tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173061080544497672012-01-17T11:45:32.341-03:00ARANHA-CÉUPOESIAÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-14241289800550491122012-01-03T13:36:00.003-03:002012-01-03T13:53:24.805-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQBwmW1Rncw/TwMxAc0AJRI/AAAAAAAAAcA/n3xgNzSxqdU/s1600/Sad%2BUkelele%2BDog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQBwmW1Rncw/TwMxAc0AJRI/AAAAAAAAAcA/n3xgNzSxqdU/s200/Sad%2BUkelele%2BDog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693448237730506002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span >Perspicácia e desfaçatez</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >Nossas brochuras param em pé</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >de versinhos quebrados</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >redondos e ou quadrados</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >a literatura enleva</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >envolve e revela</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >sem botar a mãe no meio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >em frente a insignificância</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >da inexistência do que dizer</span></div><span ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span >edilson del grossi & édson de vulcanis</span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-1424128980055049112?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-91205299659407770042011-05-15T15:20:00.002-03:002011-05-15T15:27:24.556-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Fz2YvfJsa8/TdAa-GNCXBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/CxHPXORrhvk/s1600/duffpintglss.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Fz2YvfJsa8/TdAa-GNCXBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/CxHPXORrhvk/s200/duffpintglss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607011190195772434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>my dear beer</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">cara amiga cerveja</div><div style="text-align: center;">apesar de suas intrigas</div><div style="text-align: center;">já experimentei suas amigas</div><div style="text-align: center;">que se entregaram de bandeja</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">e é com você, querida bebida</div><div style="text-align: center;">que o copo rola na mesa</div><div style="text-align: center;">eu sempre te mato, cerveja</div><div style="text-align: center;">você aos poucos me liquida</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>marcos prado</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-9120529965940777004?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-32515229108682738542011-03-20T12:18:00.003-03:002011-03-20T12:26:58.466-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9l2byePiDw/TYYcqYjZT5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/jrqvgIipiao/s1600/joker.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9l2byePiDw/TYYcqYjZT5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/jrqvgIipiao/s200/joker.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586183902270672786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>sem marcas</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">cada passo meu</div><div style="text-align: center;">é um tropeço seu</div><div style="text-align: center;">jogo buraco</div><div style="text-align: center;">e não caio em vão</div><div style="text-align: center;">bato no morto</div><div style="text-align: center;">quebro pau torto </div><div style="text-align: center;">sem blefes canastrão</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">dou-lhe uma duas três</div><div style="text-align: center;">quem dá mais</div><div style="text-align: center;">por sua vez</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>marcos prado</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-3251522910868273854?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-85275676067329845032011-03-02T19:31:00.005-03:002011-03-02T19:53:32.088-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6n-G5AKb3c/TW7Jnk8OOdI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4rpiH23Tcbk/s1600/democracia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6n-G5AKb3c/TW7Jnk8OOdI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4rpiH23Tcbk/s200/democracia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579618670126971346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>democracia</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">o povo desse povoado</div><div style="text-align: center;">resume tudo num refrão:</div><div style="text-align: center;">só dá ladrão! só dá ladrão! </div><div style="text-align: center;">mas sempre vota no mais votado.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">o povo é mais um na multidão,</div><div style="text-align: center;">não vejo ninguém do meu lado.</div><div style="text-align: center;">pilantra, escroque, patife, deputado</div><div style="text-align: center;">são sinônimos de rufião.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">o povo não merece perdão,</div><div style="text-align: center;">pensa o general desde soldado.</div><div style="text-align: center;">o exército não tem salvação,</div><div style="text-align: center;">diz o povo de rabo espichado.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">esse povo nasceu no país errado,</div><div style="text-align: center;">só existe em época de eleição.</div><div style="text-align: center;">ainda assim porque é feriado</div><div style="text-align: center;">e logo voltam à sua nação.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>antonio thadeu wojciechowski, marcos prado e roberto prado</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>charge: paixão</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-8527567606732984503?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-5952642563512414992011-01-16T19:46:00.011-03:002011-01-16T20:11:36.253-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/TTN3XMsiDOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/gZrs2DKdkPw/s1600/frankenstein.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/TTN3XMsiDOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/gZrs2DKdkPw/s200/frankenstein.