600/prazer%20est??tico.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-113379439314042679?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/113379439314042679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=113379439314042679' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/113379439314042679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/113379439314042679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2005/12/injury_05.html' title='i.n.j.u.r.y ------'/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-113348843411827100</id><published>2005-12-01T23:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:18:00.176-02:00</updated><title type='text'>[se linha molhasse. ah, se linha molhasse__________]</title><content type='html'>se eu fosse chover agora / se eu fosse chorar agora, seriam fios, honey&lt;br /&gt;linha de costura se / se sabe como:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molha meu olho seco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de cada lado molha uma cor /&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;molha&lt;/span&gt;--------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;vermelho e branco. e adivinha, adivinha o lado esquerdo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(linha não pinga, MAS linha escorre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então molha meu olho até [&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-113348843411827100?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/113348843411827100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=113348843411827100' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/113348843411827100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/113348843411827100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2005/12/se-linha-molhasse-ah-se-linha-molhasse.html' title='[se linha molhasse. ah, se linha molhasse__________]'/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-113154515318643030</id><published>2005-11-09T11:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:48:11.053-02:00</updated><title type='text'>[náusea de vinho]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;assim: [ argh ] todo ele me redime. não, ele não me redime com sua força de fuga / ele es-ca-pa; não escapa. fica preso na taça / vermelho; vai chorar lá no estômago. e que cansaço dá não parar nunca de rodar de pés descalços no piso do banheiro, eu piso na poça de estômago e o teto me censura. de cima o teto respingando as formas, o teto molhado de prazer e mesmo assim me censura / reprimido; no formato de parede, enquadrado. podia ser chão o teto / eu piso nele / esse teto podia ser lado. mas a superfície lisa branca intacta não se deixa corromper nunca. e o líquido todo ele me redime, me lambe a língua, o céu da boca, o esôfago, acaricia e seca lá. seca? me auto-resgato, então. me auto-resgato com culpa sem culpa com culpa. não me auto-resgato. eu morro encostada no espelho / parede esquerda / (cor de) coração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-113154515318643030?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/113154515318643030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-113026293574576142</id><published>2005-10-25T15:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:14:25.356-02:00</updated><title type='text'>[eroticamente (escandindo as sílabas)]</title><content type='html'>VEIO AQUI PRA ME FAZER DE REFÉM, NÃO FOI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois prefiro o tapa à letra que forma&lt;br /&gt;(-------------------------- ) palavra&lt;br /&gt;(-------------------------- ) frase que pensa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;[texto inacabado]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-113026293574576142?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/113026293574576142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=113026293574576142' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/113026293574576142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/113026293574576142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2005/10/eroticamente-escandindo-as-slabas.html' title='[eroticamente (escandindo as sílabas)]'/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-112996175483484516</id><published>2005-10-22T04:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T12:07:56.173-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vem desliza entorta as costas na mesa em cima / separa os braços vem e deita no meu amor / deita e rola / e cobre os seus pés transparentes com linha / cobre com as linhas atrapalhadas, jogadas – do lado esquerdo da máquina de costura – faz mesmo um nó e não desdá / desentorta agora o lado do corpo pra fora e vem aqui pra eu te ________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-112996175483484516?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/112996175483484516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=112996175483484516' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/112996175483484516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/112996175483484516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2005/10/vem-desliza-entorta-as-costas-na-mesa.html' title=''/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-112818157218938888</id><published>2005-10-01T12:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T12:46:12.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[coisas de olho quebrado]</title><content type='html'>faço o mesmo caminho&lt;br /&gt;sem mais&lt;br /&gt;nem sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o mesmo:&lt;br /&gt;do estômago à boca,&lt;br /&gt;à boca do estômago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem falar&lt;br /&gt;no que vejo e&lt;br /&gt;despejo&lt;br /&gt;no chão&lt;br /&gt;com o olhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-112818157218938888?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/112818157218938888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=112818157218938888' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/112818157218938888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/112818157218938888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2005/10/coisas-de-olho-quebrado.html' title='[coisas de olho quebrado]'/><author><name>ana c. bahia fontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqlVBX--oqI/SrVmxHguarI/AAAAAAAAHN8/3SOjFxnifmw/S220/retrato4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246317.post-112795469408042181</id><published>2005-09-28T21:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:07:20.863-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vou te matar [e te mato]. com uma agulha em cada unha, embaixo de cada unha vou declarar, vou declarar, vou t-e declarar ------------- &lt;em&gt;es lo siguiente, mi corazón&lt;/em&gt;: esse lago azul e a água desmisturada e a margem, as margens opostas desse lago incompleto entre um corpo e outro e a cada sensação: esse amor-de-corpo ______quebrado______sensorial -- (é) &lt;em&gt;como se me faltassem as pernas desde que&lt;/em&gt;. esse meu corpo triste e o seu carro estacionado no quarteirão do meio. uma vela pingando nas costas, no círculo mal-escrito dum tapa até que nunca mais ou mais pulse esse impulso descompassado de pulsar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246317-112795469408042181?l=asraspas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/feeds/112795469408042181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246317&amp;postID=112795469408042181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/112795469408042181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246317/posts/default/112795469408042181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asraspas.blogspot.com/2005/09/vou-te-matar-e-te-mato.html' title=''/><author><name>ana c. bahia 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