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  1. <?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3162421</id><updated>2025-03-30T23:19:07.179-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mude</title><subtitle type='html'>Mude, mas comece devagar, porque a direção é mais importante que a velocidade.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7290</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-5395099867934670957</id><published>2025-03-30T23:08:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-30T23:19:07.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inteligência racional</title><summary type="text">As grandes inteligências conseguem considerar duas ou mais visões diferentes, opostas, contrastantes ou até mesmo contraditórias de uma mesma questão, analisá-las ambas ou todas em conjunto, racionalmente, metodicamente, e às vezes simultaneamente, e não preferir nenhuma delas até que alguma conclusão logicamente satisfatória se apresente.
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  6. Com as minhas atitudes (quase sempre racionais e com </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5395099867934670957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5395099867934670957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/inteligencia.html' title='Inteligência racional'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4s_YnbBbSxs-lvoyd-6eI66odmJ1_FvzMd5tHPa934GjW75k83XEran5GYQ4cXpsEmVvz7Js9e_zLv1N2ho1W2aLwUD_CA2rDzBZBYApbs7V6U9WN2_ZGsqPpLCsRK0kMf22ipT03IFrsnewdLn66zCpdb5N3DrEsI7LBlZjp5aJsjpAAXeM/s72-w400-h300-c/IMG-20230102-WA0066.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-9143996038330780160</id><published>2025-03-29T05:11:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-29T05:27:29.947-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O teu último dia</title><summary type="text">AVENTURA
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  8. Quero agora te propor uma aventura:
  9. Imagine que hoje é o teu último dia de vida.
  10. Faça tudo o que você mais gostaria de fazer hoje — antes de morrer. Dê um pouco de atenção àquilo que realmente importa. Desfaça-se de tudo que não presta. Jogue fora todas as quinquilharias. Desapegue-se das bugigangas. Despreocupe-se. Olhe bem as tuas coisas, avalie calmamente os teus sonhos e projetos, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/9143996038330780160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/9143996038330780160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/ultimo-dia.html' title='O teu último dia'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurCE0C1VrsTzuUO1KO7gmudtimCAqiY2vutxCOGC5bZwaRvUpmxfoZLFXuSVFdK6fopHEw-TibN8n0yjbDGBpKUuZRLH7mO6f6-wFPm8L6yQgGJwAF36rbRQOTXL7oOqEqRb56UM2zMUFUkRNqQx-JcfsLfVFb5L9ZHwvFZhcM-EKmE1fuvx2mQ/s72-w480-h640-c/IMG-20230919-WA0029%20(1).jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-8457178201125650071</id><published>2025-03-28T11:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-28T11:17:52.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Visão do mundo</title><summary type="text">Não existem verdades definitivas, inquestionáveis. O que existe são interpretações elaboradas sobre determinados aspectos da realidade — comprováveis ou não — mas necessariamente condicionadas pelo ponto de vista, pelos interesses pessoais, pela visão do mundo, e pela capacidade intelectual de quem as propõe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/8457178201125650071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/8457178201125650071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/visao-do-mundo.html' title='Visão do mundo'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0OE9MdVbPJ7xKebG18UgR3mXrvbJ6E2Lbte0J2SWcWSRTiBrWCO5SynBkVRqoPqEfhbVYjVasT4yOtn3RcN0E8dQr7snPchL-JUf9dJ7RSu1nJnQv6eEUHyw9OMcb1Ly640SY3BrHe85IMAS9lqdqYrrz_l6TKQwoepeZoR35DFRqkINk4-w3g/s72-w376-h640-c/485684140_10233008680831442_7514971210964099879_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-3983356542138926168</id><published>2025-03-27T07:08:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-28T11:20:40.731-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Elogios e críticas</title><summary type="text">ELOGIOS E CRÍTICAS
