<?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-963377901535276279</id><updated>2012-02-14T01:45:29.222+03:00</updated><category term='pluma e vento'/><title type='text'>Ponta do MC - subproduto forma poesia</title><subtitle type='html'>reinicie a sua fala pelo que ela estava dizendo, abra uma possibilidade de não ter entendido direito o que ela estava querendo dizer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>caio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02456615404793063442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25af6DolBtA/Snu4H_hhTuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c0nyD_ZRMUM/S220/caio.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963377901535276279.post-4631182229987474256</id><published>2012-02-14T01:37:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T01:37:59.348+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Na fronteira de uma pós-maré com um luar ainda por vir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Na fronteira de uma pós-maré com um luarainda por vir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;se compadecendo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;fechando os olhos &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;para lembrar dela&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;será esse amor uma ferramenta para aexistência&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;tantas alturas pra percorrer num caminhoque não foi pré-traçado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;reencadeando bandas esquerdas e direitas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;encontra-se um filamento que avança bemmais numa direção própria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Nessa vida, nessa preciosa Mãe Terra, buscamos algumas respostas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Apenas limpe sua mente e se sentirá assim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Deus nos Abençoe a Todos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ponta do mc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/963377901535276279-4631182229987474256?l=pontadomc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/feeds/4631182229987474256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=963377901535276279&amp;postID=4631182229987474256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/4631182229987474256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/4631182229987474256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/2012/02/na-fronteira-de-uma-pos-mare-com-um.html' title='Na fronteira de uma pós-maré com um luar ainda por vir'/><author><name>caio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02456615404793063442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25af6DolBtA/Snu4H_hhTuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c0nyD_ZRMUM/S220/caio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963377901535276279.post-5478582513227674334</id><published>2012-01-11T13:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:41:04.181+03:00</updated><title type='text'>cordel da casa do quente e do frio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aquela casa era sem igual&lt;br /&gt;a Tia andava armada,&lt;br /&gt;descarga só com balde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas como recebiam a gente bem&lt;br /&gt;os eremitas da cidade,&lt;br /&gt;na terceira idade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e na parede de veludo verde&lt;br /&gt;se lia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"em todas as casas&lt;br /&gt;quente é o verão&lt;br /&gt;tempestade de mangas&lt;br /&gt;calor no coração&lt;br /&gt;na casa do quente e do frio&lt;br /&gt;se experimenta também&lt;br /&gt;do morango do inverno&lt;br /&gt;do decorrer das noites&lt;br /&gt;que são quentes e frias"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;velhos atores por ali andaram&lt;br /&gt;antigos palhaços&lt;br /&gt;hoje em dia&lt;br /&gt;suas figuras engraçadas&lt;br /&gt;estão imortalizadas em quadros&lt;br /&gt;com salmos impressos&lt;br /&gt;ao lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;também os dramáticos estiveram&lt;br /&gt;de fato os últimos que restaram&lt;br /&gt;donos consecutivos de uma casa&lt;br /&gt;e, exceto a Tia armada,&lt;br /&gt;não tem medo de invasão ou de roubo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a casa mais parece um Castelo&lt;br /&gt;estive lá com a minha namorada&lt;br /&gt;chegamos na encolha da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;dormimos em cama macia&lt;br /&gt;e comemos amostras dos doces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no outro dia&lt;br /&gt;no baile estivemos&lt;br /&gt;ah que Baile mais belo&lt;br /&gt;com os velhinhos pintados&lt;br /&gt;a musica de metais rolando&lt;br /&gt;jogos de sinuca e cartas&lt;br /&gt;51 bebericando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na verdade tão imersos ficamos nos jogos&lt;br /&gt;que nem uma gota bebemos&lt;br /&gt;fomos embora pensando&lt;br /&gt;que casa era aquela constituída&lt;br /&gt;de tão formosa escultura&lt;br /&gt;e parte interna tão benevolente&lt;br /&gt;que também aos pobres ajuda&lt;br /&gt;dando abrigo e comida&lt;br /&gt;e os incentivando&lt;br /&gt;a vender suas artes&lt;br /&gt;que calmamente ali mesmo produziam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ponta do mc&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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frio'/><author><name>caio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02456615404793063442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25af6DolBtA/Snu4H_hhTuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c0nyD_ZRMUM/S220/caio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963377901535276279.post-5391129718061075009</id><published>2012-01-08T01:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:10:09.605+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pluma e vento'/><title type='text'>noema: diálogos # 1 *pluma e vento*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrador:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calma, o mundo não está parando,&lt;br /&gt;sinta onde estamos agora&lt;br /&gt;conte-nos o que acontece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personagem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nesses céus coloridos e casas suspensas&lt;br /&gt;os trens voam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"vivemos como superstars&lt;br /&gt;nas nossas cozinhas,&lt;br /&gt;esperando por nada..