<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576114073890392832</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:18:58.370-08:00</updated><category term='. verso .'/><category term='. Prosa .'/><category term='. boas novas .'/><title type='text'>navegar impreciso</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloguedanate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloguedanate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509164103666034841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Qyl-xHrGTE/R8Qb-OhLgFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Hg9YcV2RmxE/S220/ATgAAAB04at7LMtpgI5se0k6QH4_f0FYEnOOJPuo_jjslUfamR30XKcZlp8ccIjsuOj7AFV1kC2zUrQBqmNp6acGDR8DAJtU9VDyukDZ0w-6J1bXQFRN_RtKO5XYYw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576114073890392832.post-3399894553323186996</id><published>2009-10-02T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:28:46.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vertigo</title><summary type='text'>como se meu corpoocupasse lugar impreciso.cinco centímetros a mais pra lá,cinco centímetros a mais pra cá.e no meio disto,estou eusem sabernem onde começo,nem onde termino.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default/3399894553323186996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default/3399894553323186996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloguedanate.blogspot.com/2009/10/vertigo.html' title='vertigo'/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509164103666034841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Qyl-xHrGTE/R8Qb-OhLgFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Hg9YcV2RmxE/S220/ATgAAAB04at7LMtpgI5se0k6QH4_f0FYEnOOJPuo_jjslUfamR30XKcZlp8ccIjsuOj7AFV1kC2zUrQBqmNp6acGDR8DAJtU9VDyukDZ0w-6J1bXQFRN_RtKO5XYYw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576114073890392832.post-7550014650385268160</id><published>2009-10-02T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:59:58.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desatino matinal</title><summary type='text'>.liberdade não pode ser, em hipótese alguma, ausência de sofrimentos. o completo vazio do não sofrer, talvez, se chame apatia. ou melhor: indiferença. a liberdade, como a vejo, requer sofrimento. e talvez ela seja, então, a própria e humana compreensão da dimensão que esse sofrimento pode alcançar. compreensão, não entendimento. querer entender, já é querer saber demais..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default/7550014650385268160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default/7550014650385268160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloguedanate.blogspot.com/2009/10/desatino-matinal.html' title='desatino matinal'/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509164103666034841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Qyl-xHrGTE/R8Qb-OhLgFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Hg9YcV2RmxE/S220/ATgAAAB04at7LMtpgI5se0k6QH4_f0FYEnOOJPuo_jjslUfamR30XKcZlp8ccIjsuOj7AFV1kC2zUrQBqmNp6acGDR8DAJtU9VDyukDZ0w-6J1bXQFRN_RtKO5XYYw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576114073890392832.post-445206182375581</id><published>2009-07-22T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:49:45.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. boas novas .'/><title type='text'>a cultura vale</title><summary type='text'>.nesta próxima quinta feira, 23 de julho, no teatro raul cortez, lula assinará seu aval final para a  proposta de vale-cultural que tramita no congresso desde os idos de 2007. o "vale-cultura" consiste na injeção de cinquenta reais mensais aos honorários dos trabalhadores com carteira assinada, cuja soma mensal não ultrapassse cinco salários mínimos.este vale funcionará nos mesmos moldes do vale </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default/445206182375581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default/445206182375581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloguedanate.blogspot.com/2009/07/cultura-vale.html' title='a cultura vale'/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509164103666034841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Qyl-xHrGTE/R8Qb-OhLgFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Hg9YcV2RmxE/S220/ATgAAAB04at7LMtpgI5se0k6QH4_f0FYEnOOJPuo_jjslUfamR30XKcZlp8ccIjsuOj7AFV1kC2zUrQBqmNp6acGDR8DAJtU9VDyukDZ0w-6J1bXQFRN_RtKO5XYYw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576114073890392832.post-2346421060224451461</id><published>2009-07-17T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:07:01.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. verso .'/><title type='text'>lendo bukowski</title><summary type='text'>.lendo bukowski, trancada na caverna.o mundo lá fora tem ruídos demais,pessoas demais, agitação demais,uma tola e inútil agitação, de que eu realmente não quero saber.bukowski fala demais sobre amor,talvez porque ele não queira falarde amor. mas essa mentiraesta semprelogoa frente.minha mãe me liga,pra reclamar sobre a falta de dinheiro,diz que o mundo está vindo abaixo,e eu lhe digo que cada um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default/2346421060224451461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default/2346421060224451461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloguedanate.blogspot.com/2009/07/lendo-bukowski.html' title='lendo bukowski'/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509164103666034841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Qyl-xHrGTE/R8Qb-OhLgFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Hg9YcV2RmxE/S220/ATgAAAB04at7LMtpgI5se0k6QH4_f0FYEnOOJPuo_jjslUfamR30XKcZlp8ccIjsuOj7AFV1kC2zUrQBqmNp6acGDR8DAJtU9VDyukDZ0w-6J1bXQFRN_RtKO5XYYw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576114073890392832.post-1707649542389640325</id><published>2009-07-17T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:20:49.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. Prosa .'/><title type='text'>tropeços da primavera.</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      PT-BR   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default/1707649542389640325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default/1707649542389640325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloguedanate.blogspot.com/2009/07/tropecos-da-primavera.html' title='tropeços da primavera.'/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509164103666034841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Qyl-xHrGTE/R8Qb-OhLgFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Hg9YcV2RmxE/S220/ATgAAAB04at7LMtpgI5se0k6QH4_f0FYEnOOJPuo_jjslUfamR30XKcZlp8ccIjsuOj7AFV1kC2zUrQBqmNp6acGDR8DAJtU9VDyukDZ0w-6J1bXQFRN_RtKO5XYYw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576114073890392832.post-7326576916134108164</id><published>2009-07-17T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:47:00.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. Prosa .'/><title type='text'>o segredo de jurema.</title><summary type='text'>Jurema não sabia o que fazer com o tempo que lhe sobrava. o episódio da novela acabou, começou um daqueles filmes violentos, de ação, fricção, ficção. “- uma chateação!” - pensou apertando o botão.  desligara a televisão e olhava para um nada além do que se vê. à sua frente devia é  estar alguma paisagem guardada na memória. daquelas tão arraigadas que podem ser projetadas pela própria íris, como</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default/7326576916134108164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default/7326576916134108164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloguedanate.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-segredo-de-jurema.html' title='o segredo de jurema.'/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509164103666034841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Qyl-xHrGTE/R8Qb-OhLgFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Hg9YcV2RmxE/S220/ATgAAAB04at7LMtpgI5se0k6QH4_f0FYEnOOJPuo_jjslUfamR30XKcZlp8ccIjsuOj7AFV1kC2zUrQBqmNp6acGDR8DAJtU9VDyukDZ0w-6J1bXQFRN_RtKO5XYYw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576114073890392832.post-7476080737118030902</id><published>2009-07-17T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:44:33.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. Prosa .'/><title type='text'>o último andarilho.</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      PT-BR   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default/7476080737118030902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576114073890392832/posts/default/7476080737118030902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloguedanate.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-ultimo-andarilho.html' title='o último andarilho.'/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509164103666034841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Qyl-xHrGTE/R8Qb-OhLgFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Hg9YcV2RmxE/S220/ATgAAAB04at7LMtpgI5se0k6QH4_f0FYEnOOJPuo_jjslUfamR30XKcZlp8ccIjsuOj7AFV1kC2zUrQBqmNp6acGDR8DAJtU9VDyukDZ0w-6J1bXQFRN_RtKO5XYYw.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
