tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63215144449799791612024-03-13T00:30:18.546-07:00Tico CurtoHenrique Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01396128973599099623noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321514444979979161.post-57494122379951836952010-07-01T11:28:00.001-07:002010-07-01T11:28:18.687-07:00<object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12622016&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12622016&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/12622016">"The Music Scene"</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user2405345">Anthony Francisco Schepperd</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Henrique Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01396128973599099623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321514444979979161.post-11561638230571183362010-03-30T05:52:00.001-07:002010-03-30T05:52:44.259-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDAEBp9pB9WAHpMlN93-c02Kq1xqBCZwr2pYR9Os9U0cfubNI4kfYrRAdpFVpEha2Wfq5Y9C_iJYbLgEKmVVf-QS85tZS1Vzj_H-GsLyTMwzexIPyOGp-8XqsunYIly-NUHo4vVJjwCjU/s1600/runaway.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDAEBp9pB9WAHpMlN93-c02Kq1xqBCZwr2pYR9Os9U0cfubNI4kfYrRAdpFVpEha2Wfq5Y9C_iJYbLgEKmVVf-QS85tZS1Vzj_H-GsLyTMwzexIPyOGp-8XqsunYIly-NUHo4vVJjwCjU/s400/runaway.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454409007167552690" border="0" /></a>Henrique Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01396128973599099623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321514444979979161.post-41114730047284803802010-03-29T04:49:00.000-07:002010-03-29T04:51:07.410-07:00no more slavery no more pain no more sorrow<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQ6XCy0sxrQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQ6XCy0sxrQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Henrique Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01396128973599099623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321514444979979161.post-24559953077387749022009-07-20T07:27:00.000-07:002010-03-29T04:48:41.212-07:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNStVlJWy88&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNStVlJWy88&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Henrique Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01396128973599099623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321514444979979161.post-79725905487221218202008-09-04T08:03:00.001-07:002008-09-04T08:03:22.545-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjroNAsXw2rimp25wB04O_cj4piQ7LpnO3_nN7MVAJ-PVr-IfBQlem0PDXoPeRbo5WN1_V4NArSlVpNMLuIeIy6nc1N28xgLQPj0kXKrnDV5RuNMVcZJf6sILz2vPpUYXs0_mLOuk8QaNI/s1600-h/KingShaka.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjroNAsXw2rimp25wB04O_cj4piQ7LpnO3_nN7MVAJ-PVr-IfBQlem0PDXoPeRbo5WN1_V4NArSlVpNMLuIeIy6nc1N28xgLQPj0kXKrnDV5RuNMVcZJf6sILz2vPpUYXs0_mLOuk8QaNI/s400/KingShaka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242181944274568610" border="0" /></a>Henrique Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01396128973599099623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321514444979979161.post-37775102396612186462008-09-02T10:23:00.000-07:002012-11-05T10:43:40.733-08:00CianuretoÁgua-viva!<br />
Labaredas cardíacas<br />
e<br />
estrias abissais<br />
dançam a queimadura original<br />
<br />
Pulso lençol!<br />
Fino brilho,<br />
O lapso do arco-íris<br />
fissura o vaso Ming<br />
Aurora mangas e flamboyants<br />
<br />
Água-viva!<br />
Gemido Hi-Fi,<br />
As quelas de Oiá<br />
As marés de Iemanjá<br />
floriram pra mim o teu nome,<br />
tuas mil pétalas...<br />
<br />
Água-viva!<br />
Djinn,<br />
Tsunami,<br />
Nacos de dia caem pela noite em teu nome<br />
Espumam de rebotes os cavalos<br />
<br />
Água-viva!<br />
Carne e osso,<br />
Tu...<br />
Teus gestos fazem de mim a ponta do Iceberg<br />
o Magma trancado na tua chave<br />
<br />
Água-viva!<br />
Monolito,<br />
Brinquedo,<br />
Há placa que aplaca teu conceito?<br />
Perco ou ganho o teu jogo?<br />
Posso plantar no jardim do teu peito?<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0wGinivc2bPeTW7y62EabQf4cCNIzsVHluU-TeBTRjG1rEoWNjJt77FIfh6ng2gR-Sn-AsW_Zw2AwbeagKKcEpRgrO-8k6Rh1V3CuuGhxnelz3zB2Fl_yNHUpo9lPp64iqR2UAt0354/s1600-h/jellyfish.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280791314113582706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0wGinivc2bPeTW7y62EabQf4cCNIzsVHluU-TeBTRjG1rEoWNjJt77FIfh6ng2gR-Sn-AsW_Zw2AwbeagKKcEpRgrO-8k6Rh1V3CuuGhxnelz3zB2Fl_yNHUpo9lPp64iqR2UAt0354/s400/jellyfish.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 286px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Henrique Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01396128973599099623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321514444979979161.post-13596174118852483542008-09-02T10:18:00.000-07:002008-09-02T10:22:47.737-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQavedtz8s1Zm2IStYXtmLnmXC-nnEdjM4S5itg1bm9N-b9Tesq5YU_5BjWsAANt7Frg0f-GnD2X0lUeR7lwcE34Ecy7CYCnxidAq-yQnuj-61PBKdTgiKJCA-D00E4FcspYEYt0nXtT0/s1600-h/estrela.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQavedtz8s1Zm2IStYXtmLnmXC-nnEdjM4S5itg1bm9N-b9Tesq5YU_5BjWsAANt7Frg0f-GnD2X0lUeR7lwcE34Ecy7CYCnxidAq-yQnuj-61PBKdTgiKJCA-D00E4FcspYEYt0nXtT0/s400/estrela.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241475567170689602" border="0" /></a>Henrique Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01396128973599099623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321514444979979161.post-91090327224429707942008-09-02T10:03:00.000-07:002008-09-02T10:11:22.161-07:00Por que escrever?...Escrevemos a partir de uma necessidade de comunicação e de comunhão com os demais, para denunciar o que dói e compartilhar o que dá alegria. Escrevemos contra a nossa própria solidão e a solidão dos outros. Supomos que a literatura transmite conhecimento e atua sobre a linguagem e a conduta de quem a recebe; que nos ajuda a conhecer-nos melhor para salvar-nos juntos. Mas "os demais" e "os outros" são termos demasiado vagos; e em tempos de crise, tempos de definição, a ambigüidade pode se parecer demais à mentira. Escrevemos, na realidade, para as pessoas com cuja sorte, ou azar, nos sentimos identificados. Os que comem mal, os que dormem mal, os rebeldes e humilhados desta terra, e a maioria deles não sabe ler. Entre a minoria que sabe, quantos dispõem de dinheiro para comprar livros? Pode-se resolver esta contradição proclamando que escrevemos para essa cômoda abstração chamada "massa"?...<br /><br />- Eduardo GaleanoHenrique Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01396128973599099623noreply@blogger.com0