<?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-5597761</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:12:23.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107837089188647660</id><published>2004-03-04T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T00:30:21.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se você vier me perguntar por onde andei...An-ham.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107837089188647660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107837089188647660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107837089188647660' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107396717943851167</id><published>2004-01-13T01:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T02:27:51.716-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tanto tempo sem escrever, né?Os últimos dias, talvez de uns dois ou três meses pra cá, têm sido de muito pensar sobre a vida, fazer planos, esquecê-los, pesar importâncias, questionar valores, analisar as justificativas que eu me apresento para ser como sou, fazer o que faço, dizer o que digo. Momento mesmo de confrontar o discurso - mais ou menos interno - com a realidade que se manifesta nos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107396717943851167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107396717943851167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107396717943851167' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107344346813558755</id><published>2004-01-07T00:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T01:37:35.576-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>é absolutamente frustrante não poder escrever na hora em que sinto vontade. maldita tecnologia, capitalismo do caralho, merda de repressão no escritório! dá vontade de sacar uma bazuca e sair detonando tudo.e eles acham que assim, com meia internet, a gente produz melhor...nos EUA eu processava todo mundo por tolherem minha liberdade de expressão. aqui, sofro resignado.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107344346813558755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107344346813558755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107344346813558755' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107343971677475889</id><published>2004-01-06T23:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T00:25:14.310-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eis que várias novidades, ou talvez só uma, mas são muitas pelo que significa: me matriculei na academia! é, de ginástica! e, como eu dizia agora há pouco, esse não é o fim, mas o meio para chegar a um objetivo que a sil sabe muito bem qual é. para o segundo semestre, mais assunto.e por falar em assunto, como é bom conversar muito com um amigo encontrado na sorte! dez latinhas de cerveja, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107343971677475889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107343971677475889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343971677475889' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107335869712313993</id><published>2004-01-06T00:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T01:12:48.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e aninha, eu ando pouquíssimo inspirado...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107335869712313993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107335869712313993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107335869712313993' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107335769537821614</id><published>2004-01-06T00:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T00:56:06.450-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>angelina jolie. que mulher linda.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107335769537821614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107335769537821614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107335769537821614' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107327124983789126</id><published>2004-01-05T00:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T23:25:38.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vixe...eu não entendo mais nada nesse mundo. e terça-feira vem aí!* * *renata gomes, eu te amo e tô morrendo de saudade de ti!* * *balla, teca e gabby, idem.* * *quero muito visitar salvador ainda nesse ano, mas antes vou ao rio e a brasília. próximo final de semana e março, respectivamente.* * *amanhã - ou daqui a pouco - é o primeiro dia de fato do ano das boas novas. cansei de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107327124983789126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107327124983789126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327124983789126' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107318761223570130</id><published>2004-01-04T01:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T01:41:21.543-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>estou em casa, e é absolutamente incrível o quanto isso pode ser confuso.* * *não tinha me dado conta da falta que uma tarde de sábado na benedito me faz.* * *eu vou para o céu, pode escrever.* * *não gosto de telefone, mas adoro surpresas! ;-]* * *e a resposta é sim.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107318761223570130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107318761223570130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107318761223570130' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107304615872265975</id><published>2004-01-02T10:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T23:02:40.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o ano começou, as férias estão acabando e eu falo e conto e escrevo tudo depois talvez, mas já deixo um recado para todas as pessoas (são muitas, são poucas, são vocês que sabem quem são) que eu levantaria no ar e giraria num abraço sem tempo, uma declaração escrita com dedos de vento no meu peito peludo e bronzeado para registrar o que, sendo sentido, há de ser mais e mais demonstrado:se a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107304615872265975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107304615872265975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107304615872265975' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107221530764450646</id><published>2003-12-23T19:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T19:36:06.076-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oi-ê!então.eu estou VIVO, muito vivo, vermelho feito carvão em brasa, mas caminhando para o tom (e a forma) de brigadeiro, bebendo muita água de côco e cachaça, comendo muito baião-de-dois, carne-de-sol, tapioca, rapadura e caju, encontrando muitos amigos, morrendo de saudade de (e pensando muito em) lula, suy, gabby, teca, rô, dani, ana, rafa, gui, bertinho, beth, fabi (é, você mesmo), sam, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107221530764450646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107221530764450646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107221530764450646' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107086037438699848</id><published>2003-12-08T02:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T03:13:37.450-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pois é, eu estou de F - É - R - I - A - S!!!é uma sensação de liberdade tão boa que o porre de ontem nem deixou ressaca, e ainda estou acordado e inteiro, apesar da correria sem fim para aprontar tudo antes da viagem: mil desculpas a todos os amigos com quem não consegui falar ou que não deram sorte de me achar para um último abraço no ano e um merecido puxão de orelhas. 2004 vai ser mais fácil </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107086037438699848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107086037438699848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107086037438699848' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107059761863656435</id><published>2003-12-05T01:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T02:14:18.716-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nem tão curtas nem tão rápidasestou me empolgando com esse negócio de botar títulos nos posts. me lembro das redações de colégio, quando todos os professores diziam para escrever primeiro e dar o título depois... eu nunca obedeci: passava uma hora inteira pensando um nome pra novela para então desenrolar os capítulos. e ainda prefiro do meu jeito.