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  14. Como toda pessoa com posições seriamente democráticas — no sentido grego da expressão — eu aceito tanto as críticas positivas quanto as negativas a respeito do que sou, do que penso, e do que faço. Todas elas são, por definição, simples manifestações de opinião — e todas, por isso mesmo, igualmente passíveis de serem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/3983356542138926168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/3983356542138926168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/elogios-e-criticas.html' title='Elogios e críticas'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdFhbS3nHaxrQn7SCJaZa9Zxsvx2rjqyO0ZIzHNE0h-fPWu7iV3wrn16VF98kadDIUhi6xi96k_DJg-I3p7C_l0bynclih0uo41lCLg9E2ZXVshaF-MT4IAFCJaq_59CKoiH47U60eKjeVML8xqRbkL8Zln1wB-XClnPGrbjJq-3AueD3-NTeAA/s72-w376-h640-c/465932566_10231503651686654_6677898845109983125_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-4522196941381072888</id><published>2025-03-25T09:45:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-25T09:48:35.384-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo é experimental</title><summary type="text">Esta minha página é experimental, no mais amplo sentido que tal palavra possa ter. Aqui não procuro defender nenhuma posição conservadora nem contemporizo com adeptos da normalidade absoluta ou radical.Também não busco ser compreendido, nem pretendo apenas te agradar.Eu quero, primordialmente, te fazer pensar.Contra ou a favor ao que proponho — não importa.Mas, pensar.Portanto, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/4522196941381072888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/4522196941381072888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/experimental.html' title='Tudo é experimental'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO0caJ24ClbFGitcm6ihQXUfonmdqSwVYr-hIvleHRjFjp6VLsFu0JsMVfmHdLl-y7g7BzypZRSJgOzKL4NRaebGzXgJpJTjllEN4Shesgb7TBU9haKRpW8UEb10RHyjtmz8sk2S4qTOjifAcT81MxyACb6BNpRzcVVMmTcfB7nzNgeuST_YjNbQ/s72-w400-h283-c/facebook_1700978451469_7134420722912937957.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-2555610867168384330</id><published>2025-03-24T22:30:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-28T17:37:16.954-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina</title><summary type="text">Marina vai tirando sua blusinha — e eu, indeciso, assustado, perdido entre botões, não sei o que fazer. Seus peitinhos inexistem, os mamilos nacarados desabrocham numa cor indefinida que ainda nem conheço. Ela tem oitenta e nove anos de idade e sabe de coisas que certamente não sei. Marina me conquista com seus olhinhos de mistério — e nas suas pupilas excitadas eu vejo um Mestre absoluto. Ela </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/2555610867168384330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/2555610867168384330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/marina.html' title='Marina'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizgsgkd6RZ-W5UJcT0ki8dGPuHSeAuekrWkKbVxlUnoQ3mBZkqQsl0489Wh5oksOo4IUWLxsg9zZ6sTKN5qPHW30aZzobGQyZKFcYpTLHnPCz95MDuHtnc2-kOeHzPUTk7DfY5Uu5VgvSx6D_dv3URF9umrqoHRPMfQixaM242zZq8RulYI0yD0w/s72-w213-h400-c/edson-baby!!!%20(2).jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-5470072300847323383</id><published>2025-03-23T05:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-23T06:16:18.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimente-me</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Para Ler Na ViagemNovo livro meu a ser lançado em Dezembro de 2025.O que eu escrevo é para ser lido sem pressa.&amp;nbsp;O que eu escrevo é para se ler no ônibus, no metrô, no táxi, no avião, na Rodoviária. No banheiro... No hotel. Na cama. No café da manhã. Na rede. Na casa da Mãe. Na praia, no parque, no quintal.&amp;nbsp;No colo amoroso de um grande amor.&amp;nbsp;O que eu escrevo é para ser lido </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5470072300847323383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5470072300847323383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/experimente.html' title='Experimente-me'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDVoQziVQOWSLS-SsyCisvBlLAAy5lzeK-vhM-0FCFsR1_wHLlcjvKbgM0Qq8l-TkR6j8yvKnKWHq3xiSgCwt-LtMpqr6Yt7MgxdCiQQDymTC58nAFpJdnVVUBOedl_K_OCozHb0nY00pls0GFGha2bGelXmLUw1uaoMjj475Y4-qGfcCbvq2ckjymxQ/s72-w360-h640-c/ONO%20-%20IMG_20220104_122921%20(2)%20(1).jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-4964824795530622548</id><published>2025-03-21T23:31:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-21T23:42:14.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é a inveja</title><summary type="text">
  15. Hoje quero escrever um breve texto sobre essa coisa horrorosa chamada inveja. Vou começar alterando uma frase genial de José Ingenieros, para deixá-la mais ou menos assim:
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  17. A inveja é o modo mais aberrante de prestar homenagem à superioridade alheia.