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562921205161397474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="style=">contundente podre</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">não trato mal as pessoas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">só as ponho no devido lugar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">todos voltaram à idade da pedra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">moeram vidro no olhar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">muito tiro na cabeça pra sobreviver</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">eu piso mais fundo não posso parar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">você se acha a uva passa do bolo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">que a massa quer mastigar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">mutilou-se por um amor aos pedaços</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">enfio a faca até enferrujar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span">não trato mal as pessoas</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span">só as ponho no devido lugar</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span">edilson del grossi, édson de vulcanis & sérgio viralobos</span></i></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-595264256351241499?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-53294022644688032602010-10-24T16:22:00.007-03:002012-01-03T13:49:14.874-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/TMSJGBrNOpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/dYABJ337JiU/s1600/amy+amy+amy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/TMSJGBrNOpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/dYABJ337JiU/s200/amy+amy+amy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531696978939689618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >jandira</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >jandira não há dia</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >que eu não prefira</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >jandira</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >já cansei de sofrer</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >o tempo já dirá</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >o que eu sei</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >e que nem você me tira</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >jandira já se disse</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >que você não ama ninguém</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >mentira</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >jandira você só ama você</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >mas isso a gente também</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >no amor o que se diz</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >não se retira</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >jandira o amor é de quem</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >em seus braços se atira</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >edilson del grossi, édson de vulcanis & fernando koproski</span></span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-5329402264468803260?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-75501277227883241892010-09-22T22:02:00.007-03:002012-01-03T13:50:09.253-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/TJqrZljy-4I/AAAAAAAAAVw/ArfoA0tDvxQ/s1600/Peter+Pan.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/TJqrZljy-4I/AAAAAAAAAVw/ArfoA0tDvxQ/s200/Peter+Pan.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519912749363297154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Nostalgia da inocência perdida</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Nunca na terra alguém amou tanto</span></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 21px; " ><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Transformando o menino que jamais sonhou crescer</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">A paixão avassaladora veio como encanto</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Dilacerando lentamente todo o seu ser</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Agora, envergonhado esconde seu pranto</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Percebe que é melhor não saber que sofrer</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Decepcionado com o tempo, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">o mundo e a vida que não tem sentido</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Eternamente jovem, deseja apenas morrer </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "> </div><strong><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Édson de Vulcanis</span></span></span></i></span></div></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-7550127722788324189?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-47302150978343926932010-09-01T19:29:00.002-03:002010-10-16T18:33:56.807-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >insônia</span></span></span></div><span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi- font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";font-size:10.0pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >frio</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >tédio na madrugada</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >calafrio</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >ouço o apito do guarda</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >fiu-firiu-fiu-fiu</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >edilson del grossi & édson de vulcanis</span></span></span></i></div><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-4730215097834392693?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-48785592729745709842010-08-08T13:08:00.003-03:002010-10-16T18:34:19.718-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/TF8wkttT7OI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wf6Z6jf6NsI/s1600/jesse_james.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/TF8wkttT7OI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wf6Z6jf6NsI/s200/jesse_james.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503170676973104354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >queria amá-la</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >a bolsa e carteira</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >um beijo de despedida</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >e a frasqueira</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >edilson del grossi & édson de vulcanis</span></span></i></span></div><span style="mso-bidi- font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif";mso-fareast-Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";font-size:10.0pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-4878559272974570984?