<?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-3104204</id><updated>2011-06-30T19:08:34.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>:: bolha de sabão ::</title><subtitle type='html'>... rascunho, bloco de notas, palavras para as paredes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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>564</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104204.post-112195302136571295</id><published>2005-07-21T10:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T10:37:01.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nossa,  há quanto tempo eu não passava por aqui. Mudou tudo. Tudo mesmo. Só a Vivi pra fazer eu voltar :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/112195302136571295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/112195302136571295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112195302136571295' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-108059030690375718</id><published>2004-03-29T16:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T17:01:06.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Citações musicais e literárias em Panis et Circensis aqui</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/108059030690375718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/108059030690375718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108059030690375718' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-108050274296668013</id><published>2004-03-28T16:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T16:41:36.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Não há território interior no dominío cultural: ele está inteiramente situado sobre fronteiras, fronteiras que passam por todo lugar, através de cada momento seu (...). Todo ato cultural vive por essência sobre fronteiras: nisso está sua seriedade e importância; abstraído da fronteira, ele perde terreno, torna-se vazio, pretensioso, degenera e morre."(Questões de literatura e de estética - a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/108050274296668013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/108050274296668013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108050274296668013' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-107989863333620305</id><published>2004-03-21T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T16:54:44.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu preciso andar pra longe pra chegar perto. Só indo embora, na distância, converto em forma sensível, palpável, visível, risível. Esse é um adjetivo novo na minha palheta que se acostumou aos tons de cinza, à abúlica ausência de cor. Minha forma é espiral. Palavras em circunlóquio, dando voltas em si mesmas até desmaiarem de vertigem, borrando o senso – mancha de café no fundo da caneca pra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/107989863333620305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/107989863333620305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107989863333620305' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-107601732248654091</id><published>2004-02-05T18:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T19:00:05.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Foi inesquecível minha visita à Casa do Sol.  Uma das últimas entrevistas dela, acredito, por conta da reedição das obras pela Globo. Como a Somlivre.com tirou do ar (como todo o material produzido pela equipe de conteúdo), decidi republicar aqui. Foto Dafne SampaioO Êxtase da Senhora H"Sou eu esta mulher que anda comigo?"Sonetos que Não São30/01/2002 - Quando era criança, queria </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/107601732248654091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/107601732248654091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107601732248654091' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-107592794017569790</id><published>2004-02-04T17:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T18:01:12.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FASHION WEEK, O MEU BALANÇOAlguém aí me dá de presente toda a coleção do Jum Nakao?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/107592794017569790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/107592794017569790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107592794017569790' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-107461331000372031</id><published>2004-01-20T12:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:43:15.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O gangsterismo como fundamento do estilo de vida norte-americano, eufemisticamente justificado pelo vocabulário capitalista e iluminista, ou ilustrado, como prefere Tom Edison Jr. O pressuposto não é novo, como quase nada no filme de Lars von Trier. Mas e quem precisa de novidade, essa obsessão do mercado de consumo? Certamente  não o diretor dinamarquês, que procura a estética do teatro na tela,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/107461331000372031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/107461331000372031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461331000372031' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-107461166117644704</id><published>2004-01-20T12:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:15:47.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Puxa, bateu uma saudade de escrever aqui! Acho que ninguém mais visita essa paginazinha, a não ser por algum acidente de percurso, busca mal-sucedida ou algo assim. Escrevendo sobre música de novo. Bubblegum, Brill Building e mais dezenas de outros exemplos do pop descartável do fim dos 60 início dos 70. O que me deixa feliz, depois das discussões travadas nas férias desafiando a tal supremia da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/107461166117644704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/107461166117644704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461166117644704' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-106079336711813381</id><published>2003-08-13T13:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T13:54:13.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dentro de uma palavra genérica, duas ou mais coisas concretas ainda vivem e significam; a matéria do mundo, e não nós mesmos, é quem fala por meio de nossa voz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/106079336711813381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/106079336711813381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106079336711813381' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105847800650744928</id><published>2003-07-17T18:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T18:40:06.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHO??Alice foi para o país das maravilhas, mas eu caí num buraco bem mais fundo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105847800650744928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105847800650744928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105847800650744928' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105759505581282962</id><published>2003-07-07T13:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T13:24:15.