<?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-3029498708625778689</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:41:22.564-08:00</updated><category term='começo'/><title type='text'>Olhai os lírios do campo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Olhai os lírios do campo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350183431686441914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029498708625778689.post-8561243618167788028</id><published>2008-07-24T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:35:48.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 21/06/08 a 19/07/08</title><content type='html'>Engraçado como algumas relações parecem ter prazo de validade, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podiam também ter manual de instruções!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acqua toffana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rui Cortez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amleto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Roberto Bacci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O escafandro e a borboleta&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Julian Schnabel, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O balão vermelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; O cavalo branco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Albert Lamorisse, 1956&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Retorno ao Deserto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard Marie Koltès, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se alguém disser que a vida tem coerência, manda falar comigo! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amores, de Domingos de Oliveira - 1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029498708625778689-8561243618167788028?l=caricaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/feeds/8561243618167788028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029498708625778689&amp;postID=8561243618167788028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/8561243618167788028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/8561243618167788028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/2008/07/dia-210608-190708.html' title='Dia 21/06/08 a 19/07/08'/><author><name>Olhai os lírios do campo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350183431686441914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029498708625778689.post-2655688773461848939</id><published>2008-06-26T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T05:46:49.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha vez</title><content type='html'>Trabalho pra fazer e muita preguiça.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero me colocar em nenhum curso nos próximos meses.&lt;br /&gt;Isso porque eu não sabia (até agora),  viver sem estar estudando.&lt;br /&gt;Jardim de infância, pré, primeira a quarta, quinta a oitava, segundo colegial. Biologia. Psicologia. Mestrado, curso de atendimento sistêmico, curso de neuropsicologia infantil e curso de psicologia hospitalar.&lt;br /&gt;Isso quer dizer que faz pelo menos 22 anos na minha vida que eu sento e escuto.&lt;br /&gt;Chega.&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que tem coisa melhor pra fazer na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Agora sou eu quem vou falar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029498708625778689-2655688773461848939?l=caricaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/feeds/2655688773461848939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029498708625778689&amp;postID=2655688773461848939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/2655688773461848939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/2655688773461848939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/2008/06/minha-vez.html' title='Minha vez'/><author><name>Olhai os lírios do campo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350183431686441914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029498708625778689.post-8625752000166378729</id><published>2008-06-24T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:02:38.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexões e parcerias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/SGGzvpmkSBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rQ8TBD-YzNA/s1600-h/ameliepoulain01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215647474674583570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/SGGzvpmkSBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rQ8TBD-YzNA/s200/ameliepoulain01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Sabe aquela garota do copo de água?&lt;br /&gt;- Sei&lt;br /&gt;- Ela parece distante. Talvez seja porque está pensando em alguém.&lt;br /&gt;- Em alguém do quadro?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, um garoto com quem cruzou em algum lugar, e sentiu que eram parecidos.&lt;br /&gt;- Em outros termos, prefere imaginar uma relação com alguém ausente que criar laços com os que estão presentes.&lt;br /&gt;- Ao contrário, talvez tente arrumar a bagunça da vida dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;- E ela? E a bagunça na vida dela? &lt;strong&gt;Quem&lt;/strong&gt; vai pôr ordem?&lt;br /&gt;-Bom, melhor cuidar dos outros que de um anão de jardim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029498708625778689-8625752000166378729?l=caricaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/feeds/8625752000166378729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029498708625778689&amp;postID=8625752000166378729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/8625752000166378729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/8625752000166378729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/2008/06/reflexes-e-parcerias.html' title='Reflexões e parcerias...'