<?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-8865358058626689713</id><updated>2011-08-21T13:46:15.808-03:00</updated><title type='text'>parabólicas em transe</title><subtitle type='html'>literário &amp;amp; francófono


poeta parabólico</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-8403777510881325522</id><published>2010-11-23T16:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:56:52.666-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog O Futurístico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Apesar de não postar nada neste blog há mais de um ano, ele recebe cerca de 200 visitas por mês. Isso significa que o que deixei aqui escrito não está como num cemitério na web.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom, hoje escrevo quase diariamente no Blog O Futurístico. Lá escrevo em nome do Futuro Pré-Vestibular Alternativo. A maioria dos textos são meus, como textos de opinião e informações sobre o cursinho e sua história.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quem se interessar, visite-o: &lt;a href="http://www.ofuturistico.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.ofuturistico.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Haja vista que ainda há visitas substânciais no Blog, vou postar esporadicamente textos de minha autoria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-8403777510881325522?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8403777510881325522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=8403777510881325522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/8403777510881325522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/8403777510881325522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-o-futuristico.html' title='Blog O Futurístico'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-3448456319991054103</id><published>2009-03-31T12:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:02:01.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>há muito tempo...</title><content type='html'>&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;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"CG Omega";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* 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:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  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 class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Há algum tempo eu fiz um poema com um tema tão vago, que parece até coisas de autoajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Era grande, com quase quatro folhas. Mas eu fui machadando-o, podando-o, até ficarem apenas três estrofes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Já li uns versos do Mário Quintana em que ele diz para os poetas não datarem seus poemas. Mas não tem jeito. Tem uma data impressa neste poema abaixo em minhas lembranças adolescentes que não me deixa esquecer o contexto "histórico" dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Boa leitura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;A vida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;(...)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ai... mas a vida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;só é mais bela que a outra vida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;que escuma ao lado em milhões.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;A vida caminha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;e os sorrisos brancos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;de cetim cor-de-algodão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;é o coração humano &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;que já não bate assim em tantos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Talvez a vida seja a pluma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;carregada pelo vento;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Seja a água e o &lt;i style=""&gt;champagne&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;a espuma da água suja&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;e a pureza dos teus olhos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ai, mas a vida que insiste em brigar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;talvez não queira mais brindar comigo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;talvez não queira, por enquanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;(22.10.2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-3448456319991054103?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3448456319991054103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=3448456319991054103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/3448456319991054103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/3448456319991054103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/ha-muito-tempo.html' title='há muito tempo...'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-310665096199234752</id><published>2009-01-02T17:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:53:15.517-02:00</updated><title type='text'>para um dia novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;w:zoom&gt;&lt;/w:zoom&gt;&lt;w:punctuationkerning&gt;&lt;w:validateagainstschemas&gt;&lt;w:compatibility&gt;&lt;w:breakwrappedtables&gt;&lt;w:snaptogridincell&gt;&lt;w:wraptextwithpunct&gt;&lt;w:useasianbreakrules&gt;&lt;w:browserlevel&gt;&lt;/w:browserlevel&gt;&lt;/w:useasianbreakrules&gt;&lt;/w:wraptextwithpunct&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:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  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 class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Profética&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Em algum lugar, não sei onde,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Devo confessar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;estará a glória, a minha glória.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Garanto que estarei sorrindo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quando der um passo a mais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pois, garanto, jamais pisarei em falso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E de tudo, ficará apenas o orgulho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;De tudo, restarão meus medos, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Para que uma condição se resolva:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se há esparadrapos na cabeça de tantos por aí&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hei de plantar minhas invenções&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e garfar milhões de aplausos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;por luiz cézar cordeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/w:snaptogridincell&gt;&lt;/w:breakwrappedtables&gt;&lt;/w:compatibility&gt;&lt;/w:validateagainstschemas&gt;&lt;/w:punctuationkerning&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-310665096199234752?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/310665096199234752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=310665096199234752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/310665096199234752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-dia-novo.html' title='feliz dia novo'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-3130488842258479367</id><published>2008-12-31T11:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:26:59.