<?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-5537084940818975509</id><updated>2012-02-09T18:08:09.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pra onde vai</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praondevaioque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5537084940818975509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praondevaioque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana C. Bahia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hI7MTedp1gA/TzR4KcPb0JI/AAAAAAAAImU/TZ7HySD29XI/s220/mar_color1_peq.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5537084940818975509.post-8518269767225691643</id><published>2008-11-24T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:26:56.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nó</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;desfaz e volta. na falta do seu braço encostado no meu braço escrevendo. tenho guardado um barulho de vento dentro do peito. alguma coisa se alarga sob os nossos pés até desaparecer o chão. abri tudo para que você entrasse e de repente me dá vontade de sair correndo fechando portas e janelas. abrir a boca: essa dúvida. essa sede de nem sei / tropeço na sua aresta muda. na água que cai de um lugar desconhecido. o que pulsa ou o que pensa – qual é o desenho que o seu desejo faz em mim? desfaz ou [&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5537084940818975509-8518269767225691643?l=praondevaioque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praondevaioque.blogspot.com/feeds/8518269767225691643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5537084940818975509&amp;postID=8518269767225691643' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5537084940818975509/posts/default/8518269767225691643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5537084940818975509/posts/default/8518269767225691643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praondevaioque.blogspot.com/2008/11/n.html' title='nó'/><author><name>Ana C. Bahia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hI7MTedp1gA/TzR4KcPb0JI/AAAAAAAAImU/TZ7HySD29XI/s220/mar_color1_peq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5537084940818975509.post-1141840917195226709</id><published>2008-02-23T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T08:27:04.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>depois do tempo sem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;queria encontrar um ritmo para suspender o que fica &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– entre a distância e o resto, o que deita e molha as horas&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;é que nunca vão me bastar as palavras&lt;br /&gt;todas&lt;br /&gt;todas elas&lt;br /&gt;formando um bloco surdo de matéria que não dá pra pegar com as mãos / porque ao contrário, eu te pego com as minhas e te deito muda no meu sem limite, te deito no meu colo íngreme e sem não &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5537084940818975509-1141840917195226709?l=praondevaioque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praondevaioque.blogspot.com/feeds/1141840917195226709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5537084940818975509&amp;postID=1141840917195226709' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5537084940818975509/posts/default/1141840917195226709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5537084940818975509/posts/default/1141840917195226709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praondevaioque.blogspot.com/2008/02/depois-do-tempo-sem.html' title='depois do tempo sem'/><author><name>Ana C. Bahia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hI7MTedp1gA/TzR4KcPb0JI/AAAAAAAAImU/TZ7HySD29XI/s220/mar_color1_peq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5537084940818975509.post-8630537481895595322</id><published>2007-05-28T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:37:28.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diálogo de ruptura</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;- Não é tanto que já não saibamos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Sim, sobretudo isso, não encontrar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mas talvez o tenhamos buscado desde o dia em que &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Talvez não, e apesar disso cada manhã que &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Puro engano, chega o momento em que a gente se olha como &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Quem sabe, eu ainda &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Não basta só querer, se além do mais não se tem a prova de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Está vendo, de nada vale essa segurança que &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Certo, agora cada um exige uma evidência frente a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Como se beijar fosse assinar um atestado, como se olhar ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortázar, in Um tal Lucas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5537084940818975509-8630537481895595322?l=praondevaioque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praondevaioque.blogspot.com/feeds/8630537481895595322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5537084940818975509&amp;postID=8630537481895595322' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5537084940818975509/posts/default/8630537481895595322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5537084940818975509/posts/default/8630537481895595322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praondevaioque.blogspot.com/2007/05/dilogo-de-ruptura.html' title='diálogo de ruptura'/><author><name>Ana C. Bahia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255543444973205137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hI7MTedp1gA/TzR4KcPb0JI/AAAAAAAAImU/TZ7HySD29XI/s220/mar_color1_peq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5537084940818975509.post-8893320300173913441</id><published>2007-04-05T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:47:06.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>em qual espaço do meu corpo você deitou</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If space is a material thing, does it have boundaries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If space does not have boundaries, do things then extend infinitely?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qual força transcende e destrói&lt;br /&gt;antes&lt;br /&gt;do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;depois dele – quando não cabe mais&lt;br /&gt;ser ___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atrás / através da imagem que o olho&lt;br /&gt;forma há&lt;br /&gt;uma sucessão de outras imagens&lt;br /&gt;cada uma outra sintonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outro lugar&lt;br /&gt;onde se deita / ou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qual limite se deita então e&lt;br /&gt;de quantos lados faces formas&lt;br /&gt;se faz&lt;br /&gt;se sente&lt;br /&gt;tudo / todos intervalos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5537084940818975509-8893320300173913441?l=praondevaioque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praondevaioque.blogspot.com/feeds/8893320300173913441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5537084940818975509&amp;postID=8893320300173913441' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5537084940818975509/posts/default/8893320300173913441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5537084940818975509/posts/default/8893320300173913441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praondevaioque.blogspot.com/2007/04/em-qual-espao-do-meu-corpo-voc-deitou.html' title='em qual espaço do meu corpo você deitou'/><author><name>Ana C. 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