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  19. Escrevi algo sobre as invejas sublimada, neurótica e perversa. Contudo, ainda estou refinando o texto, pois passei a considerar desnecessária tal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/4964824795530622548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/4964824795530622548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/inveja.html' title='O que é a inveja'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIK0_bhIMLpJbFb3Sn0Z-lxaFOP_Op8xMRwcfNLLE2iED0KP39kULhWsqBjUKrEHR2jPjA7_loTC6nMOp2Ske4QeCJhh8pOExayfLO81XJ951ofL-5lImtiZ81dOzxFQQYgn7ENAzDqTMS9XaRXZbiiwFrgpkVewBg86xQgBxjC-hChKZjiLBuxA/s72-w430-h640-c/481903599_10232838565058654_8799847048327265587_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-1868091139072015091</id><published>2025-03-20T07:48:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-20T09:38:07.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhe para os lados</title><summary type="text">Agora mesmo, onde você estiver, olhe para os lados. Ajuste a consciência, apure a sensibilidade, abra seu coração, respire fundo, olhe para os lados outra vez, e responda-me sinceramente:— As pessoas com as quais você hoje convive (em casa, na escola ou no trabalho) são amorosas, compreensivas, inteligentes, excitantes, audaciosas, livres, saudáveis, brilhantes, honestas, sensíveis, delicadas, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/1868091139072015091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/1868091139072015091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/olhe-para-os-lados.html' title='Olhe para os lados'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOgxpsdC-3rG46pNsb0kArYy0RWuZUvs5l_CZVBv2vUlEOqVrHl1EumoqdMNy6PHxXnATw1hwuAzJna0bW6b8zifY1xGNHNybUKd6NZOg77tLeo0K6pF6cxJsKIrixuMMf2mOTKp9rSsgu8SES-wzFe1pKEBZwblp-X0oalhZ4Ltq2FmUH2KS6g/s72-w368-h640-c/IMG-20240511-WA0003%20(1).jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-1872303212529278850</id><published>2025-03-19T08:02:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-19T13:30:04.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Pai e os Girassóis</title><summary type="text">Meu pai era racional demais, disciplinado demais, e ético demais. Dominava o cálculo, era íntimo dos números, ensinou-me a tabuada do 13 quando eu tinha sete anos. Quem não sabe a tabuada não vai longe, ele me dizia.&amp;nbsp;Nasceu para o comando. Era dono de uma violência verbal impressionante — e nunca deixava pra depois as broncas necessárias que pudesse dar. Exagerado, tinha seus momentos de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/1872303212529278850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/1872303212529278850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/meu-pai.html' title='Meu Pai e os Girassóis'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDJSfjOiqguuPP5BOA7W4K-gT2Y-xSxB7mAvoGaemBXPjIPIZQjP7pNRguoUCiANeimTSOOJd62U-zl21-y_be-J_95BjymYc3jcgPkUNmg81JsntYannApARZQTgAcy9dIsJWPakiqJ6JB4HeuMgqvDVI03Jt0MGLrzqSxdoaEK_vwnvf9Yx0A/s72-w400-h365-c/484917826_10232972891616734_473561844296797709_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-5444019578567150221</id><published>2025-03-18T08:34:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-18T10:16:28.865-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou existencialista</title><summary type="text">
  20. Eu era um marxista empedernido. Queria salvar a classe operária, mal sabendo que classe que não tem classe não se salva. Se afunda.