/><author><name>Olhai os lírios do campo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350183431686441914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/SGGzvpmkSBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rQ8TBD-YzNA/s72-c/ameliepoulain01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029498708625778689.post-5720686341265206554</id><published>2008-06-22T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:07:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F5 também funciona na vida real</title><content type='html'>Voltei. Não a toa. O post de baixo se atualizou, quer dizer, a vida atualizou ele. Ainda não sei o que fazer com isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim de semana cheio de músicas, meninas queridas e cultura: sexta &lt;em&gt;Tape&lt;/em&gt; (Teatro Sérgio Cardoso); sábado &lt;em&gt;A flauta mágica &lt;/em&gt;e &lt;em&gt;Aqua Tofana&lt;/em&gt; (SESC Paulista). Domingo quermesse, café e uma enxurrada de sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Tem alguém aqui?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029498708625778689-5720686341265206554?l=caricaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/feeds/5720686341265206554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029498708625778689&amp;postID=5720686341265206554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/5720686341265206554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/5720686341265206554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/2008/06/f5-tambm-funciona-na-vida-real.html' title='F5 também funciona na vida real'/><author><name>Olhai os lírios do campo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350183431686441914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029498708625778689.post-1068795579228628542</id><published>2007-11-10T03:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:08:47.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RzWbdNM4hSI/AAAAAAAAADU/RIgNQQ3E1uo/s1600-h/21snaps_cat_gallery__470x305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131178276520756514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RzWbdNM4hSI/AAAAAAAAADU/RIgNQQ3E1uo/s200/21snaps_cat_gallery__470x305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas&lt;/strong&gt; Belle de Jour, no azul viajava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seus olhos azuis como a tarde &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na tarde de um domingo azul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belle de Jour&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RzWbDdM4hRI/AAAAAAAAADM/3fIK6fLNusQ/s1600-h/21snaps_cat_gallery__470x305.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029498708625778689-1068795579228628542?l=caricaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/feeds/1068795579228628542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029498708625778689&amp;postID=1068795579228628542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/1068795579228628542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/1068795579228628542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/2007/11/mas-belle-de-jour-no-azul-viajava-seus.html' title=''/><author><name>Olhai os lírios do campo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350183431686441914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RzWbdNM4hSI/AAAAAAAAADU/RIgNQQ3E1uo/s72-c/21snaps_cat_gallery__470x305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029498708625778689.post-4013819752046696931</id><published>2007-11-08T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:58:09.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RzOGRdM4hPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/syPFtUQZjJ0/s1600-h/perola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130592034959688946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RzOGRdM4hPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/syPFtUQZjJ0/s200/perola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha irmã do meio é uma &lt;em&gt;figura&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem várias &lt;strong&gt;pérolas&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; de ontém foi a seguinte:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje é o dia mais importante da minha vida médica, eu operei um&lt;br /&gt;coelho!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo muito!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029498708625778689-4013819752046696931?l=caricaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/feeds/4013819752046696931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029498708625778689&amp;postID=4013819752046696931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/4013819752046696931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/4013819752046696931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/2007/11/minha-irm-do-meio-uma-figura.html' title=''/><author><name>Olhai os lírios do campo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350183431686441914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RzOGRdM4hPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/syPFtUQZjJ0/s72-c/perola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029498708625778689.post-966527003832202942</id><published>2007-11-07T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T17:06:05.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosto muito muito do meu trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As crianças me surpreendem a cada dia e com elas às vezes (quase sempre!) acho que mais me divirto e cresço do que trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia desses, na hora de contar a novidade da semana, compartilhei com um grupinho muito &lt;a href="http://www.distrofia-mexico.org/diadm/portugues.htm"&gt;especial&lt;a&gt;, que eu havia tomado uma injeção no braço e que estava coçando muito, mas que o médico disse que &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt; não poderia coçar &lt;strong&gt;de jeito nenhum&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DE REPENTE um deles pulou em frente de mim, pegou meu braço e disse todo solícito: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então deixa que eu coço pra você!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI MEU DEUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130264621012780258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RzJcfdM4hOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DeR39fbdWOA/s320/s340x255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por essas e outras que amo o que &lt;a href="http://www.aacd.org.br/"&gt;faço!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs: A &lt;a href="http://www.somefuria.blogger.com.br/"&gt;Tati&lt;/a&gt; me ensinou a fazer links!!!! Quero fazer vááááários pra treinar!