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOSTALGIAO blog Ipisis Literis, da Denise, ressuscitou o header escritoras-que-amamos da Dani e minhas picaretadas cor-de-rosa no html. Sei que sou suspeita, mas continuo achando lindo :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105759505581282962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105759505581282962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105759505581282962' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105728839268422221</id><published>2003-07-04T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T00:13:12.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GNOOK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105728839268422221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105728839268422221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105728839268422221' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105674449416542164</id><published>2003-06-27T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T17:08:14.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye Swingtime - tb ouvi e gostei :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105674449416542164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105674449416542164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105674449416542164' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105674297371276545</id><published>2003-06-27T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T16:42:53.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost in Good Books - Characters in search of an exit - do NYT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105674297371276545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105674297371276545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105674297371276545' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105664247996665015</id><published>2003-06-26T12:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T12:47:59.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A arte é roubo, a arte é assalto à mão armada, a arte não é agradar a sua mamãe"[Sylvia Plath]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105664247996665015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105664247996665015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105664247996665015' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105657511440756741</id><published>2003-06-25T18:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T18:05:14.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>patricia is made fuck by the plumber</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105657511440756741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105657511440756741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105657511440756741' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105657111558982170</id><published>2003-06-25T16:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T16:58:35.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERELi lá no Divã do Demo que, se as mulheres voassem como nos quadros de Chagall, cagariam nas nossas cabeças.Escatológico, esse diabo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105657111558982170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105657111558982170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105657111558982170' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105656617934797565</id><published>2003-06-25T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T15:36:19.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só uma frase da matéria do NYT, muito emblemática:"The overall effect is of spending an afternoon with a once sardonic best friend overdosing on mood enhancers."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105656617934797565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105656617934797565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105656617934797565' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105656556252695955</id><published>2003-06-25T15:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T15:29:32.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLSTristeza, muita tristeza. Liz Phair rendeu-se ao estilinho Avril no disco novo. Tudo bem que ela não tinha feito mesmo nada de excepcional depois do Exile in Guyville - que está entre os meus top favoritos de minas de todos os tempos. Mas é terrível encarnar em atitude e figurino a adolescente revoltadinha aos 36... Depois dessa matéria no NYT, fui tentar ouvir o disco. E o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105656556252695955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105656556252695955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105656556252695955' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105640509023929675</id><published>2003-06-23T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T18:51:30.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Minha vida anda mesmo trash pra cacete. Tive de escrever um texto sobre Bruno &amp; Marrone. Senhor, piedade!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105640509023929675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105640509023929675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105640509023929675' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105640502743534149</id><published>2003-06-23T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T18:50:27.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu preciso me livrar da minha televisão. É sério. Ela tá fazendo um mal danado pro meu tempo e pro meu cérebro. E olha que nem TV a cabo eu tenho. Se eu tivesse, seria the couch potato itself. Mas não escapo do horror que é a programação da TV aberta.  Começa na hora do almoço. Ligo a TV pq comer sozinha é ruim pra caralho, aí assisto a bosta do Videoshow, zapeando pelos horrorosos programas de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105640502743534149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105640502743534149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105640502743534149' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105520139747304678</id><published>2003-06-09T20:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T20:29:56.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É difícil explicar a beleza de Bloco do Eu Sozinho e Ventura. Os dois discos têm algumas músicas medianas, não trazem grandes inovações. Mas certas canções saltam como as imagens de uma lanterna mágica, aquele brinquedo que gira e projeta sombras e cores, encantamento delicado e desilusão singela inundando a parede branca. Pra mim, isso acontece principalmente em "Assim Será" e "Adeus Você", do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105520139747304678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105520139747304678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105520139747304678' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105486173492085831</id><published>2003-06-05T22:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T15:19:06.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>só Daniela salva.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105486173492085831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105486173492085831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105486173492085831' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105485230937450170</id><published>2003-06-05T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T19:31:49.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu quero meus posts de volta!BASTARDS!