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-18617219290731699882010-04-25T13:48:00.005-03:002010-10-16T18:34:44.157-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/S9Rz2Cz3qPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fpMKuiDeENY/s1600/palavras.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/S9Rz2Cz3qPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fpMKuiDeENY/s200/palavras.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464119620211812594" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span><o:p></o:p></span><p></p></div></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:18.0pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" >as palavras tem vida própria<br />apenas convido-as a passear<br />pelos poemas, versos e prosas<br />e assim, sempre irão me acompanhar<o:p></o:p></span></span></p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >édson de vulcanis</span></i></div></span></span><o:p></o:p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-1861721929073169988?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-22424000531998574192009-10-27T21:32:00.006-03:002010-10-16T18:35:25.556-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/S0e3Mhm9x5I/AAAAAAAAATQ/AOKieac-doQ/s1600-h/homem+tronco"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/S0e3Mhm9x5I/AAAAAAAAATQ/AOKieac-doQ/s200/homem+tronco" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424505701999167378" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >o homem tronco é meu meio irmão<br />ao maneta dê sempre a mão<br />e se lhe passa a perna,<br />o perneta dê-lhe perdão<br />não perca a cabeça<br />mesmo sem coração<br /><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >edilson del grossi & édson de vulcanis</span></span></span></i> </p><p></p></div><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-2242400053199857419?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-84257730982211682452009-10-21T20:16:00.009-03:002010-10-16T19:08:46.993-03:00<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/St-ca88MJYI/AAAAAAAAAR8/cVKF7aPiRjk/s1600-h/aa"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/St-ca88MJYI/AAAAAAAAAR8/cVKF7aPiRjk/s200/aa" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395202865462257026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >diário de um alcoólatra</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR; mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";font-size:10.0pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >a decadência está em ascensão</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >a porta do bar é uma cova rasa</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >onde o bêbado é cremado vivo</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >edilson del grossi & édson de vulcanis</span></span></i></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-8425773098221168245?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-62681342369641054042009-08-28T20:18:00.005-03:002010-10-16T18:36:41.284-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/SphqsSGfhkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nlvHJ54J-Xg/s1600-h/amigo+da+on%C3%A7a"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375163464272545346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/SphqsSGfhkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nlvHJ54J-Xg/s200/amigo+da+on%C3%A7a" /></a> <strong><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >amigo é pra essas coisas<br /></span></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >estaria pisando na sua carcaça</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >caso fosse um abutre</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >estou apenas resmun</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >gando</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >é temporada de caça</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >carne nova me nutre<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >édson de vulcanis & edilson del grossi</span></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-6268134236964105404?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-415044498687633292009-04-24T15:10:00.012-03:002010-10-16T19:09:28.027-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/SoXjEYCDJyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1TMsrI4TWvk/s1600-h/ovinho+da+ira.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369947795019212578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/SoXjEYCDJyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1TMsrI4TWvk/s200/ovinho+da+ira.jpg" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >ovinho da ira</span></span></span><em><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >as peruas </span></span><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >estão</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > chocadas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >mesmo assim, </span></span><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >creem piamente</span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >a vida vale a pena</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-style: italic; " class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >édson de vulcanis</span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:18;" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-41504449868763329?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-24313055593894115412007-12-27T08:13:00.002-03:002010-10-24T16:38:22.885-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/R3OKi9mqPkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1Ku0EZHQ9p4/s1600-h/raiva+da+lua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148611132271509058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/R3OKi9mqPkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1Ku0EZHQ9p4/s200/raiva+da+lua.