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Re: Tanto Tempo


Roberta:

Are you brazilian? Como estas? Here, in this contry, almost nothing is =
new... The writers, the painters, the movie makers that the majority of the=
public know, are always the same... Well, there are great concerts of musi=
c in did.. Dave Douglas come to Leiria, in the next 17 of October and, two=
years ago, i have saw Pascal Comelade, Elliot Sharp, Fred Frith and John Z=
orn. About your question, Bebel Gilberto is almost unknoun here... Tanto Te=
mpo album solded very litlle. But pepole had listening in the radio, the tr=
ack "so nice", because this particular tune, was divulged by a brazilian so=
ap! But, if you ask to a portuguese, who is Joao Gilberto, the father of =
Bebel, everybody know him, as the others classical names of Bossa Nova, lik=
e Caetano or her sister, Betania, Chico Buarque or Gilberto Gil! By the w=
ay, my favourite of the brazilian musicians, actually, is Amon Tobin (Cuj=
o).
About portuguese musicians, we have Nuno Rebelo (he was the mentor of M=
ler If Dada), a great composer, Carlos Zingaro that live in France (he had =
worked with Laurie Anderson, for exemple) and Jazz musicians, like Barretto=
or Maria Joao and Mario Laginha. I recomend to you, to listening the n=
ew work of Carlos Zingaro, "Cage of Sand."

See you soon, adeus!

Joao Pedro
oliveirapereira1@sapo.pt
----- Original Message -----
From: Roberta Lage
To: Joao_Pedro
Sent: Friday, September 27, 2002 5:01 AM
Subject: Re: RHIZOME_RAW: 51st STATE OF AMERICA

Hey Are you talking from Portugal??

Tell me what's new there? Is Bebel Gilberto famous there?

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DISCUSSION

Re: 51st STATE OF AMERICA


Hi, furtherfield!

Ten years ago, in 21 of August of 1992, i had a amazing experience in the=
Montemor Velho castle. In that night, i saw a live performence of Test Dep=
t! Introducing the show, the music of Arvo Part and the track "miserere".=
Than, in the walls of this monumental and medieval castle, was projected f=
ilms about war, black and white films about arabes, the cristian cruzades a=
nd so one, when the castle almost setting fire, with many stakes, pyres tha=
t burning in the merlons of the castle. Of course, it was just a performenc=
e, included in the CITEMOR 92 activities. During that time, the percussions=
played "current affairs", "Legacy" and so one... It was a apocalyptic, pol=
itical, industrial and dancing experience, a very intense one... I will nev=
er forget, principally, the speech, the strong words accompanying this meta=
l sounds, terrible order words, like "Long live Saddam Hussein", accusation=
s, blasphemys, with voices samples of George Bush, John Major and Margareth=
Thatcher!
Today, i don't listening industrial music any more! Now, i prefer jazz,=
contemporary classica (Ligeti, Boulez, Luigi Nono) or jazz fusion with hip=
-hop, like Cinematic Orchestra or Yesterday's New Quintet, but, there's a e=
xception: "The Unacceptable Face of Freedom" Test Dept. album. This particu=
lary work, still have such actuality and is so strong (the impressive "51st=
STATE OF AMERICA", or the manifesto against police brutality that is "STAT=
EMENT") that i have this CD, always near of my computer desk. In fact, in t=
his very moment, when i write this post, i'm listening the "FIST" track.

Best regards:

Joao Pedro
oliveirapereira1@sapo.pt

----- Original Message -----
From: furtherfield
To: -IID42 Kandinskij @27+
Cc: list@rhizome.org
Sent: Thursday, September 26, 2002 11:13 AM
Subject: Re: RHIZOME_RAW: Hitler project

mmm,

The article that goes with this event...
The Unacceptable Face of Freedom
'No, not an article on Test Dept., for those of you who expected such a t=
hing! Instead, inspired by Thee Grey Wolves, I'd like to take a look at fas=
cist imagery in "industrial" and experimental music'. http://www.hyperre=
al.org/intersection/zines/est/articles/freedom.html

The link between fascist/fetish, street urban wear & Industrial music is =
a strange dichotomy. I myself in my younger years was partial to wearing al=
l black with chic fascistic style, overtones. It is also pretty hot in the =
homo-erotic camp. My brother after he came out of borstal, was a skinhead o=
r suedehead. I was into Throbbing Gristle, Liabach and all that stuff, with=
a more punky element. I remember sitting on a train after visiting London =
going back Southend, about to bunk on a Barking tube link after having figh=
ts on the streets of London against 'NF' backed skinheads at an anti-nazi r=
ally. On the same train there were a few skinheads all dressed in black, wi=
th them was a certain now very well known Gary Bushel who was then respecte=
d by most racist skinheads.