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105485230937450170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105485230937450170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105485230937450170' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-105484307490677007</id><published>2003-06-05T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T16:57:54.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>help!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105484307490677007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/105484307490677007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105484307490677007' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-95303677</id><published>2003-06-04T19:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T19:37:04.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Tinha a vontade fraca. Não era anemia, nem verminose. Faltava-lhe vocação para o fazer. Murcho. A cabeça também não ajudava muito. Servia só para negar. Mas de que serve o não? Por que no fundo tudo se resume a realizar. E era o que não podia. O outro lado da moeda é a distância. Supunha que não existe algo como unir-se. Talvez tocar, de leve, quase como o vento. Um fio de cabelo fino e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/95303677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/95303677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95303677' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-95302851</id><published>2003-06-04T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T19:09:02.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> My Favourite Things Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with string, These are a few of my favorite things. Cream coloured ponies and crisp apple strudel, Door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings, These are a few of my favorite things. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/95302851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/95302851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95302851' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-95196701</id><published>2003-06-02T13:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T13:34:20.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hide behind your smileAll the world loves a clown</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/95196701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/95196701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95196701' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-95052239</id><published>2003-05-29T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T19:22:22.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou apaixonada  por "Out of Time" de Think Tank.Tão singela...you´ve been so busy latelythat you haven´t found the timeto open up your mindand watch the world spinninggently out of time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/95052239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/95052239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95052239' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-94948233</id><published>2003-05-27T14:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T14:24:02.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A consciência, porém, depende do outro. Para se ver é preciso haver o outro, que serve de espelho; ninguém se vê sozinho. É o outro que nos dá a medida do que somos, é nele que nos reconhecemos, nem que seja por oposição. O conto de London é tão mais brilhante por associar a invisibilidade de si ao desaparecimento do outro. Porque, curiosamente, livrar-se do outro é também perder a consciência de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/94948233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/94948233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94948233' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-94794454</id><published>2003-05-23T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T14:28:46.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais um textinho publicado na bala.Desta vez, sobre O Prazer de Decepcionar, do Eduardo Fernandes. Ele não gostou. Achou a interpretação "fraquíssima". Bom, a vida é assim, fazer o quê?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/94794454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/94794454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94794454' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-94759161</id><published>2003-05-22T20:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T20:19:07.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Roubei daqui, onde achei também um link para as fotos da versão com Richard Gere no papel de Belmondo. *suspiro*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/94759161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/94759161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94759161' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-94660744</id><published>2003-05-20T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T16:42:22.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fui assistir Luciana Stegagno Picchio falar sobre Murilo Mendes agora pouco. Poeta Italiano era o nome da conferência. Bem velhinha (adoro velhinhas!), maquiadíssima e muito simpática, contou histórias ótimas sobre ele. Disse que, quando ia a um concerto e não gostava, calmamente abria o guarda-chuva. Que se escondia na escadaria do palazzo de Roma onde morava para espiar Audrey Hepburn, sua </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/94660744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/94660744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94660744' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-93595768</id><published>2003-05-01T11:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T13:07:47.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH YEAHAê, finalmente gravei meu programinha no UltraStudio.:: “Addicted to Love” | Ciccone Youth | Ciccone Youth:: “Rebel Prince” | Poses | Rufus Wainwright:: “Non Affair” | Pink Elephant | Mick Harvey:: “In Pursuit of Happiness” | A Short Album About Love | Divine Comedy:: “Summerfling” | Invincible Summer | k d lang:: “Two of Us” | I Am Sam | Aimée Mann:: “Magpie” | Death By </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/93595768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/93595768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93595768' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-92400201</id><published>2003-04-10T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T23:23:07.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ivana, a TerrívelTexto meu, na novíssima revista balaE Fred, valeu por publicar :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/92400201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/92400201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92400201' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-91915995</id><published>2003-04-03T11:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T11:50:43.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PAREM AS MÁQUINAS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Chico Buarque é clonado e já pode ser encontrado nas melhores lojas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/91915995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/91915995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91915995' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-91797181</id><published>2003-04-01T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T19:00:04.