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">A raiva da lua</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />A esquerda vivia bem</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Para ela nunca faltou braços</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Já a direita, dedilhava dúvidas</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />O céu cuspia súplicas</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">O sol apertava o passo</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />Quem estava há tempos no centro</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Virou sombra e fugiu de si mesmo </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">A luz que olhava minguante</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Com uma velocidade impressionante</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Se virou pra iluminar o instante:<br /><br />A lua levantou o dedo médio</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Ela não estava nem à direita</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Nem à esquerda e muito menos</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">no centro das atenções</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Com inveja e com raiva de tudo</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Mandou o espaço pra aquele lugar.</span></span></div><div align="center"><blockquote><div align="center"><blockquote><blockquote><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Alexandre França & Édson de Vulcanis </span></span></em></div></blockquote></blockquote></div></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-2431305559389411541?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-79308372982212141212007-08-31T02:31:00.001-03:002010-10-16T18:39:20.825-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/RtexKWV2-MI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GIeqPx5g6d4/s1600-h/punks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104743494001817794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/RtexKWV2-MI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GIeqPx5g6d4/s200/punks.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >o pogo da terceira idade<br /><br /></span></span></strong><div align="center"><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >meu coturno virou pantufa<br />a indumentária negra, de pelúcia<br />o fio do último moicano<br />dando adeus à nuca<br />rabo de galo agora é canja<br />o câncer da sociedade é meu<br />ataques ao sistema tísico<br />o Sex Pistols há muito me esqueceu<br />mas ainda pogo como antes,<br />devagarinho, tocando o foda-se<br />ufa! sem futuro eternamente punk<br /><em></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br />edilson del grossi, édson de vulcanis & marcio goedert</span></span></em></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-7930837298221214121?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-13309382409535325742007-08-31T02:19:00.001-03:002010-10-16T18:40:09.292-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/RzX_zB6s0EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wVNV63agX-Q/s1600-h/marcos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131288602611601474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/RzX_zB6s0EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wVNV63agX-Q/s200/marcos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/Rte2d2V2-NI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QAq_2WEVCQQ/s1600-h/drama"></a><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >drama de copos</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><br />já fui feliz um dia<br />sem perceber que você fingia<br />quando dizia que me amava<br />à noite eu acordava e trabalhava<br />enquanto com outro você dormia<br />um dia cheguei mais cedo em casa<br />doente, febril e com tremores<br />em nosso quarto encontrei vocês dois mandando brasa<br />sem vergonha, sem amor e sem pudores<br />fui ao bar em nosso bairro encher a cara<br />pensando com a minha vida acabar<br />mas lembrei o que disse o bom Jesus<br />o sofrimento alivia minha cruz<br />e assim vou investindo em meu destino<br />abandonando o papel de sofredor<br />vou andando pelas ruas da cidade<br />a procura de um amor de verdade<br /><br /></span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >edilson de grossi, édson de vulcanis & antonio thadeu<br />wojciechowski</span></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-1330938240953532574?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-88109850699639954702007-08-27T00:26:00.002-03:002010-10-16T19:10:19.507-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/RtJK9mV2-JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_fy4Oqj51Es/s1600-h/kursk"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103223749888899218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/RtJK9mV2-JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_fy4Oqj51Es/s200/kursk" border="0" /></a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>À noite divago, doutor.</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />(aos marinheiros do submarino Kursk)<br /><br /></span></span><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">nossos marinheiros estão pedindo água<br />vivem os infernos no fundo do mar<br />a lucidez se perde nas trevas<br />garçom, traga mais uma garrafa de oxigênio<br />estou seco para afogar as mágoas<br />será que emergiremos apenas para sermos enterrados<br />ou cremados e novamente jogados ao mar<br />assistindo nossas cinzas irem por água abaixo<br />será que nós paus d’água iremos nos salvar<br />vamos pedir aos céus que voltemos à terra<br />e que a verdade venha à tona<br /><em></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />ubiratan gonçalves de oliveira, édson de vulcanis & antonio thadeu wojciechowski</span></span></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-8810985069963995470?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-85426210069964637472007-08-23T03:55:00.011-03:002010-10-16T18:41:32.715-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/Rs00NWV2-GI/AAAAAAAAAFg/takXY7DS7MA/s1600-h/Jason"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101791356820846690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/Rs00NWV2-GI/AAAAAAAAAFg/takXY7DS7MA/s200/Jason" border="0" /></a> <strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >ao lindo johnson</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >eu era um homem muito bonito<br />eu era charmoso<br />eu era lindo<br />eu era maravilhoso<br />eu era demais<br />eles me chamavam de alain delon<br />mas hoje de longe, me chamam de jason<br />me taxam de jason<br />me pegaram pra jason<br />me mostre o seu coração de monstro<br />e eu mostro os pêlos da mão:<br />seus pesadelos mais sinceros se realizarão<br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >édson de vulcanis, marcos prado e marcio goedert</span></span></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-8542621006996463747?