They started picking on some black people sitting on the tube who were or=
iginally just minding their own business, Gary Bushel was egging them on al=
l the way. Our small gang then attacked the fascist skinheads and gave them=
a good hiding, at the next stop we all got arrested and piled into the sam=
e police van. The police (because I looked similar) asked if I was with the=
skinheads, I said no, I'm not sure if they believed me though. I had a ski=
nhead type haircut but more spikey red yet It got me thinking about how car=
eful one should dress after that. Now dress code or urban wear is not such =
a significant 'signifier' in repsect of delcaring your beliefs or clan or i=
dentity. After questioning my many blindspots which included not taking per=
sonal resposibility for my masculinity, I long ago dropped being part of a =
gang, for I realised that mob rule was too easy manipulated by mini despots=
.

I have always been into what is now teremd as 'Darkwave' but with a new w=
ave edge such as Recoil who I think are a pretty kool band - music that com=
es from an industrial genre. Of course into many other noise expounders als=
o such as the Fall. Although urban culture seems to be not so dynamic these=
days with a lot of music being propogated by money crunching record compan=
ies, trying to kill off independent music. I also have a problem with Stuar=
t Home and his fascist leanings and connexions with skinhead culture. Plus =
all his avantgarde books seem to be about him alone and how he has started =
every movement under the sun.

This also brings me back to a poem by Syvia Plath (I respect her work a l=
ot)

Imagery in Sylvia Plath's "Daddy"
Sylvia Plath once said that "Daddy" is about a girl with an Electra compl=
ex. The speaker of the poem has lost her father at age ten, at a time when =
she still adored him unconditionally, then she gradually realizes the oppre=
ssing dominance of the father, and compares him to a nazi, a devil, and a v=
ampire. She cannot deal with his death and has to get over the love-hatred =
and the images that haunt her. After an attempted suicide she marries man a=
s domineering as her father, and leads a short and painful marriage.
http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Studios/8984/daddy.htm
marc

> And this also:
>
> GOD BLAST AMERICA!
>
> SAT 09.28.02 - DAY TWO
>
> Doors open at 12 midnight [that's late Saturday night - please note that
> some
> other bands not connected with the festival are playing from 8pm - midn=
ight]
>
> 12:45am CON-DOM
> 1:45am BOCKSHOLM [featuring LINA BABY DOLL of DEUTSCH NEPAL and PETER
> ANDERSSON of RAISON D'ETRE]
> 2:45am GENOCIDE ORGAN
>
> @ NORTH 6 / 66 N 6th ST / BROOKLYN, NY / USA
> http://www.northsix.com/
>
> $20/day or $50/3-day pass in advance
> $22 at the door
> 18+ ID Required
>
> Advance tickets and 3-day passes are available only until 10am Thursday=
9/26
> from http://www.tesco-distro.com/god/blast/america/tickets.html
>
> DJs noiseindex, SNC, Peter Lee, Leech and 14f13
>
> video projection by Eastern Extermination Company
>
> vending by:
>
> TESCO USA
> FORCE OF NATURE PRODUCTIONS
> ANNIHILVS
> MALIGNANT RECORDS
> CYCLIC LAW
>
>
>
>
> + Barbarians at the XOR-gate
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RHIZOME RAW: The Deep Black Ground of Things


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Fw: RHIZOME RAW: The Night of the Thousand Days


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Like Proust said, each thing have a resonance charge that evoke a new=
impression, a invented life or a memory of the life that never happened, f=
ragments of the night, a seminal indicium of thousand days, forever losted.