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  22. Eu li o Livro Vermelho aos doze anos de idade. Li &quot;O Capital&quot; inteiro e (depois, na USP) escrevi uma tese sobre Lênin. Tive que apoiar até mesmo o realismo socialista que chegava de Moscou. Virei comunista, fui preso pela ditadura militar, sofri um bom bocado. E, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5444019578567150221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5444019578567150221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/sou-existencialista.html' title='Sou existencialista'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQawaJZI3u5ndu6DWwVP5GqnkpKiFXvD6PnGjP5D3vXh9hUucIScLgRbGJq1H5h4z6ZWfrKXHZq6VoP4HKsTsNvalzagbw1BMo_VVg44uqQv_3-PqZlmbSuqh-7nf9DRFcJb6dpN-XgxuQ-qKT7oUC5_MF8FmJ_LpBHHGICGxvIkN7D43HiLA_fg/s72-w480-h640-c/The%20Rose%202%20(3).jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-6972962536827087788</id><published>2025-03-17T09:18:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-17T16:28:56.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus, meu alimento</title><summary type="text">Ao ver agora a flor que desabrocha eu me pergunto onde está o botão que aqui havia ontem. E sei que amanhã, ao voltar, verei um fruto novo — belíssimo&amp;nbsp;—&amp;nbsp;e também perguntarei onde estará a flor que aqui havia hoje.E no dia seguinte, inspirado em Hegel, domarei a minha fome de amor beijando as formas lógicas resultantes do novo fruto da poesia nova.Mas não é nada, não:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;é só </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/6972962536827087788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/6972962536827087788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/deus.html' title='Deus, meu alimento'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQwDO6uVw2H-Lyv8r8HNwFvaPwgGOHpmxFoFvcTaEGXdY73VStjkCqXmeMc4jMnRPiFGckWwnhYBwTcMIdetitDoSn56KjbZIRadr1KmlRa1fwpQM2RjjmcB7MGdGro1e-JEgP1K15J0uLYnZd8zj49Kltu6EVpKLiuxnzrRTIVaJh7xaEWGg/s72-w360-h640-c/IMG-20220909-WA0014.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-4432633824581729310</id><published>2025-03-16T18:43:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-16T19:19:44.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Autoajuda, será mesmo?</title><summary type="text">Uma grande empresa consultou-me sobre a possibilidade de uma edição especial do livro Mude, para ser distribuído aos seus clientes e funcionários no final deste ano, com o argumento de que precisava de um bom livro de autoajuda (sic), que fosse poético e de fácil leitura.... Haverá uma cerimônia pública, onde eu deverei estar presente. Pois bem. Mas o termo &quot;autoajuda&quot; ficou martelando-me a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/4432633824581729310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/4432633824581729310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/autoajuda.html' title='Autoajuda, será mesmo?'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCD4VzADYqimpAUxXyt9FM48T0_N_dkFrvfYngzu2VatifDwQPBEd0bHnUVKpZupT6nLVTU8c-FSpO5DrmY-bhg4lhwEL6qB_SPJRl3AUmeya1kHE47dXyqKGphc7xDHUZTigU/s72-c/Livro+Mude+-+Autoajuda+Siciliano.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-7891562431593150661</id><published>2025-03-15T09:37:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-15T09:41:57.118-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As pessoas normais</title><summary type="text">Se você disser que é infeliz, ou que tem um grave problema (de saúde, de dinheiro ou de relacionamento), quase todos acreditam, e chegam até a te oferecer um ombro consolador. Muitas vezes hipocritamente, mas oferecem.Mas se você disser que é feliz, ou que tudo está correndo às mil maravilhas com tua vida — e que não fica doente há mais de trinta anos — duvidam...Isso acontece porque pessoas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/7891562431593150661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/7891562431593150661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/pessoas-normais.html' title='As pessoas normais'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwNdEKa8oIYEZQuX8zr0FlZsuR5NlZRlusRW9Xhh_30b8cb8x6GHQxKZvYOMldtVPc53eI0fmcgq5Wg25VPfEsAFpg6cFF4Kw_FLNM9gEyDguQMTduFO7sZKet23-F-in2S0paMvE-dMbdzf7i94yOM6Q1yk21nAJT8nMEgCUYJTc7WNeQHqdP_A/s72-w400-h291-c/FB%20-%20Bisneto%20da%20liberdade%20(1).jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-8503766852400578838</id><published>2025-03-14T03:40:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-14T03:47:07.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeta semente</title><summary type="text">
  23. Eu era só uma semente, pequenina e germinante, mas depois cresci. Cresci como crescem as magnólias e os gatos. Cresci como crescem os machados e os sândalos, as margaridas e os inocentes. Cresci como crescem os deuses e as clarices. Cresci como crescem os morangos e as mitologias, os amores e os girassóis. Cresci...