*não gosto de histórias pela metade. ou em </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107059761863656435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107059761863656435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107059761863656435' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107053280213118096</id><published>2003-12-04T08:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T01:30:08.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>awakenings: quando um degrau é muito alto e dificulta a passagem, escolher outro caminho pode ser mais sensato que insistir na lida.chuchu, obrigado. vou tentar não esquecer disso.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107053280213118096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107053280213118096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107053280213118096' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107050632130916674</id><published>2003-12-04T00:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T01:20:08.623-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>momento adoro/odeio:adoro dar aula de português;odeio garganta inflamada;adoro escrever;odeio chuva inesperada;adoro tracy chapman;odeio lavar calça jeans na mão;adoro cortar o cabelo;odeio ter que escrever;adoro óculos (os meus e nos outros);odeio suar como se estivesse no marrocos (em fortaleza, vou adorar);adoro trocar mil e-mails por dia com clara;adoro saber que sou igualzinho à </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107050632130916674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107050632130916674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107050632130916674' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107031789967613024</id><published>2003-12-01T20:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T00:42:59.013-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu queria que maria callas ainda estivesse viva.* * *aos amigos saudosos: gabby ligou ontem, de lisboa, para dar notícias. já conheceu mil bares e danceterias e reclama por pagar 7 euros na dose de uísque. promete fotos, a nêga.* * *minha garganta dói.minhas costas e joelhos dóem.minha cabeça dói muito.onde compro morfina em cápsulas?* * *nem tudo está perdido: ainda há quem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107031789967613024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107031789967613024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107031789967613024' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107023854218273737</id><published>2003-11-30T22:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T22:42:28.030-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>meu deus, que saudade grande.10 dias. quase 9.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107023854218273737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107023854218273737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107023854218273737' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107022947263057158</id><published>2003-11-30T18:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T01:32:31.030-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>estou com dor nas costas de tanto brincar de avião com minha sobrinha ontem. não tive saco para cozinhar nem ânimo para sair de casa até agora. não lavei roupa, não escrevi cartas, não arrumei mala, o telefone não tocou (como esperado, e acho que foi até melhor assim - mas eu queria, hoje eu precisava), agora fico aqui me debatendo com o relógio e a pouca vontade de me produzir para ir ao cinema </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107022947263057158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107022947263057158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107022947263057158' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107018153828245045</id><published>2003-11-30T06:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T06:45:39.373-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sabe aquela parte do beijo?pois é.la ra ri la ráááá...(triste é não sonhar e deixar de acreditar na fantasia)e a noite foi ótima!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107018153828245045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107018153828245045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107018153828245045' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-107011239418596865</id><published>2003-11-29T11:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T20:00:53.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mas, afinal, só as criaturas que nunca escreveram cartas de amor é que são ridículas.bethânia para começar o sábado muito bem, que ontem deu tempo de dar um passo e mexer no tabuleiro, ontem eu pude dar presentes especiais para pessoas especiais, ontem finalmente cheguei ao bar de tantas histórias, ontem recebi dinheiro e daqui a pouco vou comprar minha passagem para casa, la ra ri la rá! meu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107011239418596865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/107011239418596865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107011239418596865' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106998943127994097</id><published>2003-11-28T01:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T01:17:58.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>não estou escrevendo aqui porque estou escrevendo ali.e dá um trabalhão, viu?ai, que sono...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106998943127994097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106998943127994097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106998943127994097' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106996890030725830</id><published>2003-11-27T19:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T19:36:13.983-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PÁRATUDOAGORAEABREOCHAMPANHE!!!minha roomate mais sabida do mundo, ela mesma, e a baaaaaaaaaaaaaalla que sempre abala PASSARAM NA SELEÇÃO DA PÓS NA PUC! uma, doutor(and)a; outra, mestr(and)a: tô me sentindo tão orgulhoso...deu até vontade de largar minha graduação e tomar vergonha na cara, viu? eita, povo chique! por enquanto, vou comemorando as vitórias do chuchu e da marida!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106996890030725830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106996890030725830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106996890030725830' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106990249117293080</id><published>2003-11-27T01:02:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T19:39:33.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alguém poderia, por favor, morder (com jeitinho, devagar) minha coxa direita? bem ali, logo abaixo da bunda?estou carente, precisando de carinho. adoro ser bolinado.update: estava querendo tanto que publiquei esse post três vezes! aí, quando fui arrumar, terminei apagando os comentários... &lt;:-[</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106990249117293080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106990249117293080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106990249117293080' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106990178744815839</id><published>2003-11-27T00:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T00:56:58.996-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mais um dia, menos um dia.em duas semanas, estarei lá.depois de amanhã, dou um passo.no sábado, um café espera, duas sessões de cinema, sobrinho crescendo.em dez minutos preciso dormir.e ainda quero que um beijo seja para sempre.tempo.não o entendo nem sei lidar com ele.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106990178744815839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106990178744815839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106990178744815839' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106980977106585368</id><published>2003-11-25T23:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T23:23:22.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e lá vou eu enrolando os planos de novo...gê, prometo que vou criar vergonha nessa cara e fazer aquilo de que falamos na sexta passada. mesmo que precise perder uma ou duas noites de sono.