They bent below their bodies, doubled and duplicated in two sexes, ea=
ch one with two legs, two arms, two ears, hearing the moan of the bodies, =
drawing in their breath, quick inhaling life, suck and pushing, chest agai=
nst breast, the niple of the breast, hidden for the back of the neck, wrun=
g in the shoulders and the heads, sticking the lips, yeilding to each other=
, hearing the lips rustling, narrowed by the heads, contracting in their mo=
uths, the words that doubled and duplicated this stranges beings, everyone =
of them, hidden in a fold of the sheet, wrinkled like the coverlet, in the=
bed feet, discovering the lower sheet, where a man and a woman, like two=
man-folds, wrapping together in this opened bed, a furniture of wood, w=
ith a matress of hair and a skin counterpane, sewed together with a imperc=
eptible joint, engajed in two lifes, in a finedrawing of a imperceptibles t=
hings, like the patchwork coverlet, creased in their feet, fallen down from=
the sleeping bed, for a man and a women playing the devil, making the sev=
en and benumbed sevenfolds into this game, the same number that amount the=
ir clothes, excepting the shoes, making up of the dressing pieces among the=
floor.
Piece number one: a pair of blue jeans.
Piece number two: a pair of trousers in black cotton.
Piece number three: a sleeves jeans shirt.
Piece number four: a blouse in black cotton.
Piece number five: a pair of red boxers.
Piece number six: a pair of black panties.
Piece number seven: a black brassiere.
The city bustle was a billow sound, a lengthening rumor, repeating =
and widening in the distance, like a deaf noise, flowed into the house, dra=
wning that lovers in a billow of pleasure, a lullaby city song, a huge s=
ea of traffic that came and went, rippling in a wave of signes, the secre=
ts that they said to eachother, like the desire of them, was far from ther=
e, outside to the bedroom and what induced the bodies, the limbs, the finge=
rs, the movement of each hand, that attracted every mouth and sex, derived =
from a complex body, dissemineted in a infinity of things, in circunstancia=
l transit that they was, in a world which remained only a echo, diffuse on =
the billow of the noises and detached from this ground wave, it risen until=
leave, in a fraction of a second, the speed up of a motor-car, the creaky =
brakes of a city bus, the squeak of the children, playing in the street, a=
hydraulic lorry discharge, doing tremble the compartment and all the thing=
s in the house.
The water glass, the picture frame, the shade of the lamp in the be=
dside table, the ashtray, the lighter, the pencil and the clippings box in =
the writing table, the bookcase, the wardrobe door, the umbrella stand, th=
e looking glass on the wall, upon the chest of drawers, on the left side of=
the bed, between whiles and chinks, by bad practices, they touching, kissi=
ng, fucking and when they stoped, was because the influx of something, su=
ddenly ceased her effect, but when they satarting again, was by unknoun ind=
ustry, moved by some craft or a artifice that making the bodies, beginning =
again their function, switched on by a vibratory secret in that walls and t=
he bedroom, was a worldly resonance box, stimulating on the spot, the ear =
laps, the mouth lips, the tip tongues, tools of precision, cutting, switchi=
ng off the noise, of the wave sound that repeating, the same rumor of desir=
e, constructed in the distant city, by the ambulance sirens, the blowing si=
gnals of the trains, the horns of some vehicles, a train wheels on the far=
railroad, rumbling on a groan of pleasure, insinuating on the bedroom, a h=
ollow sounding of a busy factory, announced a turn change, in the productiv=
e cycle, in continued act, pumping the muscle of the heart, flux that perfo=
rmed the bodies, simply a pair of pistons, which was their limbs, only bei=
ng useful to ignite, the chemical combustion of the passion, and what's goi=
ng on, upon the boundaries of the world, burned in the lovers transporting=
, overwhelming desire that they attached, and the strange things that apart=
ed them, in Venus Actus has being consumed, forever destroyed.