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-26780677949425389202007-08-19T04:08:00.001-03:002010-10-16T18:42:24.960-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/Rsftt2V2-EI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pN9RmCPBjlU/s1600-h/Aleister_Crowley.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100306474957469762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/Rsftt2V2-EI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pN9RmCPBjlU/s200/Aleister_Crowley.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >crowley´s home</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><br /></span></span><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >cresce capim no meu carpet<br />as cortinas escorrem pela janela<br />os rodapés sobem pelas paredes<br />o sofá é tragado pelo piso movediço<br />- outono dos lustres: caem lâmpadas<br />a estante me hipnotizou e está em posição de ataque<br />a banheira prepara o bote<br />a porta da cozinha me mastiga o estômago<br />a mesa engatinha pelo corredor<br />a cadeira saltou com os quatro pés no meu peito<br />sangue jorra pelas tomadas<br />os quadros fogem da realidade<br />saio voando pela varanda</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><em></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><em></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><em></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><em></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><em></em> </span></span></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br />édson de vulcanis & marcos prado</span></span></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-2678067794942538920?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-29846353089625266992007-08-19T03:27:00.001-03:002010-10-16T18:43:12.609-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/RsfrPWV2-DI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_q2iJMO4dw4/s1600-h/lancheira.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100303751948204082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/RsfrPWV2-DI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_q2iJMO4dw4/s200/lancheira.gif" border="0" /></a> <strong><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">saudades da lancheira</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />onde andam vocês, bolachas maria?<br />amiguinhos toddys<br />cream crackers piraquê<br />por que me abandonaram?<br />venham, duchens<br />voltem, zequinhas<br />bidu-cola, crush e mirinda<br />apareçam antes que eu morra<br />pela boca cheia de formiga<br /><br /></span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">édson de vulcanis & marcos prado</span></span></em> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-2984635308962526699?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-14307841301371954912007-05-13T20:36:00.001-03:002010-10-16T18:43:47.318-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/Rkejjl6o0zI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EwiFXjf-8i8/s1600-h/cartola.gif"><span></span><span></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064196137870218034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/Rkejjl6o0zI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EwiFXjf-8i8/s200/cartola.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >cartola </span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br />sou negro albino<br />não sou sarará<br />já fui batedor de sino<br />hoje ensino a dançar<br />também bato tambor<br />alegre faço a cuíca chorar<br />batuque é uma espécie de amor</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >samba é uma forma de amar</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span><div align="center"></div><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >édson de vulcanis & marcos prado</span></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-1430784130137195491?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-17139685298952179372007-03-11T21:01:00.001-03:002010-10-16T18:44:25.423-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/RfSyhT14GoI/AAAAAAAAADk/XrDs5cC1_tY/s1600-h/sm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040850168266103426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/RfSyhT14GoI/AAAAAAAAADk/XrDs5cC1_tY/s200/sm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >luxações<br />as manchas violáceas em meu corpo<br />escoriações<br />os vergões das chicotadas<br />mutilações<br />meu sangue pingando das suas unhas</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><em></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >édson de vulcanis & marcos prado</span></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-1713968529895217937?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-75750714756651061942007-03-11T20:51:00.002-03:002010-10-16T18:45:18.651-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/R6B38qVh63I/AAAAAAAAAJY/1OrkFat8Zcc/s1600-h/felicidade.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161257057007037298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/R6B38qVh63I/AAAAAAAAAJY/1OrkFat8Zcc/s200/felicidade.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">a felicidade bate à minha jaula</span></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br />cheguei em casa truculento<br />estripei minha mulher<br />desossei meus filhos<br />taquei fogo nos vizinhos<br />não porque sou violento<br />mas por estar carente de carinho<br /><br />acordei feliz e satisfeito<br />numa jaula cheia de companheiros<br />sem mulher, crianças e vizinhos<br />só com amor, carinho e compreensão<br />guardas, grades, cães e carcereiros<br />aqui protegem do mal meu coração<br /></span></span><p align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />édson de vulcanis & marcos prado</span></span></em></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-7575071475665106194?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-35038759145665688462007-03-03T01:55:00.001-03:002010-10-16T18:45:51.030-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/RekWBo5YkWI/AAAAAAAAADI/zurfKNwlLIk/s1600-h/alcool.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037581875604394338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/RekWBo5YkWI/AAAAAAAAADI/zurfKNwlLIk/s200/alcool.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >cãibras no sangue</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><br />hoje eu acordei em tiras<br />os olhos com formato de duas garrafas vazias<br />o vômito como morcilha de porco<br />as hematomas doendo como socos por todo o corpo<br /><br />quem vai pagar essa conta?