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'>musiquinha de nossas festas de final de ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drpepper.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drpepper.com.br/tirinhas/0217.jpg" border="0" width="560" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-2606369536021987324</id><published>2008-11-18T15:44:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:19:27.597-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o Ensaio</title><content type='html'>Na semana passada assisti ao Filme "Blindness", baseado no Ensaio sobre a Cegueira, de José Saramago. Claro que fui convicto de que o filme não seria melhor do que a obra, quiçá semelhante em qualidade e profundidade psicológica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, trata-se de uma obra, no caso cinema, baseada em outra obra, do outro lado, literária. As imagens, cenário, personagens (atores) foram cuidadosamente bem montados e escolhidos pelo Diretor Fernando Meireles. O filme é muito bem acabado, com qualidade de som, montagem e passa realmente uma sensação semelhante à que se encontra no livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, com uma atuação magistral de Juliane Moore como a "mulher do médico", o filme acaba se tornando em um filme de um personagem, e não de vários personagens que representam um povo, como no caso o livro parece demonstrar. Não que isso seja ruim, saliento aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, para firmar minha opinião, acho o filme muito bom, de excelente bom gosto, até pelo fato de "maneirar" um pouco nas cenas mais fortes de sexo e violência. Não que eu seja moralista, mas na literatura, este tipo de cena funciona de um jeito bem diferente do que no cinema ou na televisão. E, neste caso, o público em geral poderia confundir chiclete com charrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconselho quem leu a obra assistir ao filme também. Mas apenas para quem já leu a obra, porque este livro não pode deixar de ser lido não, mesmo com um belo filme baseado em sua história.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-2606369536021987324?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2606369536021987324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=2606369536021987324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/2606369536021987324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/2606369536021987324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/sobre-o-ensaio.html' title='Sobre o Ensaio'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-2022241433032675815</id><published>2008-09-05T16:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:55:27.149-03:00</updated><title type='text'>uma "imagem" capa vale mais que minha opinião</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SMGOaBof4MI/AAAAAAAAADk/JVLPKrx80rw/s1600-h/saramago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SMGOaBof4MI/AAAAAAAAADk/JVLPKrx80rw/s320/saramago.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242628019002007746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-2022241433032675815?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2022241433032675815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=2022241433032675815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/2022241433032675815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/2022241433032675815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/uma-imagem-capa-vale-mais-que-minha.html' title='uma &quot;imagem&quot; capa vale mais que minha opinião'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SMGOaBof4MI/AAAAAAAAADk/JVLPKrx80rw/s72-c/saramago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-966389386486258429</id><published>2008-08-14T13:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:09:31.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>olimpíadas</title><content type='html'>Adoro esportes. Torço, sem vibrar muito. Caso tenha alguma competição importante televisada apenas de madruga, com muito esforço, estou eu lá. Futebol, Vôlei, Fórmula 1, Futsal etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No futebol, na fórmula 1 e no vôlei somos sempre muito bem representados nas competições internacionais. E pára por aí. Em várias outras modalidades esportivas não conseguimos disputar de igual para igual títulos importantes com outras nações menos ricas do que nós, com população menor do que a nossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Olimpíadas são o maior exemplo de como o Brasil decepciona nos esportes. Somos fracos, muito fracos. Cuba consegue ser melhor do que o Brasil e isso não é nada interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se formos pensar em proporção, os cinco países mais populosos são 1º China, 2º Índia, 3º EUA, 4º Indonésia e 5º BRASIL. Em termos de economia, o Brasil é atualmente a 10ª economia mundial. Ou seja, o Brasil, ao meu ver, teria que obrigatoriamente transpor para os esportes olimpíadas, em número de VITÓRIAS, sua posição no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que vemos, ao contrário, é uma lamúria sem fim de atletas e imprensa em todas as olimpíadas. A maioria dos atletas vão para a olimpíada para participar e não para competir e ganhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos pobres, muito pobres. Acho tão ridículo comemorarmos uma medalha de bronze como se fosse um vitória. Para o atleta brasileiro que se esforçou muito, realmente é uma glória, um sacrifício sobrehumano para poder alcançá-la. Este sim, está certo em comemorar. Mas a imprensa ufanizar (acabei de inventar isso) esta posição, só demonstra como somos conformistas, vira-latas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior de tudo é que esse fator demonstra qual a nossa realidade política e social: abandono e descaso com o esporte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia os alunos praticamente não fazem mais aulas de educação física. Não há escolas para o aprendizado das várias práticas esportivas. Quando há, não conta com incentivo nenhum de empresas e do governo. Este último, aliás, só "investe" quando o atleta, por conta própria, já demonstrou certo talento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A impressão que dá é que todos estão à espera de um milagre. Talvez quando as olimpíadas (se vier) vierem para o Brasil, a gente melhore. De uma década a outra, nos tornaremos potência olímpica. Quem sabe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-966389386486258429?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/966389386486258429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=966389386486258429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/966389386486258429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/966389386486258429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/08/olimpadas.html' title='olimpíadas'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar 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champagne,&lt;br /&gt;a espuma da água suja&lt;br /&gt;e a pureza dos teus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, mas a vida que insiste em brigar&lt;br /&gt;talvez não queira mais brindar comigo&lt;br /&gt;talvez não queira, por enquanto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-5607061472095923450?