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hugo Wolf tem sido chamado de 'Wagner do Lied', e há algo de verdade nessa descrição. Mas embora fosse um grande admirador de Wagner, ele nunca foi um mero imitador. Wolf foi o primeiro compositor de canções a empregar o princípio wagneriano de declamação contínua. Sua linha melódica e fraseado não seguem o metro do verso, mas enfatizam o sentido das palavras. Hugo Wolf era um homem de letras; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/91797181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/91797181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91797181' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-91565584</id><published>2003-03-28T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T17:40:25.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A virtude está no meioO efeito da história da literatura na cabeça dos escritores (versão ampliada e revisada) | por Mari E. Messias | Fraude</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/91565584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/91565584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91565584' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-91562712</id><published>2003-03-28T16:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T16:44:22.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De volta à vida com computador. E agora um bem bonito, com monitor grande, conexão decente. Semana cheia de boas coisas: aula do Pasta, que está sendo devidamente anotada, e a descoberta da matriz do Basto-me. Acho que não tenho mais escapatória: vai ser literatura sim, de preferência brasileira, a minha tentativa de mestrado. E a entrevista da Ivana Arruda Leite. Mulher interssantíssima e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/91562712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/91562712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91562712' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-91179970</id><published>2003-03-22T11:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T11:50:38.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todos os Contos de Machado - FSP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/91179970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/91179970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91179970' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-91161944</id><published>2003-03-22T00:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T00:51:45.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ao sabor das "Horas" | PRP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/91161944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/91161944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91161944' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-91161702</id><published>2003-03-22T00:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T00:45:35.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recordações do presente| no mínimo | Paulo Roberto Pires</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/91161702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/91161702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91161702' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-90810958</id><published>2003-03-16T15:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T15:09:33.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Casa de Adão no Paraíso - FSP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90810958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90810958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90810958' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-90810309</id><published>2003-03-16T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T14:51:23.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trashtalk - William Safire</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90810309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90810309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90810309' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-90779176</id><published>2003-03-15T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T19:54:47.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A InfluênciaE, finalmente, nunca se deve desprezar a possibilidade de conter os estados de ânimo do seu próprio coração, pois esta é a base da liberdade humana.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90779176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90779176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90779176' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-90765289</id><published>2003-03-15T13:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T13:09:52.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Essa astúcia sem vítimas talvez seja a literatura, e a atividade crítica de Roland Barthes seria, então, equivalente à de um detetive que não se preocupa em incriminar ninguém -de forma bem diversa, note-se de passagem, dos terríveis julgamentos que uma de suas influências, Jean-Paul Sartre, gostava de fazer naqueles tempos. A tendência de Barthes é a de mobilizar máxima agudeza na descoberta de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90765289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90765289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90765289' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-90359742</id><published>2003-03-08T13:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T13:52:31.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fugindo da Própria Sombra"As lembranças são necessárias, mas para serem esquecidas, para que nesse esquecimento, no silêncio de uma profunda metamorfose, nasça finalmente uma palavra, a primeira palavra de um verso. Aqui, experiência significa: contato com o ser, renovação de si mesmo nesse contato."Estas palavras, escritas em "O Espaço Literário", podem servir como um instantâneo da obra do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90359742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90359742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90359742' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-90311851</id><published>2003-03-07T14:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T14:53:30.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não resisti.Este pobre navegante meu coração amante Enfrentou a tempestade. No mar da paixão e da loucura.Fruto da minha aventura em busca da felicidadeAh coração meu engano foi esperar por um bemDe um coração leviano que nunca será de ninguémCoração Leviano | Paulinho da Viola</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90311851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90311851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90311851' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-90157612</id><published>2003-03-05T01:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T01:52:54.