  24. E agora?
  25. Este gatinho é o Max Von Braun, mais conhecido como Pequerrucho.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/8503766852400578838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/8503766852400578838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/poeta-semente.html' title='Poeta semente'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDkcv1MX8Azvf2jXjfl3JP2pYuRmljvdw9B7EB0G1RNO3W6VGtVVnYTPgAT5hssxEOXYujfyDoBlW6CgZujgBDsjLJnAQBDl7ehKVgq9dnmXMsQkld8B82q55JJ5vE4bXfpX_I5whfO0ch4WERflFnJFSfG05CveJu0Ehoq6AvQem3hAVf_NAXA/s72-w410-h640-c/facebook_1701049494791_7134718700200674125.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-4838175650937854426</id><published>2025-03-13T04:01:00.020-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-13T04:37:08.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaghetti à Carbonara</title><summary type="text">Quase três da manhã e eu estou aqui, ao lado de um grande amor, comendo um Spaghetti à carbonara, com parmesão ralado e cebolinha da horta. E tomando a primeira garrafa de Calamares Rosé...
  26. É que minha janta de ontem foi apenas leite com sucrilhos...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/4838175650937854426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/4838175650937854426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/spaghetti-carbonara.html' title='Spaghetti à Carbonara'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgimrn4aQaYG8aSiH4tGZjpOp5rH8nawK0xHs7-ml-lhpQ2MpS9ugTu7GiZ6153dwHFqpaemFUYNLWHg6r0f22bgYF79Wmpi7pVio9EgfsHCSwSmENvVC1bOzJu10kuR_lkJKWbMOVsKlRaPM7wQBoK5bUMtzfjMbOTP9vMHwmOYWrHZGLQEHThmA/s72-w354-h640-c/484580125_10232894972068794_7638704012594187151_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-6095846194412099896</id><published>2025-03-12T02:08:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-13T04:54:06.235-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Divórcio amoroso</title><summary type="text">
  27. Minha ideia 774.
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  30.  
  31. Divórcio Amoroso e Racional.
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  37. Click na imagem para acessar o site.Nesse dia eu estava tomando o café&amp;nbsp; da manhã no Itararé Hotel, onde morei por um ano e quatro meses. Aliás, neste hotel eu&amp;nbsp;sempre volto, para ressuscitar saudades. Inclusive dos quatro ou cinco grandes amores que lá eu tive em 2019-2020.
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  41. A ideia básica é a seguinte: Existe um modo racional de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/6095846194412099896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/6095846194412099896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/divorcio-amoroso.html' title='Divórcio amoroso'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2iHzFOHO00aUzsGphLCxq9rnVgmPJX3KxP5EuFiltX2aqWZVISZuQZfRHUBu10P0v0MMOmoUDZecghBenCpqCORG_zoC14nqbGfowkuFt8qczodZ_d7Ngjr6_w1z9Vx3BcCs/s72-c/IMG-20190718-WA0002.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-7445836187745362301</id><published>2025-03-10T14:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-10T14:25:46.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu abro todas as gaiolas</title><summary type="text">Tem dias que eu tento conter este divino coração que salta profundo de mim, e que me beija dançando de dentro pra fora. Amantíssimo, poético, livre — e meu: eis o meu coração, meu amor: escancarado em teus braços... Porque em mim agora não existem outras estações. A primavera toda cresce dentro do meu peito, e as flores já não murcham mais. Sou um trem desgovernado em direção ao interior. Zen, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/7445836187745362301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/7445836187745362301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/gaiolas.html' title='Eu abro todas as gaiolas'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjNShv9odiIUYZTYNlEPbEoYUVXYrhWJJ1jKVXK_lqUM5qgF1NrwtdYyFaQbheAp_HY9HH3HHS_1agE5afYxntmPnnhzwP-5TyvBzkgpaFEA302Z6AZk9JUUI13tmhWlXDVb-Yk0R8efbNOpvypWPz0dY5HgA8Ri1BwCDqABdD26wFp8YNU7pQ7A/s72-w368-h640-c/462100707_10231017362649732_2674913158552573986_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-7978799430430412696</id><published>2025-03-08T00:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-08T00:25:25.622-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia das Mulheres</title><summary type="text">
  42. MULHERES
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  44. Não me bastam os cinco
  45. sentidos para perceber-lhes toda a beleza. Não me bastam os cinco sentidos para
  46. viver com totalidade o mistério profundo que elas trazem consigo. Eu tenho é
