<?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-7443130673584365569</id><updated>2011-05-05T14:20:07.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Margeando</title><subtitle type='html'>&gt;&lt;::&gt;&lt;::&gt;&lt; &gt;&lt;::&gt;&lt;::&gt;&lt; &gt;::&gt;&lt;::&gt;&lt; &gt;&lt;::&gt;&lt;::&gt;&lt; &gt;&lt;::&gt;&lt;::&gt;&lt; &gt;::&gt;&lt;::&gt;&lt; &gt;&lt;::&gt;&lt;::&gt;&lt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bia, mãe do Bento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07843202641065018333</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443130673584365569.post-3930319143295632708</id><published>2007-10-28T20:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:02:01.277-02:00</updated><title type='text'>OS EXCLUÍDOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NJOeByroSFk/RyUU2WpNisI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Wy64p2F27Yw/s1600-h/feijoada+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126526674855103170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NJOeByroSFk/RyUU2WpNisI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Wy64p2F27Yw/s320/feijoada+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7443130673584365569-3930319143295632708?l=margeando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/feeds/3930319143295632708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7443130673584365569&amp;postID=3930319143295632708' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default/3930319143295632708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default/3930319143295632708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/2007/10/os-excludos.html' title='OS EXCLUÍDOS'/><author><name>Bia, mãe do Bento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07843202641065018333</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/_NJOeByroSFk/RyUU2WpNisI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Wy64p2F27Yw/s72-c/feijoada+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443130673584365569.post-3993822784320564366</id><published>2007-09-12T21:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:11:19.912-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A essência</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;O filme "Baraka" é um documentário visual, que me instigou desde meus 11 anos de idade, quando assisti pela primeira vez das muitas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Sem palavras, é capaz de falar sobre a alma humana e sobre o mundo de uma forma especial. E talvez por não ter narração ou qualquer tipo de diálogo, contribui para a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;TERRA-planagem da mente&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  lang="PT-BR" &gt;&lt;span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;TERRA-planagem da mente - deixar a mente voar sobre os ensejos do planeta Terra!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BARAKA – em várias línguas significa a essência da vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Qual é a essência da vida?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Neste trecho do filme são mostradas imagens de pessoas ditas marginalizadas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Marginal: pessoa que vive à margem da sociedade ou da lei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Se encararmos de uma outra forma, levando em conta que a maioria mundial vive à margem dos padrões da sociedade, os &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;ricos&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;e os &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;políticos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; são os marginais!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;... o conceito do poder marginal valeria ser repetido aqui!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Para não me repetir lembro da música cantada por Ney Matogrosso e Pedro Luis e a Parede.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Seres ou não seres? Eis a questão! Raça mutante por degradação!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome da música é "Seres Tupy", e é triste perceber que muitas das cenas mostradas são imagens do Brasil, dos seres tupy... assistam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Em7kb-v6R8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Em7kb-v6R8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Agora eu me pergunto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ONDE ESTÁ O AMOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  lang="PT-BR" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  lang="PT-BR" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A música é do Dead can Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deadcandance.com/"&gt;http://www.deadcandance.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7443130673584365569-3993822784320564366?l=margeando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/feeds/3993822784320564366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7443130673584365569&amp;postID=3993822784320564366' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default/3993822784320564366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default/3993822784320564366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/2007/09/essncia.html' title='A essência'/><author><name>Bia, mãe do Bento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07843202641065018333</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443130673584365569.post-9016570388906740931</id><published>2007-09-09T12:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:48:48.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A alma imoral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entrei em contato com o livro "A alma imoral", de Nilton Bonder no mês passado...&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário do que sempre se disse, a imoralidade do ser humano não está no corpo, que é apenas um instrumento condicionado a agir da maneira como melhor agrada... principalmente como agrada os outros, seguindo a moral da sociedade ou do grupo ao qual se sente pertencer.