In: "A Noite dos Mil Dias", pp. 288, 289

Joao Pedro
oliveirapereira1@sapo.pt
http://oliveirapereira1.no.sapo.pt

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<DIV><BR></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Like Proust said, eac=
h thing
have a&nbsp;resonance charge&nbsp;that evoke a new impression, a invented=
life
or a memory of&nbsp;the life that never happened, fragments of the night,=

a&nbsp;seminal indicium of thousand days, forever losted.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT>&nbsp;</DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <FONT face="Book An=
tiqua">They
bent below their bodies, doubled and duplicated in two sexes, each one wi=
th
two legs,&nbsp;two arms,&nbsp; two ears, hearing the moan of the
bodies,&nbsp;drawing in their breath,&nbsp; quick inhaling life, suck and=

pushing,&nbsp;chest against breast, the niple of the breast, hidden
for&nbsp;the back of the neck,&nbsp;&nbsp;wrung in&nbsp;the shoulders and=
the
heads, sticking&nbsp;the lips, yeilding to each other, hearing the lips=

rustling, narrowed by the&nbsp;heads, contracting in their mouths, the wo=
rds
that doubled and duplicated this stranges beings, everyone of them,
&nbsp;hidden in a fold of the sheet, wrinkled like the coverlet, in the b=
ed
feet, discovering the&nbsp;lower &nbsp;sheet,&nbsp; where&nbsp;a man
and&nbsp;a woman, like&nbsp;two man-folds, &nbsp;wrapping
together&nbsp;&nbsp;in this&nbsp;opened bed, &nbsp;a furniture of
wood,&nbsp;with&nbsp;a matress of hair and a skin counterpane,&nbsp; sewe=
d
together with a imperceptible joint,&nbsp;engajed in two lifes, in a
finedrawing of a imperceptibles things, like the patchwork
coverlet,&nbsp;creased in their feet,&nbsp;fallen down&nbsp;from
the&nbsp;sleeping bed, &nbsp;for a man and a women playing the devil, mak=
ing
the seven and&nbsp;benumbed sevenfolds into this&nbsp;game, &nbsp;the sam=
e
number that amount their clothes, excepting the shoes, making up&nbsp;of =
the
dressing pieces among the floor.</FONT></FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><FONT
face="Book Antiqua">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Piece number one: a =
pair of
blue jeans.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</FONT></FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<FONT
face="Book Antiqua"> Piece number two: a pair of trousers in black
cotton.</FONT></FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Book Antiqua" size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; =
Piece
number three: a sleeves jeans shirt.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Book Antiqua" size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; =
Piece
number four: a blouse in black cotton.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Book Antiqua" size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; =
Piece
number five: a pair of red boxers.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Book Antiqua" size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; =
Piece
number six: a pair of black panties.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Book Antiqua" size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; =
Piece
number seven: a black brassiere.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Book Antiqua" size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; =
The city
bustle was a billow sound, a lengthening rumor, repeating
and&nbsp;widening&nbsp;in the distance,&nbsp;like a&nbsp;deaf noise, flow=
ed
into the&nbsp;house, drawning&nbsp;that lovers&nbsp;in a billow of pleasu=
re,
&nbsp;a lullaby &nbsp;city song,&nbsp; a&nbsp;huge sea of traffic that
came&nbsp;and went,&nbsp; rippling in a wave of signes, &nbsp;the
secrets&nbsp;that they said to eachother,&nbsp; like the desire of them, =
was
far from there, outside&nbsp;to the bedroom and what induced the bodies, =
the
limbs, the fingers, the movement of each hand, that&nbsp;attracted every =
mouth
and sex, derived from a complex body, dissemineted&nbsp;in a infinity of=

things, in circunstancial transit that they was, in a
world&nbsp;which&nbsp;remained only a echo, diffuse&nbsp;on the billow of=
the
noises and&nbsp;detached from this ground wave,&nbsp;it risen&nbsp;until=

leave, in a fraction of a second, the&nbsp;speed up of&nbsp;a motor-car,=

the&nbsp;creaky brakes of a city bus, the squeak of the children,&nbsp;=

playing in the street,&nbsp;a hydraulic&nbsp;lorry discharge,&nbsp;doing=

tremble the compartment and all the things in the house.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Book Antiqua" size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The wa=
ter
glass, &nbsp;the&nbsp;picture frame, the shade of the lamp in the bedside=

table, the ashtray, the lighter, the pencil and the clippings box&nbsp;in=
the
writing table, the bookcase, the&nbsp; wardrobe&nbsp;door, the
umbrella&nbsp;stand, the looking glass on the wall, upon the chest of
drawers,&nbsp;on the&nbsp;left side of the bed,&nbsp;between whiles and=

