{"id":113507,"date":"2018-05-29T11:10:16","date_gmt":"2018-05-29T14:10:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/?p=113507"},"modified":"2018-05-29T09:53:45","modified_gmt":"2018-05-29T12:53:45","slug":"detras-de-minha-casa-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/2018\/05\/29\/detras-de-minha-casa-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Detr\u00e1s de minha casa."},"content":{"rendered":"\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"mr_social_sharing_wrapper\">\n\t\t\t\t<!-- Social Sharing Toolkit v2.2 --><span class=\"mr_social_sharing_top\"><span style=\"display: inline-block; width: 55px; height: 62px; overflow: hidden;\"><div class=\"fb-like\" data-href=\"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/2018\/05\/29\/detras-de-minha-casa-5\/\" data-send=\"false\" data-layout=\"box_count\" data-width=\"55\" data-show-faces=\"false\"><\/div><\/span><\/span><span class=\"mr_social_sharing_top\"><fb:share-button type=\"box_count\" href=\"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/2018\/05\/29\/detras-de-minha-casa-5\/\"><\/fb:share-button><\/span><span class=\"mr_social_sharing\"><a rel=\"nofollow\" class=\"linksalpha_button linksalpha_link\" href=\"\/\/www.linksalpha.com\/social\/mobile\" data-url=\"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/2018\/05\/29\/detras-de-minha-casa-5\/\" data-text=\"Detr\u00e1s de minha casa.\" data-desc=\"Detr\u00e1s de minha casa, de um alpendre, eu vejo os telhados das casas vizinhas, a rua l\u00e1 embaixo, a serra l\u00e1 longe, o c\u00e9u escampo. \u00c0 tarde, quando \u00e9 ver\u00e3o, as nuvens relembram minha inf\u00e2ncia. Eu ficava vendo as nuvens formar carneirinhos, \u00e0s vezes um monstro. Um dia, eu vi um bule\" data-image=\"http:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Ao-sol-2014.jpg\" data-button=\"none\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<img src=\"\/\/www.linksalpha.com\/images\/social_share_button.png\" alt=\"Share\" class=\"linksalpha_image\" \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"\/\/www.linksalpha.com\/scripts\/loader_iconbox.js?v=2.4\"><\/script><\/span><\/div><p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-113508\" src=\"http:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Ao-sol-2014.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"960\" height=\"895\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Ao-sol-2014.jpg 960w, https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Ao-sol-2014-300x280.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Ao-sol-2014-768x716.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 960px) 100vw, 960px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Detr\u00e1s de minha casa, de um alpendre, eu vejo os telhados das casas vizinhas, a rua l\u00e1 embaixo, a serra l\u00e1 longe, o c\u00e9u escampo.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00c0 tarde, quando \u00e9 ver\u00e3o, as nuvens relembram minha inf\u00e2ncia. Eu ficava vendo as nuvens formar carneirinhos, \u00e0s vezes um monstro. Um dia, eu vi um bule direitinho.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Detr\u00e1s de minha casa, eu ou\u00e7o o palavreado de minha cidade, o cheiro de p\u00e3o franc\u00eas, ru\u00eddo de caminh\u00e3o, latido de cachorro. Agora, deu pra passar helic\u00f3ptero, besou<span class=\"textexposedshow\">rando, com aquela cauda de gafanhoto. Quando \u00e9 amarelo e preto, eu s\u00f3 penso que \u00e9 a pol\u00edcia catando vendedor de marijuana.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span class=\"textexposedshow\">Havia uma f\u00e1brica que passava a vida funcionando. Faziam biscoito. O cheiro de morango, de chocolate e frutas c\u00edtricas era t\u00e3o forte que a gente acordava, de madrugada, para beber \u00e1gua de quartinha. Hoje, s\u00f3 escombros, as lagartixas se despencam dos muros, fr\u00e1geis de inani\u00e7\u00e3o.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span class=\"textexposedshow\">Detr\u00e1s de minha casa, vemos homens que jogam domin\u00f3 para esquecer o tempo, passar as horas. Como se fosse perigoso pensar na vida. Quem bota pra pensar na vida, geralmente pensa na morte. Melhor ser um gato, um peixe, um passarinho.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><span class=\"textexposedshow\">Sos\u00edgenes Bittencourt<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"mr_social_sharing_wrapper\">\n\t\t\t\t<!