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à beira-mar,
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de enganos;
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ao vento
cogumelos
duns e doutros;
sem nada
de nada
ao colo
e recortando
fotos
de cães.

sacudindo
dias
de conversas
no camarote.

comendo
causas,
políticas
e erros
de um lado
e do outro;
fixando
de repente
o que tem
a praia:
letras
e girafas.



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o mundo

 
todos os minutos
todas as horas
todas as semanas
em francês
e em inglês



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lendo
sentindo
e comprando



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segunda-feira, junho 30, 2003



E agora um momento de humor com os cumprimentos da revista Time:

"Meeting last month at a sweltering U.S. base outside Doha, Qatar, with his top Iraq commanders, President Bush skipped quickly past the niceties and went straight to his chief political obsession: Where are the weapons of mass destruction? Turning to his Baghdad proconsul, Paul Bremer, Bush asked, "Are you in charge of finding WMD?" Bremer said no, he was not. Bush then put the same question to his military commander, General Tommy Franks. But Franks said it wasn't his job either. A little exasperated, Bush asked, So who is in charge of finding WMD? After aides conferred for a moment, someone volunteered the name of Stephen Cambone, a little-known deputy to Donald Rumsfeld, back in Washington. Pause. "Who?" Bush asked."

Jorge Moniz às 12:49 |