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5607061472095923450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=5607061472095923450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/5607061472095923450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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para &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;download&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt; disponível abaixo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.google.com.br/group/francesfuturo/web/Palestra%20Jul%202008.zip?hl=pt-BR"&gt;palestra literatura jul. 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero que possa ajudá-los de alguma forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abaixo está um vídeo sobre um filme que foi lançado, inspirado no conto "A hora e a vez de Augusto Matraga".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c3a710660129e0e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1886946391557953685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=1886946391557953685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/1886946391557953685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/1886946391557953685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/07/enfim-passada-hora-e-vez.html' title='enfim...é passada a hora e a vez'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-5725632484153037639</id><published>2008-07-02T13:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:03:13.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'>primeiro dia de pitaco's</title><content type='html'>é isso aí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no primeiro dia da palest... dos pitaco's, ocorreram imprevistos e conseguimos falar de duas obras interessantíssimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segue ao lado, nas "sugestões" o link com os slides deste primeiro dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-5725632484153037639?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5725632484153037639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=5725632484153037639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/5725632484153037639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/5725632484153037639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/07/primeiro-dia-de-pitacos.html' title='primeiro dia de pitaco&apos;s'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-8584436536269829201</id><published>2008-06-25T14:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:21:44.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>profeta de mim mesmo</title><content type='html'>Profética&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar, não sei onde,&lt;br /&gt;devo confessar,&lt;br /&gt;estará a glória, a minha glória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garanto que estarei sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;quando der um passo a mais.&lt;br /&gt;Pois, garanto, jamais pisarei em falso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de tudo, ficará apenas o orgulho.&lt;br /&gt;De tudo, restarão meus medos, &lt;br /&gt;para que uma condição se resolva:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se há esparadrapos na cabeça de tantos por aí,&lt;br /&gt;hei de plantar minhas invenções&lt;br /&gt;e garfar milhões de aplausos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-8584436536269829201?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8584436536269829201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=8584436536269829201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/8584436536269829201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/8584436536269829201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/06/profeta-de-mim-mesmo.html' title='profeta de mim mesmo'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-4767654239291505181</id><published>2008-06-16T17:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:19:35.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'>faltam 15 dias...</title><content type='html'>Faltam 15 dias para os Pitaco's Literários II, que ocorrerá com o patrocínio do Futuro Pré-Vestibular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novamente Leozim (intimado) e Eu faremos um bate-bola sobre algumas obras do vestibular. A saber, as obras selecionadas foram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nove Noites - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bernardo Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calabar&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;Chico Buarque e Rui Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prosas seguidas de odes mínimas&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - José Paulo Paes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La vie en close&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Paulo Leminski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ensaio sobre a cegueira &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- José Saramago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Espero que seja, mais uma vez, uma grande colaboração para esses &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mininos e essas mininas&lt;/span&gt; que tentam adentrar à UFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local: Anfiteatro do Bloco X - Campus Santa Mônica UFU&lt;br /&gt;Dias: 01/07 e 02/07&lt;br /&gt;Horário: A partir das 18:40&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-4767654239291505181?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4767654239291505181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=4767654239291505181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/4767654239291505181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/4767654239291505181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/06/faltam-15-dias.html' title='faltam 15 dias...'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-5935058810042796149</id><published>2008-05-30T00:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:04:58.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'>alter ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mon alter ego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'est une chanson de jean-louis aubert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" 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href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5935058810042796149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=5935058810042796149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/5935058810042796149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/5935058810042796149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/05/alter-ego.html' title='alter ego'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-8668909358523173921</id><published>2008-05-26T13:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:55:13.072-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sobre a oficina de escritores</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Oficina de Escritores&lt;br /&gt;Sobre Escrita, Divulgação e Publicação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interação entre escritores iniciantes. Discussão sobre a escrita literária. Discussão sobre os meios relacionados à difusão (divulgação, publicação, distribuição) de textos literários: sites, blogs, Orkut, revistas, antologias, saraus, prêmios e concursos, incentivos culturais, agentes literários, mercado editorial etc. Promoção de eventos relacionados à Literatura. 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Etc.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-8668909358523173921?