<?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-8979682353878352211</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:03:32.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pie detrás de pie</title><subtitle type='html'>.un brevísimo lapso de estado de gracia.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cândido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301001707965473284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/SMiNAu7_E_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/BZIhgZ7z1pU/S220/h.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979682353878352211.post-8167680631621115660</id><published>2009-03-19T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:22:25.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>em todo acaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///G:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:HyphenationZone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esqueci de escolher meu destino daqui pra frente.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vou ficar aqui sem me ligar e já sair,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Diga que não decidi que cansei de saber, que não vi na TV, que acho que achei,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;E não sei se vou ou se fico, se conto ou se minto, fico na duvida certa, a melhor direção, Mudo de idéia, e acho a melhor solução,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Será que vai gostar? Se não gostar? Então... Sei lá!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Será melhor saber se vai chover, será... que vai chorar?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se for chorar, então, sei lá... Será?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em todo caso espero acontecer, será?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;muito obrigada pelas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Leonora Weissmann.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979682353878352211-8167680631621115660?l=piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/feeds/8167680631621115660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979682353878352211&amp;postID=8167680631621115660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default/8167680631621115660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default/8167680631621115660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/2009/03/em-todo-acaso.html' title='em todo acaso'/><author><name>Cândido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301001707965473284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/SMiNAu7_E_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/BZIhgZ7z1pU/S220/h.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979682353878352211.post-3560192448273853779</id><published>2008-09-17T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:00:22.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>para juinim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que posso enjoar de você, que posso abusar de você, e sei que amanhã passageiramente vou esquecer, e reviver como na primeira gargalhada, no primeiro abraço sincero, na primeira cana que eu sempre bebo sozinha e você olha, sorri, dança comigo, celebra a vida. todo dia aquele egoismo, egocentrismo, a realidade, os sonhos, os desejos tão latentes, as mesmas linhas tortas, a mesma conversa, o bla bla bla, "boa noite, nêguinha". eu me sinto jovem, me sinto angustiada, me sinto dura, me sinto ridicula, me sinto mais fraca, me sinto sozinha, me sinto cansada, me sinto feliz e perturbada. retorno ao que supomos ser, te vejo mais velho, um pouco mais estranho, um tanto quanto mais na minha memoria daqui alguns anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ê junior...&lt;br /&gt;nada facil, hein?&lt;br /&gt;nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem verbos sentimentais.&lt;br /&gt;(mas so por hoje)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979682353878352211-3560192448273853779?l=piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/feeds/3560192448273853779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979682353878352211&amp;postID=3560192448273853779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default/3560192448273853779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default/3560192448273853779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/2008/09/para-juinim.html' title=''/><author><name>Cândido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301001707965473284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/SMiNAu7_E_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/BZIhgZ7z1pU/S220/h.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979682353878352211.post-99137994117085731</id><published>2008-09-07T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:19:41.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;É como se cada uma fosse um grão de areia das minhas lembranças. Estão sempre ali. Escondo dentro das roupas, mas é só me despir um pouquinho que elas aparecem junto do que estou aconteSENDO. Tudo, lembranças e sardas marcadas dentro e fora de mim. Não dá pra fugir. Ah! Mas eu te digo: Não é ruim! Cada uma tem seu charme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979682353878352211-99137994117085731?l=piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/feeds/99137994117085731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979682353878352211&amp;postID=99137994117085731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default/99137994117085731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default/99137994117085731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/2008/09/como-se-cada-uma-fosse-um-gro-de-areia.html' title=''/><author><name>Cândido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301001707965473284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/SMiNAu7_E_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/BZIhgZ7z1pU/S220/h.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979682353878352211.post-6509431056898960141</id><published>2008-04-16T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:06:08.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite de Céumar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/SAY_ckZ2uTI/AAAAAAAAADE/aO6TVbKzgxk/s1600-h/DSC01922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/SAY_ckZ2uTI/AAAAAAAAADE/aO6TVbKzgxk/s320/DSC01922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189905380632082738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tá,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me diz o que é a voz dessa mulher?!&lt;br /&gt;Show tão lindinho...&lt;br /&gt;Mulher L-I-N-D-A!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;eu e nay, babando no camarim por ela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem quer um pedaço &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de alguém&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Abraçando tem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Se o abraço for além de um minuto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí é fatal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Envolveu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Você tem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Um alguem Total"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=PY6OvhGzE7c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979682353878352211-6509431056898960141?l=piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/feeds/6509431056898960141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979682353878352211&amp;postID=6509431056898960141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default/6509431056898960141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default/6509431056898960141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/2008/04/noite-de-cumar.html' title='Noite de Céumar.'