<?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-4827318486214541003</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:09:35.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHILOLÓGICOS</title><subtitle type='html'>PHILOLOGIA do lat.-amor às letras




PHILOLÓGICOS:da lógica.
 - AMANTES DAS LETRAS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Philológicos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902123527527584281</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827318486214541003.post-1074136717220574742</id><published>2007-12-13T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T07:38:11.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinta Maneiras de Ser Livre</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Geraldo Magela&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ler poesia, muita poesia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Compor poesia a cada momento da vida&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fugir no meio da neblina para uma grande aventura&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viver poeticamente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ensinar aquilo que não vem nos livros&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sentir prazer em aprender o que não está nos livros&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ser adolescente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Subir nas mesas e nas cadeiras&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desobedecer ordens injustasS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oltar urros barbáricos sobre os telhados - whitmanianos, se possível&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Levar um ramo de flores para a namorada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mesmo corando, ler um poema de amor à namorada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jogar fora o presente que te desagrada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enfrentar o perigo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pode ser descendo de bicicleta, a toda velocidade, uma ladeira íngreme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não acreditar no que dizem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não acreditar na morte&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enxergar o mundo de novos ângulos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se pressionado, resistir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se obrigado a fazer o que não deveria, não ter medo de assumir que errou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fundar um clube proibido - pode chamar-se Sociedade dos Poetas Mortos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vencer a timidez e enfrentar o mundo com o peito aberto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fazer teatro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tornar os sonhos realidade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chorar pelo amigo morto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pintar sobre a pele um símbolo indígena&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Passear pela noite com a namorada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Construir o que quiser&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dançar rock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Achar o lado divertido de tudo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aproveitar o dia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4827318486214541003-1074136717220574742?l=philologicos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/feeds/1074136717220574742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4827318486214541003&amp;postID=1074136717220574742' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/1074136717220574742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/1074136717220574742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/2007/12/trinta-maneiras-de-ser-livre.html' title='Trinta Maneiras de Ser Livre'/><author><name>Tatja Boá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01372743570473764084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a869.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/15/l_bdb1f9f604fccf10c7e40c1a1e4bd18c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827318486214541003.post-2607906152040926854</id><published>2007-12-13T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T07:28:52.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinéticos e Mecânicos</title><content type='html'>ENERGIA NÃO SE CRIA&lt;br /&gt;ENERGIA SE TRANSFORMA&lt;br /&gt;FORMA HUMANA&lt;br /&gt;EMANA O QUE FOR&lt;br /&gt;DOR OU ALEGRIA&lt;br /&gt;ENERGIA EM CALOR&lt;br /&gt;CALOR DE QUEM TRABALHA&lt;br /&gt;FALHA DA CINESTESIA&lt;br /&gt;ENERGIA DOS ACOSTUMADOS&lt;br /&gt;COITADOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4827318486214541003-2607906152040926854?l=philologicos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/feeds/2607906152040926854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4827318486214541003&amp;postID=2607906152040926854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/2607906152040926854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/2607906152040926854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/2007/12/cinticos-e-mecnicos.html' title='Cinéticos e Mecânicos'/><author><name>Tatja Boá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01372743570473764084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a869.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/15/l_bdb1f9f604fccf10c7e40c1a1e4bd18c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827318486214541003.post-8984879917969621202</id><published>2007-12-06T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T04:45:09.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;Um fio fino,Uma brisa sopra,o fio vibra&lt;br /&gt;A mente&lt;br /&gt;Uma galáxia,cometas,estrelas cadentes,meteoros...buraco negro&lt;br /&gt;Ao menor desequilibrio você pode ser sugado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4827318486214541003-8984879917969621202?l=philologicos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/feeds/8984879917969621202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4827318486214541003&amp;postID=8984879917969621202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/8984879917969621202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/8984879917969621202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-equilibrio-um-fio-finouma-brisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Tatja Boá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01372743570473764084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a869.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/15/l_bdb1f9f604fccf10c7e40c1a1e4bd18c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827318486214541003.post-8725015048664166982</id><published>2007-11-06T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T05:43:42.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cansei&lt;br /&gt;Do ritmo Da musica&lt;br /&gt;Cansei&lt;br /&gt;De mim De você&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sono&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo dormir&lt;br /&gt;Insônia após insônia&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo ritmo, A mesma musica&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou ainda eu&lt;br /&gt;Você?!&lt;br /&gt;continuo sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Cansei&lt;br /&gt;Do dia Da noite&lt;br /&gt;Cansei&lt;br /&gt;De nada poder fazer&lt;br /&gt;A mesma página, O mesmo livro&lt;br /&gt;Feche-o, eu preciso dormir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4827318486214541003-8725015048664166982?l=philologicos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/feeds/8725015048664166982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4827318486214541003&amp;postID=8725015048664166982' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/8725015048664166982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/8725015048664166982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/2007/11/cansei-do-ritmo-da-musica-cansei-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Tatja Boá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01372743570473764084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a869.