<br /><br />beber aos litros atrai espíritos malignos<br />fui expulso de casa e olha que eu moro sozinho<br />prometo beber somente na semana que vem</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >tropeçar me cai bem</span></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br />édson de vulcanis & marcos prado</span></span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-3503875914566568846?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-20656826589183229112007-02-27T20:05:00.002-03:002010-10-16T19:01:39.523-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/ReUB3Gou7SI/AAAAAAAAACY/2gblscJKBcg/s1600-h/camel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036433804469660962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/ReUB3Gou7SI/AAAAAAAAACY/2gblscJKBcg/s320/camel.jpg" width="142" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >a canção do camelo</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><br />desse deserto conheço cada grão de areia </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >à noite me segue sempre a mesma estrela </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >você é meu oásis e minha tâmara </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >rara como brisa em flor de âmbar </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >estou vivo dentro de uma natureza morta </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >não reconheço minhas próprias pegadas</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >nem a impressão de minhas passadas passadas </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >atalhos que me trarão de volta </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >do alto, você chamusca o chão que eu piso </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >minha sombra é uma nuvem de gafanhotos</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >por esse mar arenoso eu deslizo </span></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br />a sede dos meus cantis rotos </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >bebe a areia que virou vidro<br />e eu blatero ao sol meus perdigotos!<br /><br /></span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >édson de vulcanis & marcos prado</span></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-2065682658918322911?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-14348369217443182882007-02-26T01:29:00.001-03:002010-10-16T19:05:40.933-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/ReJlhWou7RI/AAAAAAAAACM/F7SANbSJnlI/s1600-h/cocaina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035698957040151826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/ReJlhWou7RI/AAAAAAAAACM/F7SANbSJnlI/s320/cocaina.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >no fim da picada</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br />(agora que drummond virou pó)<br /><br />no fim da picada tinha um traficante<br />tinha um traficante no fim da picada<br />tinha um traficante<br />no fim da picada tinha um traficante<br /><br />nunca me esquecerei das carreiras, caminhos<br />e da vista de minhas pupilas tão dilatadas<br /><br />nunca esquecerei que no fim da picada<br />tinha um traficante<br />tinha um traficante no fim da picada</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >no fim da picada tinha um traficante </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span><div></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >édson de vulcanis & marcos prado</span></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-1434836921744318288?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-2075653862716154102007-02-26T00:16:00.001-03:002010-10-16T19:06:14.698-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/ReJXomou7PI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YzrDqj9KokI/s1600-h/anjo+da+morte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035683688431414514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/ReJXomou7PI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YzrDqj9KokI/s320/anjo+da+morte.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >anjo da morte</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><br />a morte é o último mistério da vida<br />quando você morre e não esquece de deitar<br />vira uma forma nebulosa na subida<br />que vive suspensa em qualquer lugar<br /><br />além-túmulo, existirá vida possível?<br />zumbem como moscas respostas amorfas<br />tem muita gente que ainda crê no incrível<br />dormem acordadas, sonham consigo, levantam mortas<br /><br />assombrado de estar vivo<br />a morte é um estado de espírito<br />sou o ser que quer ser redivivo </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >sozinho, morto, morto, morto, não consigo</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >édson de vulcanis & marcos prado</span></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-207565386271615410?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417306108054449767.post-50845178484448944132007-02-25T23:39:00.001-03:002010-10-16T19:06:40.858-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/ReJPt2ou7OI/AAAAAAAAABo/u-k-tZ1OBtU/s1600-h/dedos+cruzados.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035674982532705506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWW10wfP5fM/ReJPt2ou7OI/AAAAAAAAABo/u-k-tZ1OBtU/s320/dedos+cruzados.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >dedos cruzados</span></span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >se você quer ser mal humorada</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >cafajestica, cretina, falsa </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >dissimulada, pernóstica, reacionária, infeliz</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >de uma figa que eu fiz</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >pra me livrar de você</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >se você quer ser, pode ser</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >levanto teu astral estrela decadente</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >não leve a mal te querer também</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >antonio thadeu wojciechowski, edilson de grossi e édson de vulcanis</span></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417306108054449767-5084517848444894413?l=aranha-ceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ÉDSON DE VULCANIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986695236740975615noreply@blogger.com0