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106980977106585368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106980977106585368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106980977106585368' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106980946212782002</id><published>2003-11-25T23:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T23:18:13.200-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e finalmente já tenho todos os remédios para minha pele doente: dermotivin, soapelle, ilosone, advantan, sun max, oxitrat e duas fórmulas exóticas. primeiras impressões:- na primeira aplicação de dermotivin, meu rosto virou vidro;- a bula do soapelle diz que eu tenho que esfregar o sabonete na área atingida até fazer espuma abundante, mas o troço não faz espuma;- tem o dizer "para acne" quase </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106980946212782002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106980946212782002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106980946212782002' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106980877668860284</id><published>2003-11-25T23:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T23:06:47.873-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>não existe mais nenhum site de hospedagem gratuita de imagens?o hpg e o sapo, pelo menos, só liberam acesso a quem paga pelo serviço ou assina o provedor. e eu, reles usuário pé-rapado, fico choramingando por não poder colocar aqui a imagem do dia...mandei para alguns amigos, por e-mail: era um relâmpago.me fez pensar em como é possível encontrar beleza naquilo que, muitas vezes, nos assusta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106980877668860284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106980877668860284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106980877668860284' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106971897461059560</id><published>2003-11-24T21:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T22:10:04.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pois é, está tudo ótimo.férias chegando, trabalho em dia, uma meia dúzia de perspectivas pra 2004, quilômetros de incerteza mas muita perna para apostar. a falta de escrever acompanha a falta de confusão mental para gerar assunto: tudo parece tão claro, não vejo motivo para complicar nada, qualquer problema parece tão simples quanto eu posso fazer ser.então, boa noite, bons sonhos, até amanhã, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106971897461059560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106971897461059560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106971897461059560' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106971638690199936</id><published>2003-11-24T21:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T22:14:15.390-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>estou vendo american idol, uma espécie de fama ianque. agora um tal de rickie smith canta "it might be you" pelo nariz, tentando emocionar o público. desafinadinho, o moço, viu? sou mais a nalanda.ou dona beco, mãe do gui, que ontem à noite deixou todos na mesa boquiabertos (pasmos ou fazendo backing vocal) resgatando os melhores sambas que o bar da dida já ouviu.mas eu simplesmente não consigo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106971638690199936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106971638690199936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106971638690199936' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106967518410266341</id><published>2003-11-24T09:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T10:00:13.793-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ainda estou bêbado.e atrasado.e ainda é segunda-feira.ai, ai, ai...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106967518410266341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106967518410266341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106967518410266341' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106965512929492926</id><published>2003-11-24T04:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T04:25:58.496-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bêbado, levemente embriagado para dizer que  amanhã de novo, amanhãn, robeti, vonte eu estraei poensando...foi bom.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106965512929492926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106965512929492926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106965512929492926' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106951273580517320</id><published>2003-11-22T12:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T12:52:43.686-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e lá vamos nóspara o mundo de ozver o primo casar -tem que prestigiar!na verdade eu queriaoutra roupa usarem boa companhiana praça sentar...tudo bem, vamos lávai ser bom, vai ser lindoamanhã é domingoque será, que será!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106951273580517320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106951273580517320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106951273580517320' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106947700763736178</id><published>2003-11-22T02:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T12:36:50.700-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>só eu e a folha branca à minha frente.só eu e o espaço branco na tela do computador à minha frente.depois da noite da cachaça com tanta gente boa, tento escrever qualquer coisa para o final de semana quando vou ficar longe da internet. como se qualquer coisa servisse, como se bastasse um "divirtam-se", como se meia dúzia de comentários fossem me fazer mais feliz. mas não é euforia do momento, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106947700763736178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106947700763736178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106947700763736178' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106938670638461102</id><published>2003-11-21T00:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T01:52:12.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e lá fui eu visitar a doutora dermatologista. loira, linda, branca feito leite puro... a pele, uma porcelana. eu, com a barba irritada, me sentindo um chokito na frente dela.aí, o que (na minha cabeça) deveria ser uma visitinha para ela me indicar um qualquer-troço que desse jeito nas espinhas virou um show de horror hospitalar! descobri - aliás, ela me mostrou - que sofro de eritrasma nas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106938670638461102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106938670638461102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106938670638461102' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106938229225582626</id><published>2003-11-21T00:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T00:38:38.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>la la rila rá...2004 vai ser um ano maravilhoso, sabia?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106938229225582626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106938229225582626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106938229225582626' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106928666864451487</id><published>2003-11-19T21:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T22:04:53.826-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>outro dia com cheiro de coisa boa no ar.algo me diz que essa noite vai ser, de um jeito ou de outro, perfeita!&gt;;-]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106928666864451487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106928666864451487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928666864451487' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106921188629525371</id><published>2003-11-19T01:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T01:18:30.513-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>de repente, eu entendi.que sensação esquisita!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106921188629525371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106921188629525371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921188629525371' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106919275237502732</id><published>2003-11-18T19:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T19:59:35.716-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e de repente bateu uma felicidade repentina, vontade de cantar e dançar, de beijar e abraçar todo mundo, não sei o que é. talvez seja o calor me lembrando de casa, talvez a amiga carioca que vou encontrar já já, talvez finalmente de volta à nati (meu reduto há tanto relegado), talvez uma meia dúzia de boas perspectivas, talvez tudo isso e mais um pouco de mágica no ar.deve ser a lua - vou já </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106919275237502732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106919275237502732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106919275237502732' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106919059064132337</id><published>2003-11-18T19:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T19:23:34.466-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um calor do inferno nos abate em são paulo.terra da garoa... sei. tá mais para sauna seca desregulada, isso sim.