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"vemos uma estrela cadente&lt;br /&gt;ela nos canta de volta&lt;br /&gt;a ignomínia do brilho"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"geradores de atlas e direções&lt;br /&gt;não mais nos dizem onde devemos ir,&lt;br /&gt;seu novo símbolo é uma coruja rindo,&lt;br /&gt;aposentada da função de vidente..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"está o mundo parado?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ponta do mc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/963377901535276279-5391129718061075009?l=pontadomc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/feeds/5391129718061075009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=963377901535276279&amp;postID=5391129718061075009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/5391129718061075009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/5391129718061075009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/2012/01/dialogos-1-pluma-e-vento.html' title='noema: diálogos # 1 *pluma e vento*'/><author><name>caio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02456615404793063442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25af6DolBtA/Snu4H_hhTuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c0nyD_ZRMUM/S220/caio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963377901535276279.post-9174538870445894308</id><published>2012-01-06T09:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:40:49.623+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;tão breve o falar...&lt;br /&gt;...tão intenso o sentir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os poemas falham,&lt;br /&gt;na mesma regra das cartas,&lt;br /&gt;devolvidas ao remetente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algo sobra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breve e quente como a pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casca de madeira&lt;br /&gt;enrugada e viva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ponta do mc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/963377901535276279-9174538870445894308?l=pontadomc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/feeds/9174538870445894308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=963377901535276279&amp;postID=9174538870445894308' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/9174538870445894308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/9174538870445894308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/2012/01/tao-breve-o-falar.html' title=''/><author><name>caio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02456615404793063442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25af6DolBtA/Snu4H_hhTuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c0nyD_ZRMUM/S220/caio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963377901535276279.post-6669980132424528564</id><published>2012-01-04T04:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T04:57:14.053+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noema da Cinderela-Arara que busca por Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"Neverland&lt;br /&gt;recebeu uma visita inesperada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;...Uma Arara Encantada&amp;nbsp;de um Rio do Brazil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meus olhos tão curtos,&lt;br /&gt;meu bico colorido,&lt;br /&gt;e minha pele enrugada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu vinha de um outro tempo,&lt;br /&gt;amaldiçoada pelos prazeres que ouvi numa canção,&lt;br /&gt;tocada num velho piano destroçado..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...num barco..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...destinado aos States..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Qual é a macaca que iria timbrar aquele piano naquele ritmo petrificante?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É ela, a Micaela Jackson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me poupe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Qual o pé de sereia daria um timbre todo especial pr´aquelas teclas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É ela a Lady Valéria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Num brinca!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Demais pra mim, eu pensei,&lt;br /&gt;tsc tsc tsc,&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, deboxada,&lt;br /&gt;desmiolada!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Agora, desenhando um noema&amp;nbsp;desendereçado,&lt;br /&gt;ou seja,&lt;br /&gt;sem remetente ou destinatário,&lt;br /&gt;estava eu aqui de penas pro ar.&lt;br /&gt;Toda colorida,&lt;br /&gt;esperando por Michael."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhhh, nada dele..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Onde será que ele se escondeu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O céu tremeu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu bati umas asas&lt;br /&gt;levantei pó no Saloon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E meu tempo passando...&lt;br /&gt;ainda nada de MJ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jamais irei reencontrar um lugar tão belo...&lt;br /&gt;...ou irei?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De repente&lt;br /&gt;minha pele e minhas penas saem de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Se transformam em cabedais dos Jackson 5!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meu cabelo está de volta,&lt;br /&gt;estou voltando a mim, à pele humana...&lt;br /&gt;na minha velha cama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tão longe de lá...