-- Social Sharing Toolkit v2.2 --><span class=\"mr_social_sharing_top\"><span style=\"display: inline-block; width: 55px; height: 62px; overflow: hidden;\"><div class=\"fb-like\" data-href=\"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/2018\/05\/29\/detras-de-minha-casa-5\/\" data-send=\"false\" data-layout=\"box_count\" data-width=\"55\" data-show-faces=\"false\"><\/div><\/span><\/span><span class=\"mr_social_sharing_top\"><fb:share-button type=\"box_count\" href=\"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/2018\/05\/29\/detras-de-minha-casa-5\/\"><\/fb:share-button><\/span><span class=\"mr_social_sharing\"><a rel=\"nofollow\" class=\"linksalpha_button linksalpha_link\" href=\"\/\/www.linksalpha.com\/social\/mobile\" data-url=\"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/2018\/05\/29\/detras-de-minha-casa-5\/\" data-text=\"Detr\u00e1s de minha casa.\" data-desc=\"Detr\u00e1s de minha casa, de um alpendre, eu vejo os telhados das casas vizinhas, a rua l\u00e1 embaixo, a serra l\u00e1 longe, o c\u00e9u escampo. \u00c0 tarde, quando \u00e9 ver\u00e3o, as nuvens relembram minha inf\u00e2ncia. Eu ficava vendo as nuvens formar carneirinhos, \u00e0s vezes um monstro. Um dia, eu vi um bule\" data-image=\"http:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Ao-sol-2014.jpg\" data-button=\"none\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<img src=\"\/\/www.linksalpha.com\/images\/social_share_button.png\" alt=\"Share\" class=\"linksalpha_image\" \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"\/\/www.linksalpha.com\/scripts\/loader_iconbox.js?v=2.4\"><\/script><\/span><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"mr_social_sharing_wrapper\">\n\t\t\t\t<!-- Social Sharing Toolkit v2.2 --><span class=\"mr_social_sharing_top\"><span style=\"display: inline-block; width: 55px; height: 62px; overflow: hidden;\"><div class=\"fb-like\" data-href=\"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/2018\/05\/29\/detras-de-minha-casa-5\/\" data-send=\"false\" data-layout=\"box_count\" data-width=\"55\" data-show-faces=\"false\"><\/div><\/span><\/span><span class=\"mr_social_sharing_top\"><fb:share-button type=\"box_count\" href=\"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/2018\/05\/29\/detras-de-minha-casa-5\/\"><\/fb:share-button><\/span><span class=\"mr_social_sharing\"><a rel=\"nofollow\" class=\"linksalpha_button linksalpha_link\" href=\"\/\/www.linksalpha.com\/social\/mobile\" data-url=\"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/2018\/05\/29\/detras-de-minha-casa-5\/\" data-text=\"Detr\u00e1s de minha casa.\" data-desc=\"Detr\u00e1s de minha casa, de um alpendre, eu vejo os telhados das casas vizinhas, a rua l\u00e1 embaixo, a serra l\u00e1 longe, o c\u00e9u escampo. \u00c0 tarde, quando \u00e9 ver\u00e3o, as nuvens relembram minha inf\u00e2ncia. Eu ficava vendo as nuvens formar carneirinhos, \u00e0s vezes um monstro. Um dia, eu vi um bule\" data-image=\"\" data-button=\"none\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<img src=\"\/\/www.linksalpha.com\/images\/social_share_button.png\" alt=\"Share\" class=\"linksalpha_image\" \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"\/\/www.linksalpha.com\/scripts\/loader_iconbox.js?v=2.4\"><\/script><\/span><\/div><p>Detr\u00e1s de minha casa, de um alpendre, eu vejo os telhados das casas vizinhas, a rua l\u00e1 embaixo, a serra l\u00e1 longe, o c\u00e9u escampo. \u00c0 tarde, quando \u00e9 ver\u00e3o, as nuvens relembram minha inf\u00e2ncia. Eu ficava vendo as nuvens &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/2018\/05\/29\/detras-de-minha-casa-5\/\">Continue lendo <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"mr_social_sharing_wrapper\">\n\t\t\t\t<!-- Social Sharing Toolkit v2.2 --><span class=\"mr_social_sharing_top\"><span style=\"display: inline-block; width: 55px; height: 62px; overflow: hidden;\"><div class=\"fb-like\" data-href=\"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/2018\/05\/29\/detras-de-minha-casa-5\/\" data-send=\"false\" data-layout=\"box_count\" data-width=\"55\" data-show-faces=\"false\"><\/div><\/span><\/span><span class=\"mr_social_sharing_top\"><fb:share-button type=\"box_count\" href=\"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/2018\/05\/29\/detras-de-minha-casa-5\/\"><\/fb:share-button><\/span><span class=\"mr_social_sharing\"><a rel=\"nofollow\" class=\"linksalpha_button linksalpha_link\" href=\"\/\/www.linksalpha.com\/social\/mobile\" data-url=\"https:\/\/www.blogdopilako.com.br\/wp\/2018\/05\/29\/detras-de-minha-casa-5\/\" data-text=\"Detr\u00e1s de minha casa.\" data-desc=\"Detr\u00e1s de minha casa, de um alpendre, eu vejo os telhados das casas vizinhas, a rua l\u00e1 embaixo, a serra l\u00e1 longe, o c\u00e9u escampo. \u00c0 tarde, quando \u00e9 ver\u00e3o, as nuvens relembram minha inf\u00e2ncia. Eu ficava vendo as nuvens formar carneirinhos, \u00e0s vezes um monstro. 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