chinks, by&nbsp;bad practices, they touching, kissing, fucking and&nbsp;w=
hen
they stoped, was&nbsp;because &nbsp;the influx of something,&nbsp;
suddenly&nbsp;ceased her effect, but when they satarting again,&nbsp;was =
by
unknoun industry, moved by some craft or a artifice that making the bodie=
s,
beginning again their function, switched on by&nbsp;a vibratory&nbsp;secr=
et
in&nbsp;that&nbsp;walls and the bedroom,&nbsp;was a worldly resonance box=
,
stimulating on the spot,&nbsp; the ear laps,&nbsp;the mouth lips, the tip=

tongues,&nbsp;tools of precision, cutting,&nbsp;switching off the noise, =
of
the wave sound&nbsp;that repeating, the same rumor of desire, constructed=
in
the distant city,&nbsp;by&nbsp;the ambulance sirens, the&nbsp;blowing sig=
nals
of the trains, the horns of some vehicles,&nbsp;&nbsp;a train wheels
on&nbsp;the far railroad, rumbling on a groan of pleasure, insinuating
on&nbsp;the bedroom, a hollow sounding of a busy factory, announced&nbsp;=
a
turn change, in the productive cycle, in continued act,&nbsp;pumping&nbsp=
;the
muscle of the heart, flux that&nbsp;performed&nbsp;&nbsp;the bodies,
simply&nbsp;a&nbsp;pair of pistons,&nbsp;which was their&nbsp;limbs,&nbsp=
;only
being useful to ignite,&nbsp;the chemical combustion of the passion, and=

what's going on, upon&nbsp;the&nbsp;boundaries of the&nbsp;world, burned=

in&nbsp;the &nbsp;lovers transporting, overwhelming desire&nbsp;that they=

attached, and the strange things that aparted them, in Venus Actus has be=
ing
consumed,&nbsp; forever destroyed.</FONT></DIV>
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RHIZOME RAW: The Night of the Thousand Days


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Like Proust said, each thing have a resonance charge that evoke a new=
impression, a invented life or a memory of the life that never happened, f=
ragments of the night, a seminal indicium of thousand days, forever losted.

They bent below their bodies, doubled and duplicated in two sexes, ea=
ch one with two legs, two arms, two ears, hearing the moan of the bodies, =
drawing in their breath, quick inhaling life, suck and pushing, chest agai=
nst breast, the niple of the breast, hidden for the back of the neck, wrun=
g in the shoulders and the heads, sticking the lips, yeilding to each other=
, hearing the lips rustling, narrowed by the heads, contracting in their mo=
uths, the words that doubled and duplicated this stranges beings, everyone =
of them, hidden in a fold of the sheet, wrinkled like the coverlet, in the=
bed feet, discovering the lower sheet, where a man and a woman, like two=
man-folds, wrapping together in this opened bed, a furniture of wood, w=
ith a matress of hair and a skin counterpane, sewed together with a imperc=
eptible joint, engajed in two lifes, in a finedrawing of a imperceptibles t=
hings, like the patchwork coverlet, creased in their feet, fallen down from=
the sleeping bed, for a man and a women playing the devil, making the sev=
en and benumbed sevenfolds into this game, the same number that amount the=
ir clothes, excepting the shoes, making up of the dressing pieces among the=
floor.
Piece number one: a pair of blue jeans.
Piece number two: a pair of trousers in black cotton.
Piece number three: a sleeves jeans shirt.
Piece number four: a blouse in black cotton.
Piece number five: a pair of red boxers.
Piece number six: a pair of black panties.
Piece number seven: a black brassiere.
The city bustle was a billow sound, a lengthening rumor, repeating =
and widening in the distance, like a deaf noise, flowed into the house, dra=
wning that lovers in a billow of pleasure, a lullaby city song, a huge s=
ea of traffic that came and went, rippling in a wave of signes, the secre=
ts that they said to eachother, like the desire of them, was far from ther=
e, outside to the bedroom and what induced the bodies, the limbs, the finge=
rs, the movement of each hand, that attracted every mouth and sex, derived =
from a complex body, dissemineted in a infinity of things, in circunstancia=
l transit that they was, in a world which remained only a echo, diffuse on =
the billow of the noises and detached from this ground wave, it risen until=
leave, in a fraction of a second, the speed up of a motor-car, the creaky =
brakes of a city bus, the squeak of the children, playing in the street, a=
hydraulic lorry discharge, doing tremble the compartment and all the thing=
s in the house.
The water glass, the picture frame, the shade of the lamp in the be=
dside table, the ashtray, the lighter, the pencil and the clippings box in =
the writing table, the bookcase, the wardrobe door, the umbrella stand, th=
e looking glass on the wall, upon the chest of drawers, on the left side of=
the bed, between whiles and chinks, by bad practices, they touching, kissi=
ng, fucking and when they stoped, was because the influx of something, su=
ddenly ceased her effect, but when they satarting again, was by unknoun ind=
ustry, moved by some craft or a artifice that making the bodies, beginning =
again their function, switched on by a vibratory secret in that walls and t=
he bedroom, was a worldly resonance box, stimulating on the spot, the ear =
laps, the mouth lips, the tip tongues, tools of precision, cutting, switchi=
ng off the noise, of the wave sound that repeating, the same rumor of desir=
e, constructed in the distant city, by the ambulance sirens, the blowing si=
gnals of the trains, the horns of some vehicles, a train wheels on the far=
railroad, rumbling on a groan of pleasure, insinuating on the bedroom, a h=
ollow sounding of a busy factory, announced a turn change, in the productiv=
e cycle, in continued act, pumping the muscle of the heart, flux that perfo=
rmed the bodies, simply a pair of pistons, which was their limbs, only bei=
ng useful to ignite, the chemical combustion of the passion, and what's goi=
ng on, upon the boundaries of the world, burned in the lovers transporting=
, overwhelming desire that they attached, and the strange things that apart=
ed them, in Venus Actus has being consumed, forever destroyed.