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Golden Asse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90157612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90157612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90157612' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-90157385</id><published>2003-03-05T01:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T01:48:24.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fui num bar de samba no Carnaval. Aqui em São Paulo, o lugar mais alheio à festa em todo o Brasil. O Carnaval de São Paulo só ganha fagulhas de animação porque no dia seguinte não tem trabalho. Pelo menos o ócio. Na porta, uma escultura colorida do Cartola com seus indefectíveis "shades" recepcionava a meia dúzia de pessoas que chegaria durante a noite. As figuras do samba continuavam dentro, em</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90157385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90157385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90157385' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-90064276</id><published>2003-03-03T16:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T16:24:38.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oba! Uma reunião "minas" em pleno Carnaval! Tou aqui com a Lili e a Mari na casa da Lili. Chove muuuuuito, mas é tão bom estar com as amigas :-)  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90064276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90064276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90064276' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-90023933</id><published>2003-03-02T22:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T22:41:47.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vai ler já a A Máquina do Mundo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90023933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90023933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90023933' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-90023389</id><published>2003-03-02T22:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T22:30:31.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ex pres são. Como uma válvula de panela apitando ao fundo, aquela que eu ouvia 5 da tarde, com luz cor de laranja, encolhida no quintal, escondida no vão da máquina de costura. Você já comeu azedinhas? Uns trevinhos praga de jardim que eu achava mais gostoso que biscoito. Roubava escondida. Caldo de feijão no pão antes do jantar. E a cor do céu. No fundo, pairando sempre desolada, a mãe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90023389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/90023389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90023389' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-89877162</id><published>2003-02-27T23:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T13:15:08.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O livro do Alfredo Bosi é de 88. Essa é uma reedição, pela 34, "acrescida de novos ensaios". De cara, caí no texto sobre A Máquina do Mundo, do Drummond. Começa anunciando que "o primeiro contato com a máquina do mundo convida a uma leitura metafísica". A construção é clara ao mostrar que essa leitura não será a tese do ensaio, que o autor irá além. Fará uma segunda e uma terceira e uma síntese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89877162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89877162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89877162' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-89874878</id><published>2003-02-27T23:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T23:15:45.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A palavra que eu leio (lego: colho), na sua ingrata renitência sobre a página do livro, desafia-me como a pergunta da Esfinge. A resposta pode variar ao infinito, mas o enigma é sempre o mesmo: o que quero dizer?Ler é colher tudo quanto vem escrito. Mas interpretar é eleger (ex-legere: escolher), na messe das possibilidades semânticas, apenas aquelas que se movem no encalço da questão crucial:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89874878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89874878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89874878' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-89874396</id><published>2003-02-27T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T23:06:12.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amanhã é meu último dia na SL. Ufa! Acabou. E agora? Agora começa tudo de novo, como eu sempre acabo fazendo. Um, dois, três, bum! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89874396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89874396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89874396' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-89874061</id><published>2003-02-27T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T22:59:46.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dani, obrigadíssima pelo header. Adorei :-) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89874061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89874061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89874061' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-89509564</id><published>2003-02-21T15:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T15:29:59.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um bom livro de ficção pura tem um barato, uma potência da criação, do fazer literário, que os outros não têm. É uma alegria aquele negócio, é libertário para o ser humano em geral. E acho que todas essas modas, essas tentativas de fazer literatura agradável, vão reduzindo, ou desviando a atenção dessa potência que a literatura pode ter. Tudo bem que é para poucos.Bernardo Carvalho fala sobre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89509564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89509564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89509564' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-89335083</id><published>2003-02-18T20:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T15:11:30.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aí em cima: Oriental Poppies - Georgia O'Keeffe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89335083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89335083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89335083' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-89327385</id><published>2003-02-18T18:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T18:35:54.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clara, em nova biografia (mal-falada pelo NYT), e um site com a tradução de suas lieder</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89327385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89327385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89327385' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-89047244</id><published>2003-02-13T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T16:33:49.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89047244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/89047244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89047244' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88986141</id><published>2003-02-12T16:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T19:49:25.