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8668909358523173921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=8668909358523173921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/8668909358523173921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/8668909358523173921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/05/sobre-oficina-de-escritores.html' title='sobre a oficina de escritores'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-3597601048413970567</id><published>2008-05-13T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:32:42.395-03:00</updated><title type='text'>parabólicas: primeira tentativa</title><content type='html'>Eis que as parabólicas não capturam mais os sinais soltos na atmosfera. Eis que alguns sonhos também, não são captados por nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabólicas nº 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais parabólicas&lt;br /&gt;captando os sinais dispersos por aí.&lt;br /&gt;Há sim paranóicos, etanóicos, doido-varridos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-3597601048413970567?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3597601048413970567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=3597601048413970567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/3597601048413970567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/3597601048413970567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/05/parablicas-primeira-tentativa.html' title='parabólicas: primeira tentativa'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-7444160193610278504</id><published>2008-04-28T14:51:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:45:29.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'>análise: Manuel Bandeira - por luiz cézar cordeiro</title><content type='html'>Caros alunos e caras alunas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conforme prometido, eis abaixo uma pequena análise do livro &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Melhores Poemas de Manuel Bandeira. &lt;/span&gt;Espero que possa ajudá-lo(a)s de alguma forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; TEXT-ALIGN: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;Os Melhores Poemas de Manuel Bandeira&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 54pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Toda vida de Manuel Bandeira está como que refletida na sua poesia. Talvez, não exista (...) exemplo maior de transposição para o plano artístico de uma experiência pessoal (...) – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Francisco de Assis Barbosa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Manuel Bandeira foi um exemplo típico, dentro da Literatura Brasileira, de como que a vida e obra do autor podem se confundir, se entrelaçar. Mas, não foi somente da vida do autor que a poesia de Manuel Bandeira se constituiu. Há que se atentar para a colaboração de seus versos para o início do Modernismo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ou seja, é importante analisar sua poesia, não apenas de acordo com sua vida, mas é importante relaciona-la com a escola literária predominante na época e que Manuel Bandeira ajudou, indiretamente, a difundir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A obra &lt;i&gt;Melhores Poemas&lt;/i&gt; reúne, segundo a visão de Francisco de Assis Barbosa&lt;a title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8865358058626689713#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, os poemas que recebem melhor destaque dentre a obra de Manuel Bandeira. Cerca de 98 poemas compõe esta coletânea e o que se pode notar é um apanhado de poesias que contempla todos os livros do poeta, desde &lt;i&gt;A cinza das horas &lt;/i&gt;até &lt;i&gt;Alumbramentos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;É importante notar que, mesmo tratando-se de uma coletânea, as poesias têm um diálogo constante, pois temas como morte, infância e utopia são muito recorrentes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Logo no primeiro poema “Desencanto”, o poeta descreve com tristeza e utilizando recursos metalingüísticos&lt;a title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8865358058626689713#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; como ele cria uma poesia, ou seja, &lt;i&gt;como quem chora&lt;/i&gt;, com&lt;i&gt; um acre sabor na boca&lt;/i&gt; ou&lt;i&gt; como quem morre.&lt;/i&gt;(p.17). Veja neste pequeno trecho do poema:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 45pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;“Eu faço versos como quem chora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De desalento... de desencanto...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecha o meu livro, se por agora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tens motivo nenhum de pranto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 45pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;(...)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 45pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;— Eu faço versos como quem morre.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Já no último poema “Programa para depois de minha morte”, sem utilizar de recursos metalingüístico, mas de um simplicidade comovente, ele descreve a sua vontade quando ir para &lt;i&gt;vida de aquém-túmulo&lt;/i&gt; (p.168):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 45pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;“Depois de morto, quando eu chegar ao outro mundo, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro quererei beijar meus pais, meus irmãos, meus avós, meus tios, meus primos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois irei abraçar longamente uns amigos – Vasconcelos, Ovalle, Mário... (...)”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Para facilitar sua vida de vestibulando, vamos abaixo caracterizar, de forma resumida e não-definitiva, a obra de Manuel Bandeira:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Características:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0cm; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Poesia do Modernismo – 1ª fase;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0cm; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Linguagem simples, cotidiana e em vários poemas, prosaica;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0cm; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Predominância de versos brancos e versos livres;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0cm; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Temas recorrentes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0cm; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morte;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0cm; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infância (saudade / nostalgia);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0cm; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metalinguagem;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0cm; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sensualidade;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;É possível notar algumas destas características nos poemas abaixo:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os sapos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;O sapo-tanoeiro,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Parnasiano aguado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz: “Meu cancioneiro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bem martelado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;O meu verso é bom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Frumento sem joio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço rimas com&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consoantes de apoio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Vai por cinqüenta anos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que lhes dei a norma:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Reduzi sem danos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A formas a forma.