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029498708625778689-966527003832202942?l=caricaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/feeds/966527003832202942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029498708625778689&amp;postID=966527003832202942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/966527003832202942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/966527003832202942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/2007/11/gosto-muito-muito-do-meu-trabalho.html' title=''/><author><name>Olhai os lírios do campo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350183431686441914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RzJcfdM4hOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DeR39fbdWOA/s72-c/s340x255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029498708625778689.post-5346448242773626888</id><published>2007-11-05T03:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T03:40:51.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoje faz um mês de um encontro muito gostoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saldo positivo do mês: samba-rock&lt;br /&gt;sala são paulo&lt;br /&gt;speranza&lt;br /&gt;brand upon the brain&lt;br /&gt;teatro municipal&lt;br /&gt;forró&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Saldo negativo: eu sempre quero mais.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente, gostoso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029498708625778689-5346448242773626888?l=caricaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/feeds/5346448242773626888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029498708625778689&amp;postID=5346448242773626888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/5346448242773626888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/5346448242773626888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/2007/11/hoje-faz-um-ms-de-um-encontro-muito_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Olhai os lírios do campo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350183431686441914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029498708625778689.post-4010724881030573483</id><published>2007-11-03T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T09:30:15.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje fui a um casamento. De uma amiga linda e queridíssima. Pessoa boníssima que também tá esperando um bebezinho que vai chegar daqui a pouco. Um amigo dela falou essa poesia lá. Sem querer ser chata, valeu pelas mil palavras &lt;em&gt;decoradas&lt;/em&gt; do padre... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pode uma criatura senão,&lt;br /&gt;entre criaturas, amar?&lt;br /&gt;amar e esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;amar e malamar,&lt;br /&gt;amar, desamar, amar?&lt;br /&gt;sempre, e&lt;br /&gt;até de olhos vidrados amar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pode, pergunto, o ser amoroso,&lt;br /&gt;sozinho, em rotação universal, senão&lt;br /&gt;rodar também, e amar?&lt;br /&gt;amar o&lt;br /&gt;que o mar traz à praia,&lt;br /&gt;o que ele sepulta, e o que, na brisa marinha,&lt;br /&gt;é&lt;br /&gt;sal, ou precisão de amor, ou simples ânsia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar solenemente as palmas&lt;br /&gt;do deserto,&lt;br /&gt;o que é entrega ou adoração expectante,&lt;br /&gt;e amar o inóspito, o&lt;br /&gt;cru,&lt;br /&gt;um vaso sem flor, um chão de ferro,&lt;br /&gt;e o peito inerte, e a rua vista&lt;br /&gt;em sonho, e uma ave&lt;br /&gt;de rapina.Este o nosso destino: amor sem conta,&lt;br /&gt;distribuído pelas coisas pérfidas ou nulas,&lt;br /&gt;doação ilimitada a uma&lt;br /&gt;completa ingratidão,&lt;br /&gt;e na concha vazia do amor a procura medrosa,&lt;br /&gt;paciente, de mais e mais amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar a nossa falta mesma de amor, e&lt;br /&gt;na secura nossa&lt;br /&gt;amar a água implícita, e o beijo tácito, e a sede infinita. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029498708625778689-4010724881030573483?l=caricaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/feeds/4010724881030573483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029498708625778689&amp;postID=4010724881030573483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/4010724881030573483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/4010724881030573483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/2007/11/casamento.html' title='Casamento'/><author><name>Olhai os lírios do campo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350183431686441914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029498708625778689.post-7911205467338854719</id><published>2007-10-31T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:27:31.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyhwCqOd41I/AAAAAAAAACY/UjMnPon2twU/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127471366758327122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyhwCqOd41I/AAAAAAAAACY/UjMnPon2twU/s320/rosa.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem ganhei uma rosa branca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um &lt;em&gt;Hibiscus mutabilis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029498708625778689-7911205467338854719?l=caricaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/feeds/7911205467338854719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029498708625778689&amp;postID=7911205467338854719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/7911205467338854719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/7911205467338854719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/2007/10/feliz.html' title='Feliz!'/><author><name>Olhai os lírios do campo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350183431686441914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyhwCqOd41I/AAAAAAAAACY/UjMnPon2twU/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029498708625778689.post-8783049682915355828</id><published>2007-10-29T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T17:32:40.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas boas...