/><author><name>Cândido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301001707965473284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/SMiNAu7_E_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/BZIhgZ7z1pU/S220/h.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/SAY_ckZ2uTI/AAAAAAAAADE/aO6TVbKzgxk/s72-c/DSC01922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979682353878352211.post-3519818812484554060</id><published>2008-02-27T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T13:34:07.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sobre a invenção do teu amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não, não é amar a o verbo certo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar é qualquer coisa que fica no peito e em desconserto com a boca falo: amo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas não é essa a palavra. Tenho que inventar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um dialeto particular? Futatabi? Quase isso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fala-me de legenda e eu escuto o português daqueles que vieram pelo Atlântico. Heart tem rima de Hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muito fácil entender! Não precisa de legenda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O silêncio dispensa legendas até para palavras inventadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amo,&lt;br /&gt;E é por faltar um verbo ou uma legenda que EU TE INVENTO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979682353878352211-3519818812484554060?l=piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/feeds/3519818812484554060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979682353878352211&amp;postID=3519818812484554060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default/3519818812484554060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default/3519818812484554060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/2008/02/sobre-inveno-do-meu-amor.html' title='sobre a invenção do teu amor'/><author><name>Cândido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301001707965473284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/SMiNAu7_E_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/BZIhgZ7z1pU/S220/h.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979682353878352211.post-136579884065214816</id><published>2008-02-24T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T05:40:26.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideal democrático x democracia real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/R8Fzm_jNzgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8Ug7o6SLlSs/s1600-h/cear%C3%A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170540960929402370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/R8Fzm_jNzgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8Ug7o6SLlSs/s320/cear%C3%A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/R8FvUvjNzfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ROjLgZtODQc/s1600-h/cear%C3%A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim fala Boaventura de Sousa Santos sobre o contraste entre as democracias reais e o ideal democrático:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"São três as principais condições: ser garantida a sobrevivência: quem não tem com que alimentar-se e à sua família tem prioridades mais altas que votar; não estar ameaçado: quem vive ameaçado pela violência no espaço público, na empresa ou em casa, não é livre, qualquer que seja o regime político em que vive; estar informado: quem não dispõe da informação necessária a uma participação esclarecida, equivoca-se quer quando participa, quer quando não participa. Pode dizer-se com segurança que a promoção da democracia não ocorreu de par com a promoção das condições de participação democrática. Se esta tendência continuar, o futuro da democracia, tal como a conhecemos, é problemático."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A foto foi tirada por mim no ano de 2006 na minha cidade, próximo a estátua do Pe. Cícero. Encantei-me de cara com as três menininhas que cantavam e brincavam. Como não se comover?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem quiser ler o artigo completo de Boaventura de Sousa Santos, acessem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ces.uc.pt/opiniao/bss/164.php"&gt;http://www.ces.uc.pt/opiniao/bss/164.php&lt;/a&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/8979682353878352211-136579884065214816?l=piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/feeds/136579884065214816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979682353878352211&amp;postID=136579884065214816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default/136579884065214816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default/136579884065214816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/2008/02/ideal-democrtico-x-democracia-real.html' title='Ideal democrático x democracia real'/><author><name>Cândido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301001707965473284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/SMiNAu7_E_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/BZIhgZ7z1pU/S220/h.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/R8Fzm_jNzgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8Ug7o6SLlSs/s72-c/cear%C3%A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979682353878352211.post-6622664191172758680</id><published>2008-02-18T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:23:12.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pie detrás de pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para começar algo que não tem fim e mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para aplacar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sustentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Para que se vea desde alta mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De poco le sirve al navegante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que no sepa esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pie detrás de pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no hay otra manera de caminar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[jorge drexler - 12 segundos de obscuridad]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8979682353878352211-6622664191172758680?l=piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/feeds/6622664191172758680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8979682353878352211&amp;postID=6622664191172758680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default/6622664191172758680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8979682353878352211/posts/default/6622664191172758680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piedetrasdepie.blogspot.com/2008/02/pie-detrs-de-pie.html' title='pie detrás de pie'/><author><name>Cândido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301001707965473284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR1UDck_jME/SMiNAu7_E_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/BZIhgZ7z1pU/S220/h.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
