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sábado, 3 de maio de 2008

reflexos -de- uma- madrugada- de -insônia- conduzida -e -voluntária

Não é importante. Não chega a nenhuma conclusão. Não segue uma ordem. E não está coeso.

Portanto, pense bem antes de ler.


Na tv embaçada uma menina, de cabelos longos, canta canções de amor. A antena molda-se de forma que o conteúdo seja melhor apresentado. A tal menina é a Érika Martins. A banda, Penélope. Um show bonito. Num programa mais que especial: Bem Brasil!
Entre linhas melódicas e alguns gritos desnecessários, o show segue bem. O entretenimento já alegrava um pouco mais a noite fria.

Mas ainda iria melhorar.

Penélope era apenas a banda de abertura.
Na platéia fãs desafinados divertem-se.
Los hermanos.
A banda é apresentada.
O show começa.

Marcelo Camelo, com barba, com camisa branca-sem-listras, com vigor, com pulos, com 23 anos.

Amarante, sem barba, sem guitarra[na maioria das músicas], com piadas, com danças mais esquisitas que as mais recentes(?).

Medina, magro, com óculos, com costeleta, sem barba.

Rodrigo Barba, com barba[sim, eu fiz esse trocadilho], com vontade, com explosão, com raiva.(no bom sentido.)

A banda que acompanha com o mesmo primor de sempre.

Entre canções alternadas do 1° e 2° disco, uma versão brilhante e encantadora da já consagrada Anna Júlia. Camelo sentado no palco, acompanhado de um menininho de 4 ou 5 anos.[talvez menos]

É bacana ver que aos 23 anos Camelo já tinha em seu repertório grandes composições. Lindas letras. Lindas melodias.

A apresentação não dura muito. Porém, o suficiente para trazer belas recordações, novas fontes de esperança e mais algumas certezas.
Los hermanos, uma grande banda. Uma das maiores/melhores na minha opnião.

O programa citado é o Bem Brasil da tv cultura, mas passa também no Sesc-tv. Onde assisti.
Não tenho certeza com relação a data. Mas era uma tarde de Domingo ensolarada no sesc interlagos-SP.
Os canais com intuito educativo não agradam muito a sociedade. Infelizmente! Pois sempre tem coisa boa passando neles. Basta procurarmos direitinho.

O show já acabou. O canal já é outro. Nele passa uma série qualquer. A série é boa, mas não sei o nome. Mesmo assim contínuo assistindo. Acordado. Pensando. Rabiscando o futuro.
03h17min. Sábado. Chuva. Aula mais tarde. Fome. Calor em meio ao frio.

A tal série termina com uma linda música. Mas também não lembro o nome da mesma. No intervalo programo o filme que assistirei no Domingo. A tv sai do ar. No quarto silêncio. Na rua a chuva faz algum barulho. "Um barulinho bom"- cd da marisa monte que por acaso(?) ouvi esses dias.

03h24mim. Parar de escrever. Comer alguma coisa . Tentar dormir.
Esperança, chuva, canções.

Viver é mesmo bom.
03h27mim.

depois começa tudo de novo.

[99,9% do texto escrito na madrugada de ontem pra hoje. Foram feitas umas correções aqui e ali. Umas edições acolá. Mas é isso. ]

Falta de sono, televisão, um caderno e um lápis...

7 comentários:

Dududa disse...

Não sei se todo mundo pensa igual mas você pensa parecido comigo (o modo de escrever pensamentos) eu gosto de Los Hermanos e assisto bem brasil e assisti um dia que teve Los Hermanos, mas não lembro de Penelope, não sei se oq ue vi foram videos soltos, acho que assisti há muito tmepo atrás pois as lembranças que tenho tomam forma um pouco distantes, gostei dos seus textos, vim aqui ontem mas não comentei porque minha internet fechou de repente, táacho que já falei demais.

giii_ disse...

(Post grande pede um comentário grande!)

Penélope abrindo um show dos Los Hermanos? Não tive a sorte de assistir a isso! =/ (Meio desnecessário dizer que eu sou fã das duas bandas, né?)

E o Marcelo Camelo aos 23 já tinha belas composições. Eu com os meus 18 não tenho nada, nem composições ruins. Rss
Pra mim, Los Hermanos é sim, a maior/melhor banda da atualidade. Mesmo que eles tenham acabado, dado um tempo ou sei lá o quê. Coisa que a Penélope também fez, né? Que crise é essa que atinge as bandas, meu Deus?
Enfim, a série era em qual canal? No SBT?

Aaah, também passei a noite em claro, mas, infelizmente, eu tinha sono sim!

Gostei MUITO do texto, o fato dele 'não seguir uma ordem e não ser coeso' não o torna ruim. Muito pelo contrário, o torna mais real visto que os nossos pensamentos também são assim. (Os meus, pelo menos, são.)

Ahh, não acredito que você fez um trocadilho com a barba do Barba! ahiuehaiuehaiuae

Cheeeega que eu já falei demaaais!

(Você com os colchetes e eu com os parênteses! Rss)

=*

giii_ disse...

Haha, login errado!
Mas não é difícil deduzir que seja eu, olha o tamanho do comentário, cruzes!

Dududa disse...

(esse texto é miassobre uma personagem que sobre mim apesar de ter acontecido em partes comigo, não moro só, mas vivo de vontade de morar, rs e eu também esqueço de tudo ;~~;*)

Jonathas Iohanathan disse...