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106919059064132337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106919059064132337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106919059064132337' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106912395311104059</id><published>2003-11-18T00:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T00:52:55.763-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voltando pra casa minha cabeça parecia um liquidificador.É incrível: Balla é meu Morpheus, ela me tira da Matrix. Mas, por mais que brinque com meus óculos escuros, não sei se sou tão Neo para suportar a realidade.Eu queria muito ter chances, talvez eu as tenha todas, talvez as escolhas já foram feitas.Stand by?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106912395311104059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106912395311104059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106912395311104059' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106912334218017298</id><published>2003-11-18T00:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T00:42:44.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dryele.esse era o nome da namorada do gorpo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106912334218017298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106912334218017298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106912334218017298' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106904082199433741</id><published>2003-11-17T01:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T01:47:23.826-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vamos?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106904082199433741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106904082199433741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904082199433741' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106903852185470440</id><published>2003-11-17T00:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T01:09:04.170-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>para constar nos autos: não sei porque ainda me deixo convencer a freqüentar aquela casa do padeiro na rua da consolação. o lugar é quente, a comida não vale o preço e o atendimento, meu deus, é um pedido de "por favor, não volte". aliás, sem o "por favor".eu, como sou gentil e tenho vergonha na cara, não volto mais lá.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106903852185470440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106903852185470440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903852185470440' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106903683894739893</id><published>2003-11-17T00:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T00:41:00.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>em meio a tão pouca vontade de escrever, um evento digno de menção nesse final de semana: mais uma vez, a dupla dinâmica (eu e aquela outra) NÃO atacou.tá braba, a coisa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106903683894739893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106903683894739893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903683894739893' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106881820353413516</id><published>2003-11-14T11:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T11:57:02.700-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aperreio pouco é bobagem.uma hora dessas eu apareço.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106881820353413516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106881820353413516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106881820353413516' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106873371658418004</id><published>2003-11-13T12:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T12:31:12.310-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sumir é muito difícil.o celular pode ser desligado;os e-mails, não lidos;dá-se um jeito para não estar presente.mas não adianta, me sinto cercado.(...)preciso de férias. faltam 24 dias, vou contando.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106873371658418004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106873371658418004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106873371658418004' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106858720305074797</id><published>2003-11-11T19:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:20:11.653-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>de repente deu um estalo e senti muito fundo, quase feito uma agulhada, uma vontade de ligar o nojento mode. não sou uma flor de pessoa, não sou doce o tempo todo, às vezes também preciso de mais sarcasmo (por mim - sei que os outros não merecem). estou liso, quero perder peso, preciso me matricular em uma academia e o trabalho por aqui dobrou. motivo não falta para o humor azedar, mas eu não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106858720305074797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106858720305074797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106858720305074797' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106857490986294155</id><published>2003-11-11T16:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T01:08:25.653-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DIETA DO CHOCOLATE 1 - Coma uma barra de chocolate antes de cada refeição. Isso reduzirá seu apetite ao mínimo, e você comerá menos. 2 - Chocolate é um VEGETAL. Chocolate é feito de cacau (cacau = vegetal) e de açúcar. Açúcar é feito de cana ou de beterraba. Ambas são plantas, ou seja, vegetais. Logo, chocolate é, integralmente, um vegetal. Praticamente uma salada. 3 - Chocolate também leva </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106857490986294155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106857490986294155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106857490986294155' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-10685651584870232</id><published>2003-11-11T13:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T13:39:15.710-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>liberdade, ainda que à tarde.oh, yeah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/10685651584870232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/10685651584870232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10685651584870232' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106851549026573802</id><published>2003-11-10T23:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T23:51:27.410-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e se eu sumisse por um dia?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106851549026573802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106851549026573802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851549026573802' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106851132000216872</id><published>2003-11-10T22:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:19:08.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>olha o e-mail que eu recebi: --- "pronobis@uol.com.br"  escreveu:&gt; Data: Mon, 10 Nov 2003 02:04:46 -0200&gt; Para: truncati@yahoo.com.br&gt; Assunto: Resultado Sexy Test&gt; De: "pronobis@uol.com.br" &gt; &gt; &gt; RESULTADO DO SEX TEST&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&gt; &gt;  Olá,&gt; &gt; Seu amigo(a) pronobis@uol.com.br te sacaneou, &gt; todas as suas respostas foram enviadas para ele(a)!