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOMENTO BEATLES DESCONTROL(imagine a cítara, que fica muito mais legal)Love You Too Each day just goes so fastI turn around - it's pastYou don't get time to hang a sign on me Love me while you canBefore I'm a dead old man A lifetime is so shortA new one can't be boughtBut what you've got means such a lot to me Make love all day longMake love singing songs There's people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88986141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88986141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88986141' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88932062</id><published>2003-02-11T18:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T18:15:20.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What time period are you a Beatle from?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88932062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88932062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88932062' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88931900</id><published>2003-02-11T18:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T18:12:51.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Beatle girl are you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88931900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88931900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88931900' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88931852</id><published>2003-02-11T18:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T18:11:34.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Beatles' song are you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88931852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88931852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88931852' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88923928</id><published>2003-02-11T15:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T15:28:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maitena - Superadas (veja em dibujos ou libros) é o melhor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88923928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88923928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88923928' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88918980</id><published>2003-02-11T13:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T14:11:22.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LANÇAMENTO: 17 de fevereiro, a partir das 18h30, na Livraria Cultura</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88918980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88918980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88918980' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88760668</id><published>2003-02-08T14:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T14:11:03.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>17. SUI SEGUIRAcima: TUI, A ALEGRIA, LAGO. Abaixo: CHÊN, O INCITAR, TROVÃO.Nove na quinta posição significa: Sincero no bem. Boa fortuna. Todo homem precisa ter algo a que seguir, algo que lhe sirva de guia. Aquele que segue com convicção a beleza e a bondade deve sentir-se fortalecido por estas palavras.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88760668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88760668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88760668' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88760688</id><published>2003-02-08T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T14:07:55.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Luna ParqueEu julgava que aquilo eraum Luna Parquesaía-se como se entravae não acontecia nada irreversível duranteé o que é um Luna Parquequando se é adolescentemas nãoquando dei por mimjá lá estava dentroe não me lembravade ter entradoquando disse agora quero-meir emborariram-se ah minha ricadeste Luna Parque não se saiquem cá vem não voltanão se volta atrásentão comecei a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88760688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88760688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88760688' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88582614</id><published>2003-02-05T07:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T07:10:07.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Sobre os prazeres de usar xampu - 05/02/2003Marcelo Coelho - FSP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88582614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88582614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88582614' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88488769</id><published>2003-02-03T17:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T11:35:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>click here to find out which Beatle are you!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88488769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88488769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88488769' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88488592</id><published>2003-02-03T17:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T17:19:50.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a Parisian. What's your Inner European? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88488592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88488592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88488592' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88222290</id><published>2003-01-29T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T17:07:57.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Herchcovitch faz desfile-baile dos anos 1950 no SPFWE eu quero uma camiseta de Branca de Neve.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88222290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88222290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88222290' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88171235</id><published>2003-01-28T16:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T16:49:10.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saiu de casaDe terno tropical,Camisa creme,Lenço e gravata igual.Jantou e saiu, satisfeito,Pra antes da meia-noiteMorrer com um tiro no peito.Cravo Branco | Paulo Vanzolini em Acerto de Contas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88171235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88171235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88171235' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88156037</id><published>2003-01-28T11:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T11:29:01.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This time, however, the act of theft is so deliberate and heavy-handed that the resulting book feels like a dogged, mercenary rewrite meant to showcase Mr. Self's voyeuristic fascination with drugs, rough sex and wretched excess and his penchant for easy moralism.Michiko Kakutani, no NYT, sobre Dorian, de Will Self</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88156037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88156037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88156037' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88018995</id><published>2003-01-25T18:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T18:33:59.