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;No trecho deste poema “Os sapos”, nota-se um crítica feroz à literatura em voga no início do século XX: Parnasianismo. Essa crítica foi adotada pelos primeiros Modernistas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Usando de recursos como ironia, sarcasmo e paródia, essa poesia lembra um poema do poeta Parnasiano Olavo Bilac, intitulado “A um poeta”:&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Longe do estéril turbilhão da rua,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneditino, escreve! No aconchego&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do claustro, na paciência e no sossego,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalha, e teima, e lima, e sofre, e sua!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Mas que na forma se disfarce o emprego&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do esforço; e a trama viva se construa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tal modo, que a imagem fique nua,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rica mas sóbria, como um templo grego.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Não se mostre na fábrica o suplício&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do mestre. E, natural, o efeito agrade,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem lembrar os andaimes do edifício:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Porque a Beleza, gêmea da Verdade,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arte pura, inimiga do artifício,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a força e a graça na simplicidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt; TEXT-ALIGN: right; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Olavo Bilac&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta forma, esta poesia de Manuel Bandeira contribuiu de forma significativa na Semana de Arte Moderna, que foi um marco histórico e de início do Modernismo e, consequentemente, com os “ideais” do Modernismo de combate à Literatura Passadista e proposta de uma Literatura de caráter nacional.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Outro poema que ilustra essa nova concepção literária é “Poética”:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:9;" &gt;Estou farto do lirismo comedido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:9;" &gt;Do lirismo bem comportado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:9;" &gt;Do lirismo funcionário público com livro de ponto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:9;" &gt; expediente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:9;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;protocolo e manifestações de apreço ao Sr. diretor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:9;" &gt;Estou farto do lirismo que pára e vai&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;averiguar no dicionário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:9;" &gt; o cunho vernáculo de um vocábulo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:9;" &gt;Abaixo os puristas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Verifica-se neste poema, a posição modernista quanto à concepção da poesia lírica. Contrária ao rigor formal e temático dos parnasianos, a poesia bandeiriana e, por conseguinte, toda a fase libertária do primeiro momento modernista.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Porém, Manuel Bandeira não foi um participante ativo do Movimento Modernista. Por isso, é importante não ficar apenas com esta impressão a cerca da poesia de Bandeira.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Conforme o início deste texto, vimos que sua vida e sua obra se confundem. Assim, em vários poemas, o tema da morte aparece, conforme vimos no primeiro poema desta obra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Outras temáticas são recorrentes, como por exemplo o caso da nostalgia, sentimento advindo de uma infância feliz, sem as complicações da doença crônica de Bandeira.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;V&lt;/o:p&gt;erifica-se isto no poema Profundamente, conforme trecho abaixo:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Profundamente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;[...]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Quando eu tinha seis anos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pude ver o fim da festa de são João&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque adormeci&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hoje não ouço mais as vozes daquele tempo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha avó&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu avô&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totônio Rodrigues&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomásia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão todos eles?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;— Estão todos dormindo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão todos deitados&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormindo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profundamente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Nota-se um sentimento de tristeza quando o poeta se lembra de um tempo “que não volta mais”: &lt;i&gt;quando eu tinha seis anos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Outro tema recorrente é a sensualidade. Muitas vezes expressada por um sentimento de impossibilidade de alcance do desejo sexual, em virtude dos problemas de saúde que impedem o poeta de ter um vida social e afetiva comum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Maçã&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Por um lado te vejo como um seio murcho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo outro como um ventre de cujo umbigo pende ainda o cordão placentário&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;És vermelha como o amor divino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Dentro de ti em pequenas pevides&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palpita a vida prodigiosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinitamente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;E quedas tão simples&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado de um talher&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num quarto pobre de hotel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 1.7pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Observa-se a analogia entre maçã e o corpo feminino ou suas partes mais sensuais. Neste caso, nota-se mais uma vez, a simplicidade na escrita, na construção dos versos, mas de um riqueza de imagens impressionantes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 1.7pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Por último, uma de suas poesias mais conhecidas: “Vou-me embora pra Pasárgada”, onde o tema da fuga torna-se evidente, através da criação de um lugar perfeito, ideal para uma vida plena do poeta:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 1.7pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vou me embora pra Pasárgada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;Vou-me embora pra Pasárgada&lt;br /&gt;Lá sou amigo do rei&lt;br /&gt;Lá tenho a mulher que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Na cama que escolherei&lt;br /&gt;Vou-me embora pra Pasárgada &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;[...]