  47. que tocá-las, cheirá-las, acariciá-las, penetrar-lhes o sorriso, sentir o seu
  48. perfume, beijar-lhes o céu da boca, ouvir suas histórias, transformá-las em
  49. deusas. Tenho que dar-lhes o amor que o meu corpo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/7978799430430412696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/7978799430430412696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/mulheres.html' title='Dia das Mulheres'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUR9l4F72C_c8pYa1pjC74L-5Als_-LvqcAFkOxSAAFJEZW469PQkhJY9kV4-6DFo0MvRiWehqJB3maUf-ZMNVTvVTe5YagE6pJAfleNCUycJKhfUQKFfsu3odL9u-RMYrSogXdfQJZOHOGRkU1ImnMSXueuwEhGyMRM-WSqRPecJsQxuyeyRVDw/s72-w476-h640-c/Flores%20para%20as%20mulheres.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-486374939437135317</id><published>2025-03-07T03:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-07T03:14:48.068-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Decálogo</title><summary type="text">Desmandamentos
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  51. 1. Ame a Vida sobre todas as coisas.2. Não obedeça a ordens, exceto àquelas que venham do teu próprio coração.
  52. 3. A felicidade está dentro de você; não a procure em nenhum outro lugar.4. O amor livre é a mais religiosa das orações.
  53. 5. O desapego é a única porta para a verdade.6. A vida só existe aqui e agora.
  54. 7. Não corra: dance.8. Mude, mas comece devagar, porque a direção é mais</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/486374939437135317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/486374939437135317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/decalogo.html' title='Decálogo'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidr5PxW6FZhhqfJ8C1mcJZW5r0mlrNa3eVUrsHxZlrHFa2clTe0utsb3lRzj1fBP2vXNDCd4wiDQ5_7-sCEaBUnK6eqosfUh2stYXYQSNgk7pbMe5cJWtlgeLLG6HIb1WrZoYqO3Yf43aXB1eNGHvGRo2VJQnQQs6drK5FDRDxc4_LvVN4Conb7A/s72-w400-h400-c/facebook_1686463957353_7073542522183387396%20(1).jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-3571341742261159532</id><published>2025-03-05T04:03:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-05T04:14:07.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu carnaval não acaba nunca</title><summary type="text">Ainda que o vinho entorne, me visto sempre de cetim. Então minha cabeça canta, o meu corpo dança, meu coração se excita — e a forma inteira se vai sozinha. Parece que Deus abençoa muito mais minha coragem que o meu silêncio. Só me resta, portanto, continuar transformando água doce em vinho branco. Meu carnaval não acaba hoje. Sou um cisne que não morre nunca.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/3571341742261159532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/3571341742261159532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/meu-carnaval-nao-acaba-nunca.html' title='Meu carnaval não acaba nunca'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlvBTBzCtC4YVTKrT4YEP7qVoaC_hq_cZiYwzHnmo5etLf5X90r_kZVXXJc5NVBPWUA7QTMDGGB61tI2rG3GAvhoCEIw9D9MAluiqS1FYmYD6RaDMJ_Qdfwcg-y659reT0a2sp7Fzeew3almXjDW860ZxG8juKU4GvCZOPUXDxfgLKcK8ItlwzaA/s72-w408-h640-c/481076454_10232785096521974_2965464768898607913_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-3580279306183517095</id><published>2025-03-04T04:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-04T04:14:02.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Afrodite</title><summary type="text">Ao final da noite sobraram apenas uma rolha e o hibisco desmaiado...&amp;nbsp;❤️🌷</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/3580279306183517095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/3580279306183517095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/afrodite.html' title='Afrodite'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1jSucC7XeG06gezmK5mHlT1d-tuKHbRynNoz-4kZHj6XTbNg1eOcu-CfZYgXBhcZqAK4j2ZiByEUFyTVr6ZR2rL-tPFR1DBoOjcnegFTeVapkJoFhuW9mzIUmVelOpuITYA2gXB7isMkeznAvInl-YPno8x4Wumhx9UFqRne5pfBgiFldgO0ZA/s72-w288-h640-c/481085199_10232785230325319_1314617175359800337_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-6165620680458162243</id><published>2025-03-03T10:35:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-05T10:15:38.445-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minhas ideias 441 - 860 - 1144 - 1326 e as outras</title><summary type="text">
  55. Na madrugada enluarante de 09 de janeiro de 2015, em São Paulo, eu estava refinando minha ideia 441.&amp;nbsp;Só para registro, quatro anos e dez meses depois, no dia 06.10.2019, no Itararé Hotel, eu tive a minha ideia 860. Paranow. Uma empresa de pesquisa que vai começar a funcionar no Paraná nos próximos três ou quatro anos, talvez.