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acabei o Estado de Sítio. Mais umas citaçõeszinhas...O COROAo mar! Ao mar! O mar há de nos salvar. Ele não quer saber das doenças e das guerras, já viu e acobertou muitos governos! Quer apenas oferecer as manhãs vermelhas e as tardes verdes e, ao longo da noite, bater incessantemente suas águas debaixo do céu estrelado!Oh! Solidão, deserto, batismo de sal! Ficar só diante do mar, contra o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88018995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88018995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88018995' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-88018235</id><published>2003-01-25T18:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T18:11:50.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Na narração de Camus, o personagem está longe de ser irônico, cínico ou relativista. A respiração, a tensão, a poesia e a controlada dramaticidade da voz do escritor não deixam dúvidas: Meursault é um herói trágico.  FSP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88018235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/88018235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88018235' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-87958246</id><published>2003-01-24T12:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T12:09:27.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Journeys are a matter of leaving, not arriving"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87958246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87958246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87958246' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-87957790</id><published>2003-01-24T11:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T11:57:45.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woolf in chic clothingResenha "culturalista", falando mais da vida (do abuso sexual à frigidez e ao esnobismo) do que da obra. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87957790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87957790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87957790' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-87902944</id><published>2003-01-23T12:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T12:47:25.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Norman Mailer Ruminates on Literature and Life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87902944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87902944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87902944' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-87797205</id><published>2003-01-21T16:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T16:41:19.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87797205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87797205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87797205' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-87794307</id><published>2003-01-21T15:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T15:38:18.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aprender a nadar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87794307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87794307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87794307' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-87790945</id><published>2003-01-21T14:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T14:26:37.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lendo a introdução do Estado de Sítio, de Albert Camus, conheci a expressão "tragédia moderna", uma das aspirações do autor com essa peça. "No entanto, se nos ativermos a uma distinção que ele fizera três anos antes, não se imagina como Estado de Sítio pode ser uma tragédia: 'A tragédia difere do drama ou do melodrama. Esta me parece ser a diferença: as forças que se enfrentam na tragédia são </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87790945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87790945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87790945' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-87603867</id><published>2003-01-17T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T16:37:16.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vem comigo no meu barco azul,Vou te levar,Pra navegar,Nos rios da Babilônia</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87603867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87603867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87603867' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-87568936</id><published>2003-01-17T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T00:44:04.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voluptas, uma das três graças da Primavera, filha de Eros e Psiquê </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87568936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87568936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87568936' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-87493379</id><published>2003-01-15T17:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T17:43:06.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Quero deixar claro que não foi a impotência que me levou a me tornar um recluso. Pelo contrário. Eu já vivia escrevendo na minha cabana de quarto e sala na serra de Berkshire havia cerca de um ano e meio quando, após um check-up rotineiro, recebi um diagnóstico preliminar de câncer de próstata e, um mês depois, tendo realizado mais exames, fui a Boston para ser operado. O que estou dizendo é que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87493379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87493379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87493379' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-87492218</id><published>2003-01-15T17:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T17:19:58.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Odeio o ácido lático. E tenho dito.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87492218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87492218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87492218' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-87425952</id><published>2003-01-14T14:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T14:33:36.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>22. PI GRACIOSIDADE (BELEZA)   Este hexagrama mostra um fogo que irrompe das misteriosas profundezas da terra e cujas chamas ascendem iluminando e embelezando a montanha, as alturas celestiais. A graciosidade, a beleza da forma, é necessária em toda união para que esta se realize de modo ordenado e agradável, e não desordenado e caótico. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87425952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87425952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87425952' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-87319964</id><published>2003-01-12T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T18:53:40.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Sempre foi minha opinião que, quando um homem se propõe com determinação a fazer alguma coisa e não pensa em nada além de seu desígnio, deve ter sucesso apesar de todas as dificuldades em seu caminho: uma dessas pode transformá-lo em papa ou grão-vizir, ele pode derrubar uma antiga linhagem de reis -desde que saiba aproveitar sua oportunidade e seja um homem de tino e pertinácia. Para ter êxito,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87319964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87319964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87319964' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-87068834</id><published>2003-01-07T15:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T15:01:08.