In: "A Noite dos Mil Dias", pp. 288, 289

Joao Pedro
oliveirapereira1@sapo.pt
http://oliveirapereira1.no.sapo.pt

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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Like Proust said, eac=
h thing
have a&nbsp;resonance charge&nbsp;that evoke a new impression, a invented=
life
or a memory of&nbsp;the life that never happened, fragments of the night,=

a&nbsp;seminal indicium of thousand days, forever losted.</FONT></DIV>
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tiqua">They
bent below their bodies, doubled and duplicated in two sexes, each one wi=
th
two legs,&nbsp;two arms,&nbsp; two ears, hearing the moan of the
bodies,&nbsp;drawing in their breath,&nbsp; quick inhaling life, suck and=

pushing,&nbsp;chest against breast, the niple of the breast, hidden
for&nbsp;the back of the neck,&nbsp;&nbsp;wrung in&nbsp;the shoulders and=
the
heads, sticking&nbsp;the lips, yeilding to each other, hearing the lips=

rustling, narrowed by the&nbsp;heads, contracting in their mouths, the wo=
rds
that doubled and duplicated this stranges beings, everyone of them,
&nbsp;hidden in a fold of the sheet, wrinkled like the coverlet, in the b=
ed
feet, discovering the&nbsp;lower &nbsp;sheet,&nbsp; where&nbsp;a man
and&nbsp;a woman, like&nbsp;two man-folds, &nbsp;wrapping
together&nbsp;&nbsp;in this&nbsp;opened bed, &nbsp;a furniture of
wood,&nbsp;with&nbsp;a matress of hair and a skin counterpane,&nbsp; sewe=
d
together with a imperceptible joint,&nbsp;engajed in two lifes, in a
finedrawing of a imperceptibles things, like the patchwork
coverlet,&nbsp;creased in their feet,&nbsp;fallen down&nbsp;from
the&nbsp;sleeping bed, &nbsp;for a man and a women playing the devil, mak=
ing
the seven and&nbsp;benumbed sevenfolds into this&nbsp;game, &nbsp;the sam=
e
number that amount their clothes, excepting the shoes, making up&nbsp;of =
the
dressing pieces among the floor.</FONT></FONT></DIV>
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face="Book Antiqua">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Piece number one: a =
pair of
blue jeans.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</FONT></FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<FONT
face="Book Antiqua"> Piece number two: a pair of trousers in black
cotton.</FONT></FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Book Antiqua" size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; =
Piece
number three: a sleeves jeans shirt.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Book Antiqua" size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; =
Piece
number four: a blouse in black cotton.</FONT></DIV>
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Piece
number five: a pair of red boxers.</FONT></DIV>
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Piece
number six: a pair of black panties.</FONT></DIV>
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Piece
number seven: a black brassiere.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Book Antiqua" size=2>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; =
The city
bustle was a billow sound, a lengthening rumor, repeating
and&nbsp;widening&nbsp;in the distance,&nbsp;like a&nbsp;deaf noise, flow=
ed
into the&nbsp;house, drawning&nbsp;that lovers&nbsp;in a billow of pleasu=
re,
&nbsp;a lullaby &nbsp;city song,&nbsp; a&nbsp;huge sea of traffic that
came&nbsp;and went,&nbsp; rippling in a wave of signes, &nbsp;the
secrets&nbsp;that they said to eachother,&nbsp; like the desire of them, =
was
far from there, outside&nbsp;to the bedroom and what induced the bodies, =
the
limbs, the fingers, the movement of each hand, that&nbsp;attracted every =
mouth
and sex, derived from a complex body, dissemineted&nbsp;in a infinity of=