&gt; Para sacanear seus amigos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106851132000216872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106851132000216872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851132000216872' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106851038519791510</id><published>2003-11-10T21:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T22:26:22.693-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>essa segunda-feira foi um horror: minha estagiária recebeu uma proposta "irrecusável" e nos deixou; fiquei três horas e meia explicando juros, índices financeiros e cláusulas contratuais a um cliente turrão; almocei mal e passei o dia inteiro com muita dor de cabeça.cheguei em casa, desliguei o celular (ninguém merece meu mau humor), tomei um banho demorado, cozinhei algo para jantar e vou já </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106851038519791510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106851038519791510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851038519791510' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106843458417458408</id><published>2003-11-10T01:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T01:23:34.960-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>copiando dela:What would you whisper in my ears?nada como um guardanapo inesperado na noite de domingo para salvar o final de semana.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106843458417458408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106843458417458408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106843458417458408' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106839426677739783</id><published>2003-11-09T14:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:39:54.780-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>final de semana.você acorda disposto, apesar de ter dormido pouco. resolve não fazer a barba, vai trabalhar, dá tudo certo. encontra a amiga, passa em casa, toma um banho, escolhe uma roupa que te deixa atraente (você pensa), vai dar uma volta no shopping para comprar uma sandália para ela, comer qualquer coisa e talvez ver um filme. não consegue ver o filme, então gasta seu dinheiro com táxi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106839426677739783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106839426677739783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106839426677739783' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106830708620809255</id><published>2003-11-08T13:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T14:00:22.153-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>descobri, enfim: eu não sou gordo.eu sou é reimoso!é, tipo uma lagosta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106830708620809255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106830708620809255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106830708620809255' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106826101609624982</id><published>2003-11-08T00:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T01:23:05.250-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>luiz fernando guimarães tentando se fazer de macho enquanto fala de seus personagens gays, em entrevista ao jô soáres, é muito mais engraçado que "os normais".* * * * * * * * *por falar em jô, estou numa fase de intolerância maciça com pessoas que precisam se afirmar o tempo todo, ou que só falam de si mesmas, ou que tentam ser engraçadas, sagazes e mordazes o tempo todo. interpretei tanto o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106826101609624982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106826101609624982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106826101609624982' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106821071072275015</id><published>2003-11-07T11:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T11:11:58.606-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tá, eu também não entendi o post abaixo.e acho que ainda estou bêbado.e não, não acho isso bonito. hoje vou fazer retiro espiritual.(tomara que nenhum amigo mal-intencionado me seqüestre...)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106821071072275015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106821071072275015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106821071072275015' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106818217937617076</id><published>2003-11-07T03:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T03:18:11.970-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>depois dos cookies,  tento manter alguma clareza após o vinho, a cerveja, a cachaça e o forró que vai nos garantir o relento, no que depender dos vizinhos.quero dormir, só isso, amanhã.a gente vê como fica depois.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106818217937617076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106818217937617076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106818217937617076' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106818104740527590</id><published>2003-11-07T02:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T02:57:25.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ai, meu deus, outra noite de perdição...não tenho condição de  dizer mega revoluçãoes, mas conta pra gete ==ana</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106818104740527590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106818104740527590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106818104740527590' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106811440822517643</id><published>2003-11-06T08:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T08:26:46.340-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boca de gobi, ai...500 milhas indianápolis ressoando na cabeça, ai...estômago centrifugado, pernas frouxas e zero vontade de trabalhar.ai, ai, ai...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106811440822517643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106811440822517643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106811440822517643' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106808906294522921</id><published>2003-11-06T01:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T01:29:18.206-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>levemente embriagado de karaokí´, ninguém merece.fui lá cmemorar o aniverszáRI ODA OUTA e comemorar umas m´susicas bregas, cantei até endlesse love, foi ótimo, imagna uma pessoa sem a menor condição de acompanhar p e estava no teleprompter ou sei lá como chama aquele bicho, só sei que eu não cnseguia ler, tentava lembrar a letra de cor, mas wera tão difívil... aí eu liguewi para um monte de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106808906294522921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106808906294522921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106808906294522921' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106804194840495452</id><published>2003-11-05T12:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:19:41.016-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>le fabuleux anniversaire de claire beauté!e hoje minha amiga velma faz anos! agora são 47 – mas ela jura que tem menos! –, muito bem vividos e investigados!gatona, faz de conta que hoje à tarde a gente vai se encontrar naquela boa e velha sorveteria, rir muito e se apaixonar por cada transeunte que parecer sorrir ao longe. ou por cada e-mail com meia dúzia de palavras bonitas, bem do jeito que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106804194840495452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106804194840495452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804194840495452' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106790952020772648</id><published>2003-11-03T23:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T23:59:56.003-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>depois de ingerir cerca de 14 bilhões de calorias no jantar light que a chef preparou, resolvi voltar da casa do cabeção até a minha andando. cumpri o percurso cerqueira césar - vila madalena em 01h05min17s. um dínamo,  um projétil, praticamente uma ferrari bípede. isso sim é o que eu chamo de no limite.pois bem. depois dessa, vou mudar meu nome para kwika'poolemiki (que, na minha cabeça, aposto</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106790952020772648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106790952020772648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106790952020772648' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106782266264499419</id><published>2003-11-02T23:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T23:24:21.310-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>não costumo sonhar, ou não lembro do que sonho dormindo, pelo menos, mas na última noite eu tive muitos sonhos esquisitos e acordei tentando entender por que algumas imagens e pessoas ficam guardadas. como aquelas fotos que se mantém no fundo de uma caixa por faltar coragem para jogá-las no lixo ou no esquecimento.entendi que não dá para apagar as lembranças - o negócio é aprender a conviver com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106782266264499419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106782266264499419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106782266264499419' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106781356379819246</id><published>2003-11-02T20:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T20:57:16.250-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tocar a vida.hoje eu até me senti bonito de novo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106781356379819246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106781356379819246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106781356379819246' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106774978371437619</id><published>2003-11-02T03:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T03:11:57.130-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me desculpem, mas as minhas próprias inseguranças e imaturidades já me bastam. cada um que se vire para resolver sua vida, eu só posso contribuir com umas duas ou três palavras de incentivo ou dúvida. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106774978371437619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106774978371437619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106774978371437619' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106772227568556620</id><published>2003-11-01T19:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T19:32:13.936-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Românticos(Vander Lee)Vocais: Rita Ribeiro Românticos são poucos Românticos são loucos desvairadosQue querem ser o outro Que pensam que o outro é o paraíso Românticos são lindosRomânticos são limpos e piradosQue choram com baladasQue amam sem vergonha e sem juízoSão tipos populares que vivem pelos baresE mesmo certo vão pedir perdãoE passam a noite em claroConhecem o gosto raroDe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106772227568556620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106772227568556620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106772227568556620' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106770563053236046</id><published>2003-11-01T14:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T14:53:49.666-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>em tempo: sim, o meu humor flutua. leve, como uma pena.graças a deus.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106770563053236046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106770563053236046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106770563053236046' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106770545667932342</id><published>2003-11-01T14:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T14:50:55.840-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>recomendação médica: hoje fui caminhar no parque.eu e os outros velhinhos. "artrose precoce" é de lascar, né?então, como consegui o prodígio de acordar cedo e não desanimei ante o desafio, me sinto no direito de comemorar ali na praça, brindando de perto e de longe: eu com a minha cachaça; vocês, como preferirem.o sábado está lindo, sabe? vamos cantar bem alto, vamos?;-]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106770545667932342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106770545667932342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106770545667932342' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106766038419573745</id><published>2003-11-01T02:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T02:19:43.073-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alguém quando parte é porque outro alguém vai chegar(cartão postal, rita lee e paulo coelho)pois é. vou sentir saudade, gato. um bocado.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106766038419573745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106766038419573745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106766038419573745' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106763896786853220</id><published>2003-10-31T20:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T20:22:46.816-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vou procurar uma imagem bonita, um retrato, talvez, de um doce sorriso que eu lembre ter dado na infância ou daquele outro capturado no momento de mais amor. ou dos meus olhos tão sinceros mostrando tudo quanto eu sou, quanto eu era naquele momento.hoje eu me sinto particularmente incomodado com o passado. sinto algemas me prendendo a uma grade de espelhos refletindo cenas da minha história, e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106763896786853220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106763896786853220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106763896786853220' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106760866351416457</id><published>2003-10-31T11:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T11:57:41.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quem quer dizer o que sentenão sabe o que há de dizer.fala: parece que mente;cala: parece esquecer.(...)mas quem sente muito, cala;quem quer dizer quanto sentefica sem alma, nem falafica só, inteiramente!(fernando pessoa)comecei o dia azul, mas, num clique curioso, fiquei blue.não agüento mais essa montanha russa, estou quase com raiva de mim.coração escroto, me deixe em paz. ou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106760866351416457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106760866351416457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106760866351416457' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106755277646755178</id><published>2003-10-30T20:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T20:26:15.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>depois de ler isso, estou quase considerando desfilar por aí usando o tal lip gloss impala club...desespero, nada: empurrãozinho, eu chamo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106755277646755178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106755277646755178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106755277646755178' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106752526020111912</id><published>2003-10-30T12:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T12:47:29.506-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>esqueci os óculos em casa.sabe o que são três graus de miopia e astigmatismo?o mundo com jeito de renoir ou monet. e um tanto de dor de cabeça.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106752526020111912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106752526020111912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106752526020111912' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106748350085522320</id><published>2003-10-30T01:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T01:11:37.040-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>estou exausto. esgotado.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106748350085522320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106748350085522320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106748350085522320' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106748073643334807</id><published>2003-10-30T00:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T00:25:33.013-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tempos atrás, eu era outro. agora, me falta ousadia para ser imoral e amoral.um pouco de transgressão (me) faria bem.