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/15/l_bdb1f9f604fccf10c7e40c1a1e4bd18c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827318486214541003.post-8450737705501642278</id><published>2007-10-29T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T05:47:34.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O outro lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;                          &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;                      &lt;/h3&gt;                        &lt;p&gt;Encontre ela, depois que encontrar, atravesse, depois disso veja o que tem de bom, tudo aquilo que te agradar faça, se sentir vontade, coma, descanse e durma, aproveite, desfrute o momento, pode não voltar a acontecer. Não pegue nada que não é seu, apenas olhe, pode tocar, mas com cuidado. Converse e faça novos amigos, pergunte como se vive lá. Aprenda tudo, se te ensinarem, seja humilde e aprenda, se te advertirem, seja humilde a acate. Procure alguém para no ombro se deitar, aconchegado ficar e observar a linda tarde. Não se comprometa com o desconhecido. Depois que cansar, volte... Não esqueça de apagar a luz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4827318486214541003-8450737705501642278?l=philologicos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/feeds/8450737705501642278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4827318486214541003&amp;postID=8450737705501642278' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/8450737705501642278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/8450737705501642278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-outro-lado.html' title='O outro lado'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13133120045781683175</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-4827318486214541003.post-4012838876749264648</id><published>2007-10-23T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:28:45.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Compasso do Stress</title><content type='html'>Tic Tac&lt;br /&gt;Tum tum&lt;br /&gt;Tic Tac Tac&lt;br /&gt;Tum tum tum&lt;br /&gt;Tic Tac Tic Tac Tac&lt;br /&gt;Tum… Tum… Tumtumtum&lt;br /&gt;Tumtac Tumtac Tumtactac Tumtactac&lt;br /&gt;Tumtactactumtumtumtactactactumtactumtumtmtumtumtac&lt;br /&gt;piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4827318486214541003-4012838876749264648?l=philologicos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/feeds/4012838876749264648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4827318486214541003&amp;postID=4012838876749264648' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/4012838876749264648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/4012838876749264648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-compasso-do-stress.html' title='No Compasso do Stress'/><author><name>Tatja Boá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01372743570473764084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a869.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/15/l_bdb1f9f604fccf10c7e40c1a1e4bd18c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827318486214541003.post-2514693841093775391</id><published>2007-09-26T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:52:51.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>à Lua Cheia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Satélite (Manuel Bandeira) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fim de tarde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No céu plúmbeo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Lua baça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muito cosmograficamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Satélite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desmetaforizada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desmitificada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despojada do velho segredo de melancolia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não é agora o golfão de cismas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O astro dos loucos e dos enamorados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas tão-somente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Satélite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah Lua deste fim de tarde, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desmissionária de atribuições românticas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem show para as disponibilidades sentimentais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fatigado de mais-valia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosto de ti assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coisa em si,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Satélite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4827318486214541003-2514693841093775391?l=philologicos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/feeds/2514693841093775391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4827318486214541003&amp;postID=2514693841093775391' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/2514693841093775391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/2514693841093775391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/2007/09/lua-cheia.html' title='à Lua Cheia...'/><author><name>Ana Paula Pavão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08747203159923422796</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-4827318486214541003.post-5149799144299995442</id><published>2007-09-26T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T07:18:51.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro Social</title><content type='html'>"  começa no restaurante, encontro social&lt;br /&gt;    você come até não aguentar mais, tudo com muito sal&lt;br /&gt;    chega em casa, vomita e passa mal.&lt;br /&gt;    Corre e vai para o hospital&lt;br /&gt;    onde te dizem sem cerimonial :&lt;br /&gt;    " o que sentes é normal "&lt;br /&gt;    e sem nenhum sinal   &lt;br /&gt;    morre, ataque fatal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4827318486214541003-5149799144299995442?l=philologicos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/feeds/5149799144299995442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4827318486214541003&amp;postID=5149799144299995442' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/5149799144299995442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/5149799144299995442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/2007/09/encontro-social.html' title='Encontro Social'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13133120045781683175</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-4827318486214541003.post-9010957076723018518</id><published>2007-09-20T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T12:23:31.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>para os amantes do suspense</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;there is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Hitchcock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(não há terror na explosão, somente no que a antecipa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4827318486214541003-9010957076723018518?l=philologicos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/feeds/9010957076723018518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4827318486214541003&amp;postID=9010957076723018518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/9010957076723018518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4827318486214541003/posts/default/9010957076723018518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philologicos.blogspot.com/2007/09/para-os-amantes-do-suspense.html' title='para os amantes do suspense'/><author><name>Ana Paula Pavão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08747203159923422796</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></feed>