things, in circunstancial transit that they was, in a
world&nbsp;which&nbsp;remained only a echo, diffuse&nbsp;on the billow of=
the
noises and&nbsp;detached from this ground wave,&nbsp;it risen&nbsp;until=

leave, in a fraction of a second, the&nbsp;speed up of&nbsp;a motor-car,=

the&nbsp;creaky brakes of a city bus, the squeak of the children,&nbsp;=

playing in the street,&nbsp;a hydraulic&nbsp;lorry discharge,&nbsp;doing=

tremble the compartment and all the things in the house.</FONT></DIV>
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ter
glass, &nbsp;the&nbsp;picture frame, the shade of the lamp in the bedside=

table, the ashtray, the lighter, the pencil and the clippings box&nbsp;in=
the
writing table, the bookcase, the&nbsp; wardrobe&nbsp;door, the
umbrella&nbsp;stand, the looking glass on the wall, upon the chest of
drawers,&nbsp;on the&nbsp;left side of the bed,&nbsp;between whiles and=

chinks, by&nbsp;bad practices, they touching, kissing, fucking and&nbsp;w=
hen
they stoped, was&nbsp;because &nbsp;the influx of something,&nbsp;
suddenly&nbsp;ceased her effect, but when they satarting again,&nbsp;was =
by
unknoun industry, moved by some craft or a artifice that making the bodie=
s,
beginning again their function, switched on by&nbsp;a vibratory&nbsp;secr=
et
in&nbsp;that&nbsp;walls and the bedroom,&nbsp;was a worldly resonance box=
,
stimulating on the spot,&nbsp; the ear laps,&nbsp;the mouth lips, the tip=

tongues,&nbsp;tools of precision, cutting,&nbsp;switching off the noise, =
of
the wave sound&nbsp;that repeating, the same rumor of desire, constructed=
in
the distant city,&nbsp;by&nbsp;the ambulance sirens, the&nbsp;blowing sig=
nals
of the trains, the horns of some vehicles,&nbsp;&nbsp;a train wheels
on&nbsp;the far railroad, rumbling on a groan of pleasure, insinuating
on&nbsp;the bedroom, a hollow sounding of a busy factory, announced&nbsp;=
a
turn change, in the productive cycle, in continued act,&nbsp;pumping&nbsp=
;the
muscle of the heart, flux that&nbsp;performed&nbsp;&nbsp;the bodies,
simply&nbsp;a&nbsp;pair of pistons,&nbsp;which was their&nbsp;limbs,&nbsp=
;only
being useful to ignite,&nbsp;the chemical combustion of the passion, and=

what's going on, upon&nbsp;the&nbsp;boundaries of the&nbsp;world, burned=

in&nbsp;the &nbsp;lovers transporting, overwhelming desire&nbsp;that they=

attached, and the strange things that aparted them, in Venus Actus has be=
ing
consumed,&nbsp; forever destroyed.</FONT></DIV>
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