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106748073643334807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106748073643334807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106748073643334807' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106738264067935681</id><published>2003-10-28T21:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T01:06:23.980-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu quero que e preciso de muitas coisas. eu não sei nem pretendo viver tantas outras. é esquisita essa sensação de estar dentro de uma caixa de fósforos de platina ou marfim, descobrindo que ela contém muito mais segredos e simplicidade que eu jamais poderia imaginar. agora é como se as grandes questões não importassem e todos fôssemos peças ínfimas de um jogo misto de quebra-cabeças, estratégia,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106738264067935681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106738264067935681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106738264067935681' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106731368549346182</id><published>2003-10-28T01:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T02:03:23.900-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu queria falar de outras coisas, escrever poesia em prosa e brincar de jogo do contente, mas nem muletas encontro no fundo do meu baú agora. a sensação de iminência é tão desconfortável que é preciso organizar, controlar horários, buscar a simetria. e estabelecer metas imbecilmente virginianas de cumprir tarefas em prazos específicos e mágicos para, no caso de sucesso, estar garantida a paz, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106731368549346182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106731368549346182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106731368549346182' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106721659750203051</id><published>2003-10-26T22:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T23:05:27.203-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vontade de ficar quieto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106721659750203051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106721659750203051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106721659750203051' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106712122891097345</id><published>2003-10-25T20:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T20:33:48.363-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dói, ainda dói. dói ver, encontrar, dói dar um abraço cordial e distante, dói pensar que há tanta gente por aí, tanta oferta, tanta tentação, como dói me sentir menos especial do que pensava ser.agora aprendi que nem sempre o amor é suficiente, e essa lição é MUITO foda.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106712122891097345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106712122891097345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106712122891097345' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106705430040121191</id><published>2003-10-25T01:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T01:58:19.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>era para ter proposto isso mais cedo, mas teve o jantar, depois o encontro, depois o jantar + encontro, e a saliva ficou roxa de vinho - que linda! - e agora eu tô bêbado e pensando que os tânicos têm seu momento e que teca é realmente linda e que gabby é realmente louca e que já sei do que pode dar certo - não tenho tempo a perder, só a ganhar!mas eu queria mesmo propor um brinde nesta noite, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106705430040121191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106705430040121191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106705430040121191' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106700675558972195</id><published>2003-10-24T12:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T12:45:55.003-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aproveitando bem rapidinho a brecha pra dizer:olha como essa sexta-feira amanheceu bonita!ontem à noite ainda pensei pesado, mas hoje estendi as roupas no varal, guardei a louça lavada e deixei um incenso de sândalo aceso no quarto: incrível como a simplicidade de arrumar as coisas pode aquietar o espírito.mais tarde, a noite. não sou pardo, já fui gato, quero brilho.vou abraçar a lua numa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106700675558972195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106700675558972195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106700675558972195' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106695314853418892</id><published>2003-10-23T21:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T22:22:08.383-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CURRICULUM VITAE (o meu, agora)quando era bem pequeno, ia aos bailes de carnaval vestido de superman, com um chapéu de orelhas do mickey maior do que a minha cabeça, mas que eu adorava. um pouco mais tarde, ganhei uma fantasia de peixe, vermelha brilhante, e desde então sou do mar.passei dias internado em um hospital, com difteria, comendo bife torrado e batata frita que minha vó fazia só para</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106695314853418892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106695314853418892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106695314853418892' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106688268348239192</id><published>2003-10-23T02:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T02:18:03.406-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>já que não escrevo, copio:CURRICULUM VITAE Eu já dei risada até a barriga doer, já nadei até perder o fôlego, já chorei até dormir e acordei com o rosto desfigurado.Já fiz cosquinha na minha irmã só pra ela parar de chorar, já me queimei brincando com vela.Eu já fiz bola de chiclete e melequei todo o rosto, já conversei com o espelho, e até já brinquei de ser bruxo.Já quis ser astronauta, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106688268348239192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106688268348239192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106688268348239192' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106688019051236286</id><published>2003-10-23T01:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T01:36:30.126-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>escrever também é prisão.só por isso estou acordado a essa hora, em frente ao computador, caindo de sono, teimando para ainda registrar qualquer coisa por qualquer motivo.ainda que não seja o cotidiano, porque é banal e só interessa a mim.nem o estado do coração, que ainda preciso me distanciar disso um pouco.não elaborei ainda o necessário para falar sobre o passado no (meu) presente.sobre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106688019051236286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106688019051236286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106688019051236286' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106679511595979928</id><published>2003-10-22T01:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T01:58:35.250-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu só queria ter ouvido aquela música na hora certa.i know it's late, I know you're weary i know your plans don't include me still here we are, both of us lonely longing for shelter from all that we see (...)we've got tonight who needs tomorrow? let's make it last let's find a way turn out the light come take my hand now we've got tonight why don't you stay?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106679511595979928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106679511595979928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106679511595979928' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106679305285457733</id><published>2003-10-22T01:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T02:06:31.770-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>não sou amigo do tipo que beija na boca e eventualmente vai pra cama, se dá vontade. sou metódico, preciso de definições claras e funções bem definidas, não consigo transitar entre afetos distintos com tranqüilidade (nesse "distintos" já revelo minha incapacidade de lidar com relações obtusas, ditas liberais).sou romântico a ponto de não me conseguir precaver contra minha própria ingenuidade. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106679305285457733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106679305285457733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106679305285457733' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106670811682853402</id><published>2003-10-21T01:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T01:48:36.483-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu só queria sonhar com a cabeça deitada num travesseiro de carne, cheiro e ternura.</summary><link rel='edit' 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cratera no resto que sobrou dentro do peito.e a cereja, agora, cadê?