Coreografia Saltos

Coreô do Renato Linhares que abriu a Operação Orquestra Improviso no Teatro Gláucio Gil

amor

"eu preciso dizer que te amo, te ganhar ou perder sem engano" Cazuza ( e Bebel? )

garganta rouca no vazio

um vazio tão cheio de tudo
um vazio tão repleto de telefonemas, de amigos, de oportunidades, de comunicação
um vazio tão raivoso da adolescência insistente
um vazio querendo devorar tudo o que o mundo tem pra dar
um vazio cheio de bolinhos e pães, de sorvetes e peixes
um vazio enorme esta decisão de não falar nada


e a garganta rouca da festa do final de semana.

I'll be your mirror

I find it hard to believe you don’t know the beauty you are,but if you don’t, let me be your eyes, hand to your darkness, so you don’t be afraid…

Velvet Underground

o corpo ainda é pouco

meu coração é perto
à flor da pele
meu coração bate perto
dá medo

é um troço que pulsa

eu durmo e fecho os olhos pra sonhar ( com você ).

DInossauros

Quando olho pros guindastes, penso em dinossauros, mas, conecto-os à idéia de construção e transporte.Nunca tinha parado realmente pra pensar naquelas garras, naqueles dentes, como ferramentas pra engolir alguma coisa... tenho uma certa tristeza por pensar em dinossauros. Foram extintos. Nunca tinha pensado, por exemplo, que eles poderiam ser vegetarianos... um bicho tão grande comendo só folha...mas, foram extintos...répteis enormes... Passei em botafogo e vi um dinossauro depredando um sobrado em botafogo. A vingança depois de milhões de anos... destruir suas casas, colaborar com a criação de seus prédios, depredá-los...
tá uma merda este texto.
dinossauro=guindaste=extinção=casas em botafogo

pode ser também pra abrir espaço pra um jardim, com um brinquedos alucinante de criança, tipo uma super montanha russa de bolas coloridas que mudam a trajetória conforme o peso, sobre a grama.

Back to blog

ok, I'm back to where I began. I'll keep on writing because it is good. I like reading. I love the words, so here I am again, writing. I hope someone anytime reads it...
well, that's it, a woman freaked out in front of my building this morning... it started with me listening to some screams... I have this open soul, this good ear, this eyes that see things... so I listened to her... she was screaming... and my husband said, turn on the music, ignore it, and I just can't ignore the human being... I looked at the window, I didn't find her... where was she? well, I look again, through the top f the trees - I live high - she was there laying, actually, leaning back at a police car, with a oxigened hair with dark roots, fat, she was fat, maybe sexy fat, but I don't know that part... a policeman was trying to contact someone on a mobile, she was saying something to him... she tries to stand and yellow skinnies biscuits fall like a pop waterfall from the white plastic bag that she carries... she's fat and sad, she's crasy, she's gone crasy... when a cat go up in a tree, we call the fireman, when a woman goes crasy like that, what should we do? People were watching... did she wanted to be seen like this? All she need is love, but I felt bad, I don't know, I don't love her... I could love her, if I talked to her, I don't know... I've seen a woman killing herself almost one month ago. I have this open soul, I see things, I hear things, I was an emergency nurse in another life, well I love that woman, that french woman, I do love her, only because she fell with ear rings, because she put water in her beautiful flowers before jumping... she just wanted that, she wanted that more than anything she gave a big impulse and jumped, and maybe she was happy, along that falling, for the first time in her life. oh Gosh... I love life, even feeling I could be one day that fat blond woman, or that fancy romantic one... I love life, I wish it had no end.