salto no escuro de meter medo nos olhosde meter medo a quem medo nunca sentiutentar a sorte no rio de janeirosao paulo, no mundo, aceito o desafio e o destino que e de todo nordestinoque sai de casa e que da asa ao pensamentoespaco aberto dentro do seu proprio sercuidado tempo, que e pra nao se atrapalhar o deixa chover, o deixa molharouve o que eu digo cantando esse xoteo deixa chover, o deixa molharnao for castigo, cada pingo forte salto no escuro de meter medo nos olhosde meter medo a quem medo nunca sentiutentar a sorte no rio de janeirosao paulo, no mundo, aceito o desafio e o destino que e de todo nordestinoque sai de casa e que da asa ao pensamentoespaco aberto dentro do seu proprio sercuidado tempo, que e pra nao se atrapalharZe Ramalho Hoje acordei com uma saudade-ENORME-da nossa mesa da salada madeira escuradas bordas arredondadasdo cheiro de verniz antigoe do jeito que a gente se apoiavanelapara comer(agosto-2010)imagem: Danielsan Tardamucho josiane had the habit of wetting her feet at bedtimeit was almost like an everyday obligationwetting her feet in the shower and than climbing into bedwith her feet wetbecause If josiane didn't wet her feetat night timeshe couldn't go to sleepshe would suffocatejosiane wouldn't let anything being said about her little routineany movement that would draw attention away from herselfwould upset and infuriate hereven more so if it came from marciajosiane wouldn't allow marcia to hold anything against hernot even a smile in the corner of her mouth or her eyesnot even if that smile came to flourish while sayingthat she found josiane's routine so delicious like a little sweet treatlike abeautiful idiosyncrasythat worked as a punctuationof josine's personalitythat funny habit allowed marcia to see a hidden side of josianeand everyday it caught her attentionshe was in love with josine's ritual and with the suspicious look that she would get while she watched itmarcia would hide her smile and tell herself that nobody else knewabout josine's feetbuteven if marcia's smile was hidden behind a thousand blanketsjosiane always noticed the deceptionand fought with hermarciawho had a habit of getting caught in the act of smilingit was almost like an everyday obligationto smile with the corner of her eyesand hide behind a thousand blanketsand than to be unveiled and scoldedbecause if josiane didn't fight with herat bedtimemarcia couldn't go to sleepshe would suffocate A vida e feita de espelhos. alter egosustomeu concertomeu preparomeu consertooutro ladoum atrasohesitanteefemeroauto-retratoBarbara Nunes, 2010 Essa gente pequeninaDe viagem intergalacticaVem saber nossa gramaticaOu mudar nossa doutrinaBeber nossa gasolinaQue ja e pouca demaisDesmantelar nossos caisEngrenar nossos motoresEsses discos voadoresMe preocupam demaisAstronaves tripuladasNunca dormem, nem cochilamEssas luzes que desfilamPelas altas madrugadasSera que essas armadasDas mansoes celestiaisVem aqui nos trazer pazOu aumentar nossas doresEsses discos voadoresMe preocupam demaisDa esfera marcianaDescem discos toda horaFazem pequena demoraNo meio da raca humanaTalvez queiram ver a granaDas multinacionaisQue estao botando pra trasOs nossos trabalhadoresEsses discos voadoresMe preocupam demaisSeres de outras camadasVoam num veloz transporteRussia e america do norteJa estao preocupadasSera que esses camaradasLa das bandas sideraisVem torcer por generaisOu apoiar senadoresEsses discos voadoresMe