<?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-318016106277977014</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:14:00.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matutando</title><subtitle type='html'>ANTES SÓ EM PENSAMENTO, AGORA TAMBÉM EM PALAVRAS.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chicamatuta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163720978739262240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_Kw-2URuyI/SP84o1YAidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BgEo7zPuG4U/S220/Uma+tarde+no+parque.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318016106277977014.post-90683815852322139</id><published>2011-08-28T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:07:12.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pai dos Curiosos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aurélio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/318016106277977014-90683815852322139?l=chicamatuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/90683815852322139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/90683815852322139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/2011/08/pai-dos-curiosos.html' title='Pai dos Curiosos'/><author><name>chicamatuta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163720978739262240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_Kw-2URuyI/SP84o1YAidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BgEo7zPuG4U/S220/Uma+tarde+no+parque.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318016106277977014.post-3925463554843090005</id><published>2011-08-24T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T15:45:21.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessidade</title><content type='html'>Necessário é, ou pelo menos deveria ser, apenas aquilo que (realmente) se precisa. Tudo a/o mais é excesso, desigualdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/318016106277977014-3925463554843090005?l=chicamatuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/3925463554843090005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/3925463554843090005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/2011/08/necessidade.html' title='Necessidade'/><author><name>chicamatuta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163720978739262240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_Kw-2URuyI/SP84o1YAidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BgEo7zPuG4U/S220/Uma+tarde+no+parque.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318016106277977014.post-6066732103698314845</id><published>2011-07-15T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T15:42:05.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"  &gt;A caminhada é individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/318016106277977014-6066732103698314845?l=chicamatuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/6066732103698314845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/6066732103698314845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/2011/07/caminhada-e-individual.html' title=''/><author><name>chicamatuta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163720978739262240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_Kw-2URuyI/SP84o1YAidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BgEo7zPuG4U/S220/Uma+tarde+no+parque.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318016106277977014.post-3515750257787751401</id><published>2011-07-15T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T15:43:05.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Des)coberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"  &gt;"...descobriu que a única coisa semelhante entre ela e os irmãos é o laço de sangue. A parte isso...&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;eus sobrenomes poderia ser &lt;em&gt;Diferença&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/318016106277977014-3515750257787751401?l=chicamatuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/3515750257787751401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/3515750257787751401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/2011/07/descoberta.html' title='(Des)coberta'/><author><name>chicamatuta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163720978739262240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_Kw-2URuyI/SP84o1YAidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BgEo7zPuG4U/S220/Uma+tarde+no+parque.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318016106277977014.post-626101564142928191</id><published>2011-07-01T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T04:38:49.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinheiro não é tudo, mas é um bocado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/318016106277977014-626101564142928191?l=chicamatuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/626101564142928191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/626101564142928191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/2011/07/dinheiro-nao-e-tudo-mas-e-um-bocado.html' title=''/><author><name>chicamatuta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163720978739262240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_Kw-2URuyI/SP84o1YAidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BgEo7zPuG4U/S220/Uma+tarde+no+parque.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318016106277977014.post-6342022978361855843</id><published>2011-06-27T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T15:46:50.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou o que restou após 3 dias de amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/318016106277977014-6342022978361855843?l=chicamatuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/6342022978361855843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/6342022978361855843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/2011/06/sou-o-que-restou-apos-3-dias-de-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>chicamatuta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163720978739262240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_Kw-2URuyI/SP84o1YAidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BgEo7zPuG4U/S220/Uma+tarde+no+parque.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318016106277977014.post-1568148146320669866</id><published>2011-06-22T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T07:27:25.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O poeta do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Estas frases de amor que se repiten tanto no son nunca las mismas".