&lt;br /&gt;da terra do nunca"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ponta do mc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/963377901535276279-6669980132424528564?l=pontadomc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/feeds/6669980132424528564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=963377901535276279&amp;postID=6669980132424528564' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/6669980132424528564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/6669980132424528564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/2012/01/noema-da-cinderela-arara-que-busca-por.html' title='Noema da Cinderela-Arara que busca por Michael'/><author><name>caio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02456615404793063442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25af6DolBtA/Snu4H_hhTuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c0nyD_ZRMUM/S220/caio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963377901535276279.post-3748982694287803760</id><published>2012-01-03T07:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T00:29:07.598+03:00</updated><title type='text'>desprendimento inicial para uma viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;siga em frente&lt;br /&gt;deixe de lado sentimentos alheios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sua vontade de misericórdia está apenas agitada e débil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a reza,&lt;br /&gt;perdida pelos hippies e por você em 88,&lt;br /&gt;é o aeon&lt;br /&gt;e quer que você venha a ser,&lt;br /&gt;o que ruge no ambiente a ovação do amor e da mochila nas costas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ponta do mc&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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viagem'/><author><name>caio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02456615404793063442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25af6DolBtA/Snu4H_hhTuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c0nyD_ZRMUM/S220/caio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963377901535276279.post-2999486942642560351</id><published>2012-01-02T19:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T07:33:36.360+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que não esteja escrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deve ser degelado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da geladeira da memória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que seja lembrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deve ser esquentado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelo fogo da história&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ponta do mc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/963377901535276279-2999486942642560351?l=pontadomc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/feeds/2999486942642560351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=963377901535276279&amp;postID=2999486942642560351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/2999486942642560351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/2999486942642560351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/2012/01/nada-que-nao-esteja-escrito-deve-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>caio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02456615404793063442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25af6DolBtA/Snu4H_hhTuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c0nyD_ZRMUM/S220/caio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963377901535276279.post-2805325285206142283</id><published>2011-12-31T22:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:46:01.144+03:00</updated><title type='text'>o subproduto da poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;encontrei quatro letras soltas que restaram de um papel amassado&lt;br /&gt;onde dormiam elas depois de amassarem esse papel?&lt;br /&gt;qual a forma delas, antes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eram palavras,&lt;br /&gt;talvez&lt;br /&gt;iniciais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que tenham sido paz e amor em alguma linha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aletradas,&lt;br /&gt;alteradas,&lt;br /&gt;que pertençam&amp;nbsp;a um novo ritmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou tentar alinhavá-las&lt;br /&gt;bordá-las&lt;br /&gt;se possível, sentido algum, for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ponta do mc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/963377901535276279-2805325285206142283?l=pontadomc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/feeds/2805325285206142283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=963377901535276279&amp;postID=2805325285206142283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/2805325285206142283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/2805325285206142283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-subproduto-da-poesia.html' title='o subproduto da poesia'/><author><name>caio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02456615404793063442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25af6DolBtA/Snu4H_hhTuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c0nyD_ZRMUM/S220/caio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963377901535276279.post-1619812750801798789</id><published>2011-03-31T20:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T20:03:41.628+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Poesia é a unica linguagem livre de bugs&lt;br /&gt;A cidade silencia&lt;br /&gt;E ela sentencia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"assim como nos velhos tempos,&lt;br /&gt;do ontem e do amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;felizes seremos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia não é vendida&lt;br /&gt;A poesia não é comprada&lt;br /&gt;Me silencio na presença dessa presença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuva, mundo, cores&lt;br /&gt;O choro que a poesia me traz é:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(encontrando expressão)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ponta do mc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/963377901535276279-1619812750801798789?l=pontadomc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/feeds/1619812750801798789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=963377901535276279&amp;postID=1619812750801798789' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/1619812750801798789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/1619812750801798789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/2011/03/poesia-e-unica-linguagem-livre-de-bugs.html' title=''/><author><name>caio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02456615404793063442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25af6DolBtA/Snu4H_hhTuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c0nyD_ZRMUM/S220/caio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963377901535276279.post-1009998723781414266</id><published>2011-03-17T17:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:12:48.096+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sem