</title><content type='html'>O fim de semana foi muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;Choro com a peça &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oficinadosmenestreis.com.br/aoficina.htm"&gt;O Vale Encantado&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(oficina dos menestréis) e vontade de ser criança de novo pra poder pular no pescoço dos personagens sem vergonha de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Visita de uma parte da família muito querida que mora longe, longe... e programas turísticos com eles. Ah... com a minha prima a tira colo fui ver de novo &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teatromosaico.com.br/"&gt;Romeu e Julieta&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(teatro mosaico).&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, não teve trabalho. Agradecimentos especialíssimos a irmã Beatriz que está comigo não só nos momentos de descontração (!), mas que hoje (vejam só), assinou como &lt;strong&gt;responsável&lt;/strong&gt; por mim e cumpriu o papel direitinho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs 1: Segundo post, ainda não consegui colocar foto no perfil, ainda quero aprender a fazer links e descobrir o que é que eu tô fazendo aqui...................&lt;br /&gt;2: Tomei minha &lt;em&gt;pílula&lt;/em&gt; da felicidade hoje, melhor assim. Ontém não.&lt;br /&gt;3: A última foto é da &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mawacomw.com"&gt;Mawá&lt;/a&gt;, empresta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyaVzKOd4xI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JdYlTiWBmyk/s1600-h/DSC04208.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyaVzKOd4xI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JdYlTiWBmyk/s1600-h/DSC04208.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyaWqKOd4yI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZL6Ueem6yUk/s1600-h/DSC04206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126950876851594018" style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="205" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyaWqKOd4yI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZL6Ueem6yUk/s320/DSC04206.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126948471669908226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyaUeKOd4wI/AAAAAAAAAB0/C4vYo58eszE/s400/DSC04263.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyaZXaOd4zI/AAAAAAAAACM/83slr3hGiCo/s1600-h/mawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126953853263930162" style="WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="193" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyaZXaOd4zI/AAAAAAAAACM/83slr3hGiCo/s320/mawa.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyaVzKOd4xI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JdYlTiWBmyk/s1600-h/DSC04208.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029498708625778689-8783049682915355828?l=caricaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/feeds/8783049682915355828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029498708625778689&amp;postID=8783049682915355828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/8783049682915355828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/8783049682915355828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/2007/10/coisas-boas.html' title='Coisas boas...'/><author><name>Olhai os lírios do campo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350183431686441914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyaWqKOd4yI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZL6Ueem6yUk/s72-c/DSC04206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029498708625778689.post-2401363440617040677</id><published>2007-10-29T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:17:51.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><title type='text'>Começo.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Começo algumas coisas que não termino.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas dessas coisas inacabadas me rondam até que eu vá lá e dê um fim a elas, nem que seja me convencendo de que elas não precisam acabar necessariamente como eu tinha planejado (&lt;em&gt;e tá acabado&lt;/em&gt;!) ou realmente, levando (&lt;em&gt;tentando levar&lt;/em&gt;) até o final meu plano inicial.&lt;br /&gt;Começo dizendo tudo isso porque não sei pra onde &lt;strong&gt;esse&lt;/strong&gt; começo vai me levar.&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que depois de ler tantos blogs de amigos ou de pessoas que só conheço através das palavras, me deu uma vontade grande de também estar aqui.&lt;br /&gt;As palavras que escolhi para nomear &lt;strong&gt;esse&lt;/strong&gt; lugar, formam o nome de um livro lindo que eu tô lendo de novo, quase 10 anos depois da primeira leitura.&lt;br /&gt;E são as palavras do seu autor, Érico Veríssimo, que eu escolhi para rechear meu primeiro post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Começava&lt;/strong&gt; a tomar a vida pelos ombros e tentava beijá-la na face... Era um&lt;br /&gt;beijo de sacrifício que ele ainda dava com alguma repugnência, num&lt;br /&gt;desfalecimento de medo, violentando a sua natureza mais íntima. Mas havia nesse&lt;br /&gt;beijo um estranho elemento de fascínio. E ele sabia - se sabia! - que um dia,&lt;br /&gt;não muito remoto, ele ainda beijaria com amor essa mesma vida incoerente,&lt;br /&gt;sórdida, brutal e apesar disso, ou talvez por isso mesmo, bela. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyVH5aOd4tI/AAAAAAAAABc/PvfTw31nZzg/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126582802449294034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyVH5aOd4tI/AAAAAAAAABc/PvfTw31nZzg/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029498708625778689-2401363440617040677?l=caricaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/feeds/2401363440617040677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029498708625778689&amp;postID=2401363440617040677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/2401363440617040677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029498708625778689/posts/default/2401363440617040677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caricaca.blogspot.com/2007/10/comeo.html' title='Começo.....'/><author><name>Olhai os lírios do campo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350183431686441914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__xtmX2s9tms/RyVH5aOd4tI/AAAAAAAAABc/PvfTw31nZzg/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