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela chamada de 'pura alma' é justamente a porção onde está presente a imoralidade, aquela que quer fazer diferente, romper padrões, aquela que nos faz transcender! A alma imoral! Cabe a nós sabermos ouvir a alma! Trabalho árduo num mundo dito 'globalizaaado'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que encontrei quase no final do livro - O CONCEITO DO PODER MARGINAL: "O que é impuro pode tornar-se mais puro do que aquilo que já é puro por natureza. O dia mais longo do ano não produz o efeito de esperança que a noite mais longa do ano pode produzir. Essa é a perspectiva do poder marginal: o menor, o mais fraco, o que mais experimentou os rigores da vida e da injustiça, este é, na verdade o super-homem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo período conheci o som de Roberto Fonseca. Cubano como outro cubano qualquer transcende com sua magnífica música, junto do grande mestre Ibrahin Ferrer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo seguem 2 vídeos sensacionais em períodos diferentes da vida do músico. Dá para refletir um bocado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Buen viaje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em 1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMVle9AroHA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recentemente&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgHTWTqhGK4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;O site eu diria que é fabuloso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pena que eu nao sei Espanhol direito para vasculhar mais)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robertofonseca.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;http://www.robertofonseca.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7443130673584365569-9016570388906740931?l=margeando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/feeds/9016570388906740931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7443130673584365569&amp;postID=9016570388906740931' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default/9016570388906740931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default/9016570388906740931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/2007/09/alma-imoral.html' title='A alma imoral'/><author><name>Bia, mãe do Bento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07843202641065018333</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-7443130673584365569.post-4022096432749594084</id><published>2007-09-06T15:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:25:55.097-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confiar em si</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NJOeByroSFk/RuBXQT_wO8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZFClG_hSu3g/s1600-h/Rosa+Branca+branca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107177915195341762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NJOeByroSFk/RuBXQT_wO8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZFClG_hSu3g/s320/Rosa+Branca+branca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Esse profundo ato de confiança em si e no processo da vida garante a passagem pelo vazio que magicamente se concretiza em chão sob nossos pés." (A alma imoral - Nilton Bonder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo uma rosa cortada da roseira pode viver mais do que é o esperado... E o que gera a expectativa? O que garante que as flores murchem quando são tiradas do pé?&lt;br /&gt;E se a expectativa for de que as rosas não mais murcharão?&lt;br /&gt;Há 20 dias a rosa branca foi colocada no vaso. Sabe-se lá quando o floricultor cortou-a do galho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7443130673584365569-4022096432749594084?l=margeando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/feeds/4022096432749594084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7443130673584365569&amp;postID=4022096432749594084' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default/4022096432749594084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default/4022096432749594084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/2007/09/confiar-em-si.html' title='Confiar em si'/><author><name>Bia, mãe do Bento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07843202641065018333</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/_NJOeByroSFk/RuBXQT_wO8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZFClG_hSu3g/s72-c/Rosa+Branca+branca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443130673584365569.post-6124175693310790730</id><published>2007-08-30T12:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:43:10.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dando margem à alegria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NJOeByroSFk/RtcBmj_wOvI/AAAAAAAAADk/T2xfrPekyOg/s1600-h/Chap%C3%A9u+de+brom%C3%A9lia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NJOeByroSFk/RtcBmj_wOvI/AAAAAAAAADk/T2xfrPekyOg/s320/Chap%C3%A9u+de+brom%C3%A9lia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104550464657046258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos momentos em silêncio aos momentos de festa ela está sempre lá...&lt;br /&gt;É só saber olhar para dentro! E saber perguntar para si: "O que eu quero? O que me faz feliz agora?"&lt;br /&gt;E saber ouvir a resposta...&lt;br /&gt;Deixar ela chegar e fazê-la ficar!&lt;br /&gt;Seja bem vinda alegria!&lt;br /&gt;Venha curtir comigo este silêncio, olhar para estes peixinhos no aquário!&lt;br /&gt;Venha olhar as crianças brincando, e o cachorro fazendo festa na senhorinha!&lt;br /&gt;Venha ouvir o que o cara ali no ônibus tem a dizer, e vamos achar graça de tudo hoje!&lt;br /&gt;Vou esparramar tinta no papel e pintar um sol com a ponta do dedo!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu faça uma gaivota, ou talvez eu faça um borrão e, na tinta, esfregue toda a mão!&lt;br /&gt;Ai, quanto ponto de exclamação!&lt;br /&gt;Vou botar as pernas para o ar e ficar sentido o pé pesar!&lt;br /&gt;Vou subir no alto daquele morro e sentir o cheiro da maresia lá no alto!&lt;br /&gt;Vou plantar bananeira e pôr os pés na parede de cabeça para baixo!&lt;br /&gt;Vou deitar na areia e esperar o mar me alcançar!