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Pedro Salinas - 1891 a 1951, poeta e escritor espanhol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/318016106277977014-1568148146320669866?l=chicamatuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/1568148146320669866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/1568148146320669866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-poeta-do-amor.html' title='O poeta do amor'/><author><name>chicamatuta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163720978739262240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_Kw-2URuyI/SP84o1YAidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BgEo7zPuG4U/S220/Uma+tarde+no+parque.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318016106277977014.post-8792821288699056546</id><published>2011-06-22T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T05:51:32.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saiu de casa em busca de respostas. Ao fechar a porta, vomitou-as.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/318016106277977014-8792821288699056546?l=chicamatuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/8792821288699056546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/8792821288699056546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/2011/06/saiu-em-busca-de-respostas.html' title=''/><author><name>chicamatuta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163720978739262240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_Kw-2URuyI/SP84o1YAidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BgEo7zPuG4U/S220/Uma+tarde+no+parque.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318016106277977014.post-8427557845134960056</id><published>2011-06-17T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T15:23:50.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A idéia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VBpoHRlAFU/TfvRvvjNHwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4MaBRo8Ypug/s1600/Eu%2B-%2BAugusto%2Bdos%2BAnjos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619315578223009538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VBpoHRlAFU/TfvRvvjNHwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4MaBRo8Ypug/s320/Eu%2B-%2BAugusto%2Bdos%2BAnjos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De onde ela vem?! De que matéria bruta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vem essa luz que sobre as nebulosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cai de incógnitas criptas misteriosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Como as estalactites duma gruta?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vem da psicogenética e alta luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do feixe de moléculas nervosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que, em desintegrações maravilhosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Delibera, e depois quer e executa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vem do encéfalo absconso que a constringe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chega em seguida às cordas do laringe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tísica, tênue, mínima, raquítica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quebra a força centrípeta que a amarra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas, de repente, e quase morta, esbarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No mulambo da língua paralítica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/318016106277977014-8427557845134960056?l=chicamatuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/feeds/8427557845134960056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/2011/06/ideia-augusto-dos-anjos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/8427557845134960056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/8427557845134960056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/2011/06/ideia-augusto-dos-anjos.html' title='A idéia'/><author><name>chicamatuta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163720978739262240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_Kw-2URuyI/SP84o1YAidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BgEo7zPuG4U/S220/Uma+tarde+no+parque.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VBpoHRlAFU/TfvRvvjNHwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4MaBRo8Ypug/s72-c/Eu%2B-%2BAugusto%2Bdos%2BAnjos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318016106277977014.post-7344043050627579813</id><published>2011-06-04T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:17:53.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Começando do início</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" dir="ltr" trbidi="on"&gt;Há tempo me pergunto por onde começar esse blog. O que postar? Qual a finalidade de? Até hoje não sei ao certo. Mas acredito que finalmente postar algo, é uma maneira de descobrir as respostas para essas perguntas.&lt;br /&gt;Idéias não faltaram para esse primeiro post, mas nada realmente definido e elaborado. Talvez a melhor das idéias seja iniciar assim: transformando os pensamentos do agora em palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei ao certo no que se transformará esse lugar real-virtual-real...penso que como eu, ele estará sempre em transformação...e por ser um produto de mim mesma, haverá posts bons, outros não tão bons, uns engraçados, outros tristes e revoltados, outros repletos de poesia e positividade...como tudo que produzo, ele será uma extensão do meu eu, real e/ou virtual. As vezes nem eu mesma sei se somos reais ou virtuais, ou em qual momento estamos em um ou outro lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/318016106277977014-7344043050627579813?l=chicamatuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/feeds/7344043050627579813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/2011/06/ha-mais-de-1-ano-me-pergunto-por-onde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/7344043050627579813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/318016106277977014/posts/default/7344043050627579813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicamatuta.blogspot.com/2011/06/ha-mais-de-1-ano-me-pergunto-por-onde.html' title='Começando do início'/><author><name>chicamatuta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163720978739262240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_Kw-2URuyI/SP84o1YAidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BgEo7zPuG4U/S220/Uma+tarde+no+parque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