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106668976758022000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106668976758022000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106668976758022000' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106662147619086977</id><published>2003-10-20T01:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T20:53:41.070-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>00:00 marcava o relógio do metrô quando passei a catraca da estação vila madalena, andei devagar como se não exisitisse compromisso - essa palavra com cheiro de cárcere -, usei 30 minutos da noite para o percurso de 15 que me traria até em casa, pensei nas imensas coincidências que se espremem para caber nesse mundo tão pequeno, me permiti devanear nas lembranças e cutucar feridas ainda abertas, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106662147619086977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106662147619086977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106662147619086977' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106655076743274130</id><published>2003-10-19T05:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T06:06:07.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bem tentei, mas não tinha rosto nenhum que eu quisesse ver.a batida, a luz, o álcool, nada ajudou a dispersar a vontade do teu sorriso, do calor do teu abraço, daquele beijo que é só teu e meu.fora o medo de chegar lá e te encontrar em outros braços, que é o mesmo de te saber mais feliz do que eu pude, ou um replay do pesadelo de antes, medos que me consomem muito mais do que eu esperava ou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106655076743274130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106655076743274130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106655076743274130' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106643672732287756</id><published>2003-10-17T21:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T21:25:27.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>daniela abade tarda e às vezes falha, mas dessa vez ela prometeu e cumpriu: o mundo perfeito entrou em órbita, finalmente! e ficou lindo!também, o leiaute é do meu amigo cabeção - que é bom pra caralho no que faz, vamos combinar -, então só podia dar tudo certíssimo!ótima notícia pra essa sexta-feira escrota, viu?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106643672732287756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106643672732287756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106643672732287756' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106636499654473678</id><published>2003-10-17T01:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T01:29:56.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>êba! a roomate é mestra!e eu estou um caco, depois de tanto trabalho e de duas vodkas.que bom que já é sexta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106636499654473678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106636499654473678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106636499654473678' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106632218282862130</id><published>2003-10-16T13:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T00:42:27.590-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>é que às vezes o chão, o chão às vezes parece ter uma textura estranha de chiclete, cedendo - não frágil: macio - aos pés, distorcendo o horizonte, enganando a mão sobre o apoio seguro das paredes, grudando na sola do sapato e empatando o percurso que deveria ser natural, mas já não é. então são os olhos que precisam de equilíbrio, cabe a eles nivelar o espaço para garantir o sustento do corpo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106632218282862130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106632218282862130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106632218282862130' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106627304292764096</id><published>2003-10-15T23:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T00:02:19.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"água mole em pedra dura tanto bate até que fura.""quando deus fecha uma porta, abre uma janela.""de grão em grão a galinha enche o papo.""vamos em frente, que atrás vem gente.""deus escreve direito por linhas tortas.""depois da tempestade, a calmaria.""nada como um dia após o outro.""há males que vêm para o bem.""devagar se vai ao longe."e assim vamos repetindo repetindo.(...)(...)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106627304292764096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106627304292764096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106627304292764096' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106627180534568209</id><published>2003-10-15T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T23:36:44.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dia do professor, ao que a experiência tem-me mostrado, não é dia de namorar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106627180534568209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106627180534568209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106627180534568209' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106627134937048212</id><published>2003-10-15T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T23:29:09.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sabe aquela música bonita que tava tocando?parou.e por mais que eu deseje acreditar que é apenas uma mudança de faixa, não deixo de pensar que o disco acabou.impressionante como às vezes o silêncio incomoda.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106627134937048212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106627134937048212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106627134937048212' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106617719664839127</id><published>2003-10-14T21:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T01:52:45.713-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o gosto foi outro, nada de frutas vermelhas. nem cítrico nem doce.hoje amanheci amuado, diplomático, eficiente.trabalhei com afinco, almocei sem prazer, troquei de operadora de celular, destroquei, marquei médico, desmarquei, fui evasivo, fui invasivo, dei uma deixa, fiquei na mesma, joguei fora muitos velhos papéis inúteis, pensei no futuro, pesquisei preços de passagem para pasárgada, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106617719664839127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106617719664839127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106617719664839127' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-10660988462670291</id><published>2003-10-13T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T23:45:03.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e há outros espaços, sempre há! outros momentos - a gente é que, às vezes, não percebe! as chances não param de pular na nossa cara, os amores ocupam cada pérgola, dentro de cada concha há uma pérola, só é preciso o instrumento certo para libertar o que está guardado!a nova schin é ótima, minha marida é única, a noite é puta e eu vou deitar em berço muito esplêndido para amanhecer com gosto de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/10660988462670291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/10660988462670291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10660988462670291' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106601043405604125</id><published>2003-10-12T22:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T23:01:40.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ainda no limbo, mas as coisas estão se acertando:o trabalho anda menos trabalhoso.a leitura, (quase) em dia.vou dar um jeito na barriga até as férias.e voltar a dançar em janeiro.melhorando o sono, dormindo mais cedo - dormindo mais, aliás.incenso na sala.ansiedade inexplicavelmente sob controle. e o coração bem cuidado, aquecido, feliz.há flores colorindo a paisagem e perfumando os </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106601043405604125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106601043405604125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plurilexical.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106601043405604125' title=''/><author><name>outro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01242388597027783708</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597761.post-106600866642258123</id><published>2003-10-12T21:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T23:35:36.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>baléquando corpo é lápis, espaço é papel e música é motivo.(pequeno dicionário de palavras ao vento, a. f.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106600866642258123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597761/posts/default/106600866642258123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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