&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar você falar o que você bem quer, mas só vou ouvir e lembrar o que eu gostar de escutar!&lt;br /&gt;E vou dar asas à imaginação! E vou amar! E vou sonhar! E vou fantasiar, gargalhar, espreguiçar, abraçar, perambular, saltitar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7443130673584365569-6124175693310790730?l=margeando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/feeds/6124175693310790730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7443130673584365569&amp;postID=6124175693310790730' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default/6124175693310790730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default/6124175693310790730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/2007/08/dando-margem-alegria.html' title='Dando margem à alegria!'/><author><name>Bia, mãe do Bento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07843202641065018333</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/_NJOeByroSFk/RtcBmj_wOvI/AAAAAAAAADk/T2xfrPekyOg/s72-c/Chap%C3%A9u+de+brom%C3%A9lia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443130673584365569.post-7821970791546505648</id><published>2007-08-17T12:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T12:36:46.939-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De repente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NJOeByroSFk/RsW-uj_wOcI/AAAAAAAAABM/ak_Poa-EsS8/s1600-h/Numa+ilha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NJOeByroSFk/RsW-uj_wOcI/AAAAAAAAABM/ak_Poa-EsS8/s320/Numa+ilha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099691860212857282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um instante repentino qualquer tudo acaba se transformando... quando cruza a margem de chegada... o limiar para que algo se transforme no oposto de sua essência.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é melhor desacelerar a corrida para não cruzar a chegada... mas um dia chega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De repente do riso fez-se o pranto&lt;br /&gt;Silencioso e branco como a bruma&lt;br /&gt;E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma&lt;br /&gt;E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente da calma fez-se o vento&lt;br /&gt;Que dos olhos desfez a última chama&lt;br /&gt;E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento&lt;br /&gt;E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, não mais que de repente&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante&lt;br /&gt;E de sozinho o que se fez contente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se do amigo próximo o distante&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante&lt;br /&gt;De repente, não mais que de repente."&lt;br /&gt;               (Vinicius de Moraes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7443130673584365569-7821970791546505648?l=margeando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.viniciusdemoraes.com.br/poesia/sec_poesia_busca_avan_view.php?id=160&amp;back_page=1' title='De repente'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/feeds/7821970791546505648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7443130673584365569&amp;postID=7821970791546505648' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default/7821970791546505648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default/7821970791546505648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/2007/08/de-repente.html' title='De repente'/><author><name>Bia, mãe do Bento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07843202641065018333</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/_NJOeByroSFk/RsW-uj_wOcI/AAAAAAAAABM/ak_Poa-EsS8/s72-c/Numa+ilha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443130673584365569.post-6256703372389818404</id><published>2007-08-16T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:24:24.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Margeando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NJOeByroSFk/Ruc_kD_wO9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TJ2Cqvx9F1I/s1600-h/escurecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109122191055666130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NJOeByroSFk/Ruc_kD_wO9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TJ2Cqvx9F1I/s320/escurecer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NJOeByroSFk/RsSgGT_wOYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uT3oYeSJcDA/s1600-h/escurecer+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A margem de um rio,&lt;br /&gt;a margem da página em branco.&lt;br /&gt;À margem da vida e,&lt;br /&gt;na margem da vida,&lt;br /&gt;a terceira margem.&lt;br /&gt;Chega-se à margem de chegada,&lt;br /&gt;à margem dos que chegaram,&lt;br /&gt;à margem dos que estão&lt;br /&gt;e à margem dos que se vão.&lt;br /&gt;Chega-se à margem da verdade&lt;br /&gt;e dos que dão margem à mentira.&lt;br /&gt;E margeando segue-se este rumo&lt;br /&gt;até o deságue na vastidão de um sentimento qualquer indizível.&lt;br /&gt;Segue marginal,&lt;br /&gt;exitante em mergulhar no córrego,&lt;br /&gt;leva o medo de dar as costas à margem&lt;br /&gt;e encarar o outro lado,&lt;br /&gt;a outra margem.&lt;br /&gt;E segue margeando,&lt;br /&gt;marginal da lógica imposta&lt;br /&gt;de um padrão descabido&lt;br /&gt;da felicidade plena e momentânea do pertencimento.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7443130673584365569-6256703372389818404?l=margeando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/feeds/6256703372389818404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7443130673584365569&amp;postID=6256703372389818404' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default/6256703372389818404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443130673584365569/posts/default/6256703372389818404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeando.blogspot.com/2007/08/margeando.html' title='Margeando'/><author><name>Bia, mãe do Bento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07843202641065018333</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/_NJOeByroSFk/Ruc_kD_wO9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TJ2Cqvx9F1I/s72-c/escurecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
