tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90879101852100441132012-02-16T14:03:01.826Zscribblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10251742274125087896noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087910185210044113.post-67266156148536733522009-02-02T02:43:00.001Z2009-02-02T02:45:11.981Zsou pré de mim<br />mesma<br />nem escrevo o que pré<br />-sou<br />porque sou pré<br />-escrita,<br />pró<br />-escrita,<br />proscrita?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087910185210044113-6726615614853673352?l=women-scribbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>scribblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10251742274125087896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087910185210044113.post-62765023045955524142008-03-30T13:13:00.002+01:002008-03-30T13:21:03.219+01:00A partir de Virginia Woolf<br /><br /><br /><br />Ju disse<br />se<br />a lua tem buracos <br />e os buracos das meias são meias luas<br />há que cozer livros nas meias luas dos buracos das meias<br />ler nos buracos <br />e com olhos de cães de água dançar por de dentro da saia de interior<br />da menina dos olhos<br />que contas tu?<br /><br />Ju disse se<br />meia louca à porta do palco<br />ventre lua de meias aos buracos<br />quase se<br />e<br />(e)mudeceu<br />se<br /><br /><br /><br /><em>in</em> http://3aranhicas.blogspot.com/<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087910185210044113-6276502304595552414?l=women-scribbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>scribblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10251742274125087896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087910185210044113.post-525948229963698252008-03-29T04:02:00.007Z2008-03-29T04:20:48.619Z"To begin with, I ran my eye up and down the page."<br /><br />atravessado o cimento<br />há um pórtico francês e as chávenas de plumas e arco-íris<br />e a menta em asas de barro com pássaros de fogo.<br />olfactiva mesa onde se degusta as ervas amargas<br />e o discurso - a cripta.<br /><em>Libertaram a verba?</em><br /><em>Útero!, </em>diz a Salomé. <br />é que na corda há folhas amarelas vivas a balançar contra o vidro.<br /><em>aranhiça.aranhiças.</em><br /><em>há ali um livro com o título: Language.</em><br />E é como se Woolf belíssima até à última gota!<br /><br />"So I tried a sentence or two on my tongue." <br /><em></em><br /><br />(Virginia Adeline Woolf - January 25, 1882 – March 28, 1941)<br /><br />scribbler duende<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087910185210044113-52594822996369825?l=women-scribbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>scribblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10251742274125087896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087910185210044113.post-10742638914047411562008-03-29T02:39:00.005Z2008-03-29T03:21:40.038Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9SlGfnqZl8/R-20vBvzkoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnlGnRkw0jI/s1600-h/fountain_pen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9SlGfnqZl8/R-20vBvzkoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnlGnRkw0jI/s400/fountain_pen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182997466189107842" /></a><br />"My hand delights to trace unusual things,<br />And deviates from the known and common way,<br />Nor will in fading silks compose,<br />Faintly the inimitable rose."<br /><br />Virginia Woolf, <em>A Room of One's Own</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087910185210044113-1074263891404741156?l=women-scribbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>scribblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10251742274125087896noreply@blogger.com0