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Depois do duplo, o grande tema que me apareceu pela frente foi a defesa da individualidade via manipulação da identidade em fuga das pressões sociais. E tudo por conta de dois caras: Coleman Silk, o protagonista de A Marca Humana (Philip Roth) e o nosso ministro José Dirceu. Os dois viveram um segredo - obscurecendo por anos a fio sua identidade para ter uma inserção social tranquila e legítima.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87068834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87068834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87068834' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-87062336</id><published>2003-01-07T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T12:22:59.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kill Bill, o novo filme do Tarantino, podia bem se chamar "gostosas assassinas". Pelo jeito, vai estar cheio de minas bonitonas manejando enormes espadas afiadas e espalhando sangue pelos quatro cantos da tela.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87062336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/87062336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87062336' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-86555360</id><published>2002-12-26T15:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T15:22:26.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/86555360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/86555360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86555360' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-86348563</id><published>2002-12-21T01:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T01:33:52.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DURAÇÃO. Sucesso. Nenhuma culpa. A perseverança é favorável. É aconselhável ter onde ir.  A duração é um estado em que obstáculos não conseguem esgotar o movimento. Não é uma condição de repouso, pois a mera imobilidade significa na verdade um retrocesso. A duração é o movimento de uma totalidade organizada e completa em si mesma. Esse movimento está sempre se renovando. Ele se realiza </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/86348563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/86348563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86348563' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-86234887</id><published>2002-12-18T17:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T23:55:25.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bernardo Carvalho ganha o prêmio Machado de Assis com "Nove Noites"Eu gostei muito do livro. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/86234887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/86234887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86234887' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-86231737</id><published>2002-12-18T16:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T16:29:08.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the Which of Bono's alter egos are you? quiz by bethany</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/86231737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/86231737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86231737' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-86111334</id><published>2002-12-16T11:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T12:09:11.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aí estava o mar, a mais ininteligível das existências não-humanas. E ali estava a mulher, de pé, o mais ininteligível dos seres vivos. Como o ser humano fizera um dia uma pergunta sobre si mesmo, tornara-se o mais ininteligível dos seres onde circulava sangue. Ela e o mar.Só poderia haver um encontro de seus mistérios se um se entregasse ao outro: a entrega de dois mundos incognoscíveis feita </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/86111334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/86111334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86111334' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-86007540</id><published>2002-12-14T20:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T20:38:11.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comprei a Ácaro, um pouco atrasada, mas acabei comprando. Abri e de cara gostei das MINITRIPAS DE MULHER, da Ivana Arruda Leite. São, como as miniestórias do Trevisan, curtíssimas. Uma idéia central forte, cheia de pontas elásticas pra você puxar pro lado que quiser. Lá vai:ANILMontanhas de roupas pra passar e eu punhetando, sonhando, pendurada no varal das recordações. Alma alvejada, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/86007540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/86007540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86007540' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-85952490</id><published>2002-12-13T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T00:23:03.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais listas:De Wendy Perriam, sobre sexo em "livros sérios". Tá no Guardian e, é claro, inclui Philip Roth.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/85952490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/85952490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85952490' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-85947698</id><published>2002-12-13T12:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T14:10:10.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Entre os 7 melhores livros do ano  para o NYT estão REPARAÇÃO, do Ian McEwan, que foi o melhor romance que eu li este ano e sobre o qual rascunhei uma resenha para a SL. E um outro livro que eu estou alucinada para ler: MIDDLESEX, do Jeffrey Eugenides, autor também do excelente Virgens Suicidas (que consegue ser mais legal que o filme homônimo). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/85947698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/85947698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85947698' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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-3104204.post-85803521</id><published>2002-12-10T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T19:20:47.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sensacional:Josefina Álvares de Azevedo (irmã do poeta romântico) é uma das precursoras do movimento feminista no Brasil. Fundou um jornal literário em SP em 1888 (A Família) e era defensora do voto feminimo, favorável ao divórcio e "contra a perversa autoridade paterna". :-)(do dicionário crítico das escritoras brasileiras)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/85803521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104204/posts/default/85803521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bolhadesabao.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85803521' title=''/><author><name>patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154528974586884455</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></feed>