expressão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Poetas quedados nas ruas,&lt;br /&gt;arrependidos de sua ultima expressão&lt;br /&gt;seu silêncio tendo a&amp;nbsp;beleza da natureza morta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma indicação de mistério&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas antigas juventudes voltam à Mãe, a frase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;550.000 expressões&lt;br /&gt;nenhuma que os valha&lt;br /&gt;ainda nenhuma chaga saiu dos pulsos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;Mãe não alimenta a ferida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ponta do mc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/963377901535276279-1009998723781414266?l=pontadomc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/feeds/1009998723781414266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=963377901535276279&amp;postID=1009998723781414266' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/1009998723781414266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/1009998723781414266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/2011/03/sem-expressao.html' title='sem expressão'/><author><name>caio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02456615404793063442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25af6DolBtA/Snu4H_hhTuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c0nyD_ZRMUM/S220/caio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963377901535276279.post-8483249450549013413</id><published>2011-03-11T20:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:16:10.324+03:00</updated><title type='text'>buscando expressão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;buscando a expressão nas curvas das montanhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é uma eterna revisão&lt;br /&gt;uma nova velocidade&lt;br /&gt;um trauma reajustado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frases intermitentes dizem respeito ao nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- não devemos nunca deixar de olhar pra trás!&lt;br /&gt;- não me diga, sério?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no que tudo começa de novo eternamente...&lt;br /&gt;e frase vai e frase vem&lt;br /&gt;e nunca, nunca, deixe de entender as palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ponta do mc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/963377901535276279-8483249450549013413?l=pontadomc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/feeds/8483249450549013413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25af6DolBtA/Snu4H_hhTuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c0nyD_ZRMUM/S220/caio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963377901535276279.post-5741105215182387992</id><published>2011-03-11T09:52:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T19:55:22.493+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Petições</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ativei rss feeds&amp;nbsp;pra Ponta do MC (logo abaixo das postagens) com&amp;nbsp;as atualizações de Petições pelo Bem-Estar dos Animais no Petition Site &lt;a href="http://www.petitionsite.com/"&gt;http://www.petitionsite.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O site tem se destacado com a agitação das pessoas para proteger os animais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inclusive um caso de tortura de um cão brasileiro foi denunciado e muitas pessoas assinaram a petição para aplicar pena aos torturadores... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prestem atenção, vale a pena levantar uma nova bandeira também através do site... existem outras categorias de Petições&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ponta do mc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/963377901535276279-5741105215182387992?l=pontadomc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/feeds/5741105215182387992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=963377901535276279&amp;postID=5741105215182387992' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/5741105215182387992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/963377901535276279/posts/default/5741105215182387992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/2011/03/peticoes.html' title='Petições'/><author><name>caio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02456615404793063442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25af6DolBtA/Snu4H_hhTuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c0nyD_ZRMUM/S220/caio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-963377901535276279.post-6268326766800450828</id><published>2010-10-28T09:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T09:01:59.159+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ser-ir</title><content type='html'>assim acontece de ser enquanto é&lt;br /&gt;de maneiras que não entendemos&lt;br /&gt;e acontece adiante de sermos &lt;br /&gt;e não entendemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o grau zero libra de todo ponto importante&lt;br /&gt;se marca com uma tinta de caneta&lt;br /&gt;e uma cola de envelope em qualquer envelope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os escritos independentes vem agora dizer o contrário do que disse antes&lt;br /&gt;muitos tem feito isso ou aquilo&lt;br /&gt;mas o que faz sentido é apenas o que se faz adiante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não vale a pena não entender o fato concreto&lt;br /&gt;chega de experimentos&lt;br /&gt;essas chagas desses ferimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plantei uma planta&lt;br /&gt;e esperarei ela crescer nessa luz minguante dessa lua minguante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que cresça e que exista nesse sentido contrário na entrega &lt;br /&gt;do seja do é e do foi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ponta do mc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/963377901535276279-6268326766800450828?l=pontadomc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pontadomc.blogspot.com/feeds/6268326766800450828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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