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;Em Pasárgada tem tudo&lt;br /&gt;É outra civilização&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Tem um processo seguro&lt;br /&gt;De impedir a concepção&lt;br /&gt;Tem telefone automático&lt;br /&gt;Tem alcalóide à vontade&lt;br /&gt;Tem prostitutas bonitas&lt;br /&gt;Para a gente namorar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: rgb(230,230,230) 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;E quando eu estiver mais triste&lt;br /&gt;Mas triste de não ter jeito&lt;br /&gt;Quando de noite me der&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de me matar&lt;br /&gt;-Lá sou amigo do rei-&lt;br /&gt;Terei a mulher que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Na cama que escolherei&lt;br /&gt;Vou-me embora pra Pasárgada.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: -1.75pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Portanto, é importante relembrar que a obra &lt;i&gt;Melhores poemas de Manuel Bandeira&lt;/i&gt; reúne poemas de toda a sua vida literária. Por isto, há uma reunião de vários temas e características dispares entre os poemas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: -1.75pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Mas, não se esqueça que as poesias aqui devem ser relacionadas, guardadas as proporções, às características primordiais do Modernismo, de liberdade de criação, superação de modelos arcaicos da Literatura Nacional e proposta de uma nova concepção de poesia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: -1.75pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Ao mesmo tempo, sua poesia não deve ser separada de sua vida. Desta forma, poesias que expressam um sentimento íntimo com a morte são derivados da triste experiência de Bandeira com uma doença, em seu contexto histórico, praticamente irreversível.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn1"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8865358058626689713#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Francisco de Assis foi o estudioso em Manuel Bandeira que fez a seleção dos poemas desta obra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn2"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8865358058626689713#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Metalinguagem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="article"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Segundo Thaís N. de Camargo&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Metalinguagem é a propriedade que tem a língua de voltar-se para si mesma, é a forma de expressão dos dicionários e das gramáticas. O significado do termo, entretanto, ampliou-se e hoje o encontramos associado aos vários tipos de linguagem. Veja esta explicação na íntegra , consulte&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/educacao/ult305u1745.shtml"&gt; http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/educacao/ult305u1745.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/8865358058626689713-7444160193610278504?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7444160193610278504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=7444160193610278504&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/7444160193610278504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/7444160193610278504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/04/caros-alunos-e-caras-alunas-conforme.html' title='análise: Manuel Bandeira - por luiz cézar cordeiro'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-8759119054640096776</id><published>2008-04-24T10:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:17:43.139-03:00</updated><title type='text'>soirée musicale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBCJYG9vrvI/AAAAAAAAADE/ba1DQzHB0WA/s1600-h/LePetitPrince6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBCJYG9vrvI/AAAAAAAAADE/ba1DQzHB0WA/s320/LePetitPrince6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192801417637637874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-8759119054640096776?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8759119054640096776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=8759119054640096776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/8759119054640096776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/8759119054640096776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/04/soire-musicale.html' title='soirée musicale'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBCJYG9vrvI/AAAAAAAAADE/ba1DQzHB0WA/s72-c/LePetitPrince6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-6233983378688344166</id><published>2008-04-17T00:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:44:29.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>blindness</title><content type='html'>Saiu o primeiro trailer do filme Blindness, dirigido por Fernando Meireles, baseado no Romance de José Saramago "Ensaio sobre a Cegueira".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O engraçado é que as imagens que vi nesse pequeno vídeo são mais ou menos parecidas com aquelas que montei em minha cabeça, quando li o livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que aguardo esse filme com ansiedade. Espero que ele seja tão bom quanto essa magnífica obra. Na verdade, se ele for apenas bom, tá muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-51226f76125d4afe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51226f76125d4afe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331480462%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D373F768A1C49C20FC416F405D119CBADA4A395F2.28245D0636276707F506BCBBD57412BCABA1BF93%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51226f76125d4afe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPEceQZIJSNQmk-QUHv8NcsaELN4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51226f76125d4afe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331480462%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D373F768A1C49C20FC416F405D119CBADA4A395F2.28245D0636276707F506BCBBD57412BCABA1BF93%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51226f76125d4afe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPEceQZIJSNQmk-QUHv8NcsaELN4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-6233983378688344166?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=51226f76125d4afe&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6233983378688344166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=6233983378688344166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/6233983378688344166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/6233983378688344166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/04/blindness.html' title='blindness'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-4869256525026185687</id><published>2008-04-08T23:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:39:23.