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  62. Também apenas como registro de interesse pessoal meu, nos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/6165620680458162243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/6165620680458162243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/minhas-ideias-441-860-1144-1326.html' title='Minhas ideias 441 - 860 - 1144 - 1326 e as outras'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsuv29lNOShvxJFaZG1qxo5YyqV9_ZONFUVnv3cja7PR2l_csVg0jejXKr_JX_JKppHGj2Y2ToFRhyphenhyphenPolRB26OHJG1KhIpLVdE6H10pIdiHgBJ-QfNtt0Q6SDDCMf4ZXHyXm2/s72-c/IMG-20191006-WA0001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-5239246182394920230</id><published>2025-03-03T07:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-03T07:01:25.008-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A colônia penal</title><summary type="text">
  63. Dizem que havia uma colônia de vermezinhos graciosos no fundo de um lodaçal. De vez em quando, alguns deles subiam à superfície e nunca mais voltavam. Isso deixava preocupados aqueles que permaneciam lá no fundo. O que será que tem lá em cima, que tipo de perigos pode haver? — eles se perguntavam. Até que certo dia um deles acordou, pôs as duas mãos no coração e prometeu sinceramente aos seus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5239246182394920230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5239246182394920230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/a-colonia-penal.html' title='A colônia penal'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUviDZfdJCq7RIJEohyXEOlNJbE3AigvHUCDzQi9_SZfLBLx8iFKzq5wKLl2xoRa-hKL73CGXLjGzOfeTbvB8VqlHZ6CcTfSi8HNjRyY_Mk1JeyAurNR4kmcL7CK8Dw02oxQGaLLBqDPNr9uJlqal7I6JI_TamZUHeeJowRlUDZER601hpmyxUPQ/s72-w360-h640-c/IMG-20231014-WA0028.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-7064835265660997719</id><published>2025-03-01T07:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2025-03-01T07:10:25.941-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva o Carnaval</title><summary type="text">
  64. Referindo-me ao Carnaval, eu já cheguei a dizer que sou contra &quot;alegria com hora marcada&quot; — mas é preciso fazer uma ressalva. Carnaval é coisa de amadores, sim. Daqueles que só tiram a fantasia nesses quatro dias, e depois voltam a vestir suas armaduras da normalidade. Porém, como qualquer festa em que haja música e dança, sexo e alegria, o carnaval merece o nosso respeito, se não o nosso apoio.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/7064835265660997719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/7064835265660997719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2025/03/carnaval.html' title='Viva o Carnaval'/><author><name>Edson Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662587379580774998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iehFShbqk-U/STCp1CLhJiI/AAAAAAAAASM/NO5yTYcOdcs/S220/capamude2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1jDbxOBNSRP8av6ix2Y173jzN1rD7VAQTinig0xV0qvsO_JxakW0ihVbF4GaLoAtIINAKj9FCnF8WCZUamD_VKaqBf59gV0C8dvgWNgxQ4PmJOwqyE0w5dZ4vkPpYqKoEKqeE5ibTpXUtXK2tZPj2DTHDnJ2ueHHQuUTD9Rq77JdFtOGGsOKnA/s72-w310-h640-c/481045287_10232729990064347_5762071132172739414_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry></feed>

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