Cara, só por ser Los Hermanos já faltam palavras. O Brasil já é carente de músicos, músicas e bandas boas tal foi e é Los Hermanos. Como você mesmo disse, é incrível a qualidade do repertório, não só do Marcelo, como o do Rodrigo também. Seriam "John e Paul" do Brasil? Exagero?...

"...Deixa ser como será..."

Anônimo disse...

She took the Q-tip out of my cock and stroked my frustrated cock, she was naked and her hair was wet, she looked so hot. Soon I was close to coming and said, wow baby for a minute there I though you were really going to castrate me. She continued masturbating me and looked into my eyes. I am going to castrate you, that is the only way that I will be able to keep you in line. I want this little cock of yours to always have his head down. My cock twitched at this and she pinched the base to keep me from coming. Once I calmed down she let go of my cock. I begged please honey I will do what ever you want but please leave my balls alone. She had a scalpel in her hand, I know you will do what ever I want especially if you want to live here. To my horror she sliced down both sides of my sac and set the scalpel down. I was about to beg again but she forced the gag back into my mouth. She reached into the left side of my bag with two fingers and found my ball and pulled it out of my sac. In my position with my legs above my head when she let it go it was laying on my bent stomach next to my dripping cock. I watched as she reached in and pulled my last ball from my bag. It was strangely erotic to see my sac lay flat and empty with both my nuts laying next to my erection. Then she untied my legs from the headboard and removed the leg spreader. She was careful to make sure my naked balls didn't get stuck under my ass. Then she took both balls in her hand and held them firmly while she uncuffed my wrists. I immediately tried to remove her hand from my balls but she just applied a little pressure and I just laid there ready to accept her command. She told me to get up and held my balls as I did so. My cock was ready to explode, I was living out a fantasy and my cock had a mind of its own. She reached between my legs and switched hands on my balls. She lifted them up and I could feel the cords to my balls going up the crack of my ass as she lead me into the bathroom. She had me straddle the toilet facing the wall. Then she let my left ball go and it swung between my legs. Then she handed my some surgical thread and told me to tie off the cords to my left ball. I had read enough about castration that I knew what I was doing. I tied off one side and paused, it just could assist in my own castration. She squeezed my naked nut and told me to continue. I finished tying off the cords and she rubbed my back, that's a good boy. Then she grabbed my left ball and let my right one swing free, now the other honey. I tied off the cords and was sweating knowing that now they were ready for removal. She still had a hold of my left tied ball and reached around and started to masturbate me. As she pumped my cock my right ball was bouncing up and down like a yo yo on its cords. She pinched off my quick orgasm and giggle. You will have to wait just a little longer to let you seed go honey. Now I want you to take the scissors off the back of the toilet and place the cords to your right ball in between the blades. I hadn't even noticed the scissors. I picked them up and just held them she didn't squeeze my ball like I thought she would, she rubbed my back, come on baby you can do it. You will be so proud if you are the one who destroys your manhood. If you can't do it I will, but I think you can, you are going to be castrated one way or the other. I looked over my shoulder at her and she stood up still holding my other ball and kissed me on the cheek. I turned my head and looked down and placed the scissors into position below the ties to sever my ball from my body. She reached around and was rubbing my pre come into the head of my cock. Then she whispered do it now and with out thinking I squeezed the handle on the scissors and snipped off my ball and watched it splash into the toilet bowl and float to the bottom. I couldn't believe it I actually cut off my own ball. My cock was about to explode again and I pinched off my own orgasm this time I wanted to wait until the final cut before I came. I felt a pin prick in my ass and looked back to see my wife pulling a needle out of my cheek. She smiled just a little something to help you relax. What ever it was it was making my back and neck feel warm. She switched hands on my ball again so she was standing in front of me holding my last ball out to be cut off. Now I'm going to let you ball go so we can watch it fall into the toilet when it is cut off, if you try to move away or run I'll grab it and tear it off is that understood. I nodded yes and she let it swing free, she looked at me you know what to do honey. I nodded and placed the scissors into position again and with my free hand started masturbating she moved my hand way and told me to cut it first then have your last come. My heart was racing my cock was hard, I looked at my wife, cut it off now put your little cock to sleep for the rest of your life. I looked down and snipped it off and watched it join its brother at the bottom of the toilet. Both sets of cords had snapped back inside my empty sac now that the weight had been removed. My wife was rubbing my back and said go ahead honey beat your little cock off before it is to late. I took hold of my cock and watched my empty bag flop around and I beat my meat. Then as I was approaching what was sure to be the best orgasm of my life I felt the heat from the shot she had given me warm up my legs and was traveling up and soon hit my pubic area and stomach then my face. I felt flush and looked at my wife. She was smiling, that was a heavy dose of female hormones I gave you, I wanted to make sure that your cock would never raise his head again. You better hurry and come while you still can. I must of looked funny masturbating so fast, she was giggling. I was close to coming again when suddenly my cock started to go flaccid. I wanted to come so bad I kept at it but my cock kind of felt numb and I couldn't get it to fire off. After about 3 minutes I had gone completely limp, my last orgasm denied me forever. I sat on the edge of the tub looking depressed as my wife sewed up my empty sac. She had me make her breakfast naked and I continually looked down at my sleeping cock and empty droopy sac
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Anônimo disse...

necessario verificar:)