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>manuel... um cara apenas</title><content type='html'>Sempre que leio um poema qualquer de Manuel Bandeira, vejo como que a vida pode se tornar poesia e vice-versa. Mas há quem discorde ou desconheça isso. Basta ver, não apenas no recorrente tema da morte, mas na simplicidade que há na poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta simplicidade não é coisa de estética, mas coisa de vida. O tom prosaico as vezes se resume a uma conversa com um amigo, com um parente, com uma amante ou com as paredes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos críticos gostam de complicar o que não é complicado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Estou cansado do lirismo que não é libertação"&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Bandeira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-4869256525026185687?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4869256525026185687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=4869256525026185687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/4869256525026185687'/><link 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length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3747516151955030691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=3747516151955030691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/3747516151955030691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/3747516151955030691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-vie-en-rose.html' title='la vie en rose'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-6741800863575456297</id><published>2008-03-24T09:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:45:04.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'>volta a batalha</title><content type='html'>Após alguns dias de férias, nesta semana vou deixar aqui um texto que escrevi sobre Manuel Bandeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É apenas uma pequena análise do livro &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Melhores Poemas &lt;/span&gt;para os alunos que estão prestando vestibular na UFU. Caso outros se interessem pelo livro, fiquem a vontade pra ler. Garanto que não faz mal algum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-6741800863575456297?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6741800863575456297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=6741800863575456297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/6741800863575456297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/6741800863575456297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/03/volta-batalha.html' title='volta a batalha'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-3800458625585917302</id><published>2008-02-25T17:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:38:49.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o remédio para a insônia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/R8MtKRxcUAI/AAAAAAAAACg/w6gs69Kre9I/s1600-h/Hotel-disco-voador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/R8MtKRxcUAI/AAAAAAAAACg/w6gs69Kre9I/s320/Hotel-disco-voador.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171026451744182274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muitas vezes os poetas, escritores, dramaturgos criaram algo brilhante em meio a uma grande insônia. Não que isso seja inspiração, mas é um momento propício para criar algo novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num momento como este, criei, além do poema abaixo, o "conceito" para minha pequena obra literária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa leitura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Disco voador&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Você já viu um disco voador?&lt;br /&gt;Você já viu?&lt;br /&gt;Será que desaprovou&lt;br /&gt;Minha angústia viril?&lt;br /&gt;Será que será uma porta&lt;br /&gt;Que abriu?&lt;br /&gt;Uma janela que fechou?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já viu um disco voador?&lt;br /&gt;Quem já viu, por pouco amor&lt;br /&gt;Caçoou de si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Desacreditou no céu&lt;br /&gt;Tão estranha espaçonave,&lt;br /&gt;dando voltas num mundo desabitado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem viu desaprovou,&lt;br /&gt;Tão estranho é o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que há pessoas estranhas&lt;br /&gt;Próximas umas das outras&lt;br /&gt;Procurando apenas em si&lt;br /&gt;Um sinal no céu, no ar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nenhum desses viram&lt;br /&gt;O disco voador&lt;br /&gt;Que pousou manso&lt;br /&gt;E encontrou solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BOLSAE%7E1/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-3800458625585917302?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3800458625585917302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=3800458625585917302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/3800458625585917302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/3800458625585917302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-remdio-para-insnia.html' title='o remédio para a insônia'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/R8MtKRxcUAI/AAAAAAAAACg/w6gs69Kre9I/s72-c/Hotel-disco-voador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-7336043612884537949</id><published>2008-02-13T10:40:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T11:03:05.976-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Novos Livros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para quem vai encarar o vestibular de Julho / 2008 tem algumas novidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A UFU trocou três obras literárias. Saíram &lt;em&gt;Sentimento do mundo de Drummond, Melhores Poemas de Ferreira Gullar e Triste Fim de Policarpo Quaresma de Lima Barreto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No lugar destas obras &lt;em&gt;ficaram La vie en close de Paulo Leminski&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prosas seguidas de odes mínimas de José Paulo Paes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ensaio sobre a Cegueira de José Saramago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que se viu foi uma apanhado maior de obras contemporâneas. Agora, a obra mais "antiga" é Sagarana do Guimarães Rosa (1946).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta forma, acredito que os vestibulandos terão uma contato maior ainda com a produção mais atual da Literatura Brasileira. O próximo passo agora é ler as obras.&lt;em&gt; Bonne Lecture!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que eu tiver material que ajude na leitura desta obras, eu coloco aqui no blog ou no grupo de Francês do Futuro &lt;&lt;a href="http://groups.google.com.br/group/francesfuturo?hl=pt-BR"&gt;http://groups.google.com.br/group/francesfuturo?hl=pt-BR&lt;/a&gt;&gt;.&lt;/div&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/8865358058626689713-7336043612884537949?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7336043612884537949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=7336043612884537949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/7336043612884537949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/7336043612884537949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/02/novos-livros.html' title='Novos Livros'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-9140239971618752766</id><published>2008-02-13T10:26:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:37:52.722-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Clichês</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/R7LiwBxcT6I/AAAAAAAAABw/5GXYbSsfLbg/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166441037284790178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/R7LiwBxcT6I/AAAAAAAAABw/5GXYbSsfLbg/s320/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguém já disse alguma vez em algum lugar que o futuro é incerto. Isso é óbvio. Mas, quando a gente se propõe a estabelecer metas, talvez o futuro pode ser certeiro ou quase certeiro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vixi, ultimamente ando falando muito clichês. Porém, percebo que a vida é uma legião de clichês. Não é mesmo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/8865358058626689713-9140239971618752766?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/9140239971618752766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=9140239971618752766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/9140239971618752766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/9140239971618752766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/02/clichs.html' title='Clichês'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/R7LiwBxcT6I/AAAAAAAAABw/5GXYbSsfLbg/s72-c/DSC00129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-8633569510381168949</id><published>2008-01-17T15:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:24:46.003-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitaco's Literários</title><content type='html'>Nos dias 14 e 15, Leozim, Mariana e Eu apresentamos os Pitaco's Literários, mundialmente conhecido como Palestra de Literatura do Futuro Pré-Vestibular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram horas de análise, palpites, bate-papo sobre Literatura, mais especificamente sobre as obras literárias cobradas no vestibular da UFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito para agradecer a Mariana por ter aceito o convite e ter dado uma bela contribuição aos alunos. Brigadão Mariana!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao Leozim. É isso aí meu irmão!!!! Grande Leozeira da Bahia... Os pitaco's arrepiaram a galera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quem se interessar pelos slides apresentados no Pitaco's, podem baixar o arquivo na página do Grupo de Francês do Futuro: &lt;a href="http://groups.google.com.br/group/francesfuturo?hl=pt-BR"&gt;http://groups.google.com.br/group/francesfuturo?hl=pt-BR&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande abraço a todos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-8633569510381168949?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8633569510381168949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=8633569510381168949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/8633569510381168949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/8633569510381168949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/01/pitacos-literrios.html' title='Pitaco&apos;s Literários'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865358058626689713.post-351961220017383199</id><published>2007-12-13T17:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:50:04.567-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Segue abaixo um poema de minha autoria em homenagem a um conto de Rogers.Silva intitulado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Uma viagem ruim". Trecho disponível no blog: &lt;a href="http://rogerssilvaoriginal.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rogerssilvaoriginal.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Ode a uma viagem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 171pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso duvide, falarei onde estou...&lt;br /&gt;Só lhe peço uma coisa: não me deixe em estado de banalização. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Uma viagem ruim – Rogers.Silva]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I used to love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; não sai da minha cabeça&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Como uma trombeta que reaviva&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Meu passado um pouco recente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Sim, já quis matar alguém.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Por amar tanto sem saber ao certo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Onde se armazenam as lágrimas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Minha juventude pode ainda estar no rosto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Viva, teimosa e inocente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Mas sinto como pedra a mocidade dos meus sonhos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Ora, não morri de amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Só quis matar por não saber...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Soube de tudo depois que o amor virou silêncio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Este silêncio de matar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Esta morte por dentro passageira&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;O infinito definhar-se enquanto Axl cheira pó.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Pensaria eu que a vida chegaria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;A este futuro recente, e eu equilibrado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Pudesse sobreviver sem saber aproveitar o amor?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Talvez ela, a vida, prometeu-me um amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Matou-me diversas vezes para que eu pudesse&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Estar exatamente aqui!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Ah! Minha juventude&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Minha viagem foi tão ruim e hoje&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Adormeço sorrindo, pois tenho sono, muito sono.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É meu troféu, é o que restou,&lt;br /&gt;É o que me aquece sem me dar calor.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não tenho o meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho a minha dor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;“De mais Ninguém” [M. Monte &amp;amp; A. Antunes]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;LuiZ CéZar Cordeiro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8865358058626689713-351961220017383199?l=luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/351961220017383199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8865358058626689713&amp;postID=351961220017383199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/351961220017383199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8865358058626689713/posts/default/351961220017383199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luizcezarcordeiro.blogspot.com/2007/12/poema.html' title='Poema'/><author><name>Luiz Cézar Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232997696304177779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2rp1TzLhpk/SBYL929vrwI/AAAAAAAAADM/3dL0nXNaY1I/S220/Fotos+Luiz+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
