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A vida é um jogo, e eu precisava de riscos. Se eu não mudasse, afundaria junto com as circunstâncias. Era preciso, portanto, que eu sumisse dali, que abandonasse tudo o que me envolvia. Tudo o que me cercava. Tudo: o Pai, a Mãe, os irmãos, a família, os amigos, a escola, o restaurante, o professor. O time, o futebol, as duas namoradas, minha Vó, meus espetos de picanha e o cheirinho de carvão. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5321769335478763253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5321769335478763253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/03/deu-certo.html' title='Deu certo, felizmente!'/><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/AVvXsEgJ8ErG5SyVTDIsF8r_bmwyPhDFLSOEvAiYhNJiv7bWwePILexZNer6unfpg9qr38x4zMOr1hR-UqvHDs5nQlEnGf1bTRpgGrccwJHpmmTzNsGIIyQJSOzAL8H_JMvRvdh1A4FtVZ4vCqkS076h1ND9lU1lwIie8D9WRyWtDbpZYfNdgjeqyZA-JQ/s72-w480-h640-c/IMG-20240316-WA0025.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-8631366141087043782</id><published>2024-03-18T09:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2024-03-18T10:15:50.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida</title><summary type="text">
A Vida é um jogo, belíssimo, onde só podemos ganhar aquilo que arriscamos.
Mas você parece que não anda ganhando muito, nem perdendo muito.
Nenhuma derrota acachapante, e nenhuma vitória inesquecível.
Nenhum ato grandioso, nenhum espetáculo...
Nenhuma desgraça horrorosa, mas também nenhuma paixão infinita.
Nenhuma queda profunda, nenhum salto mortal.
Nem pra cima, nem pra baixo.
Nada!
Nem</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/8631366141087043782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/8631366141087043782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/03/vida.html' title='A Vida'/><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/AVvXsEj0eRFspKnbXx98aHCoVm-ZrSOQ9-3x1BviShwIN7qyGQzWtpbQ2xefF1OmB-7w5Xc2On-BMSUIBO-ofMWhCBZpyPKRQMFxHDaSWrrkqSASNXsNU5qCamolU19q4RpJU4yTFc6_E2ixcENZ4iFBeFUloOnoFCFuKPF2XhZQbAAFbS-AsgXlyF8/s72-w388-h640-c/IMG-20221116-WA0014.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-408459364045665061</id><published>2024-03-17T18:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2024-03-17T18:54:23.038-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shinese Class</title><summary type="text">Faz 549 dias (*) que eu escrevo minhas aulas de mandarim e alemão. Uma a uma, dia por dia. Ininterruptamente.&nbsp;
Isto também se chama Disciplina.Daqui uns dois ou três anos vou criar um Escola de Mandarim, onde aplicarei esse meu método de aprendizagem. Que hoje chamo de Walking Shinese. Shinese, com Sh mesmo, posto que brilhante.Em 23.08.2020, numa tarde ensolarada nas praias do Guarujá, eu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/408459364045665061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/408459364045665061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/03/shinese-class.html' title='Shinese Class'/><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHRpEzwVd7g/X-ibbp0sNCI/AAAAAAAAG8M/U1sQCTTac9APfJcrx8J2yI0mUXdB3pa9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s72-w284-h400-c/IMG-20201226-WA0008.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-7798784711455330305</id><published>2024-03-15T14:06:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2024-03-15T14:08:46.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E se teus Amores fossem eternos</title><summary type="text">O amor é simples. Mas também complexo... Se meu amor por Marina (aos sete anos) fosse eterno, eu estaria com ela ainda hoje — e não teria estado com Sandra aos doze e nem teria conhecido Suzana, que é uma deusa inesquecível. Se eu tivesse ficado com Suzana para sempre, não teria conhecido Patrícia, nem Vera, nem Alessandra, nem Janaína, nem Carol, nem Beatriz, nem outras mil. Se eu tivesse sido </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/7798784711455330305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/7798784711455330305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/03/amores-eternos.html' title='E se teus Amores fossem eternos'/><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/AVvXsEiMG9Mo5yk3vNbiyWxVgoU2eYlzqLFoS0KrDXa0uDMjFCrT3x-kTUyJRCpSA1-vCItCOVA3_8IPCkF6t9lpthl1GUCOP336QepF4sD4p38NcZI9sRqr1zUe_hlQv3rOXEPxnSWq6BNvi6PV6teo1gm1n5yEKFMa73qwRIjjvpExq5MSd-rRDlw/s72-w225-h400-c/IMG-20220814-WA0036.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-4140725193238279324</id><published>2024-03-13T22:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2024-03-13T22:41:31.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu comercial</title><summary type="text">
Como já escrevi texto até para um Comercial da Fiat, agora posso fazer este "meu comercial". Dentre os projetos que estou criando, alguns requerem parcerias especiais brilhantes. Neste momento, inicialmente em São Paulo, quero contratar duas ou três advogadas e duas arquitetas — criativas, não fumantes. Se for o teu caso, deixe telefone ou e-mail no formulário de contato do site </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/4140725193238279324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/4140725193238279324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/03/meu-comercial.html' title='Meu comercial'/><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://img.youtube.com/vi/bCdIwNzKfy8/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-1989711711543613900</id><published>2024-03-11T08:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2024-03-11T08:28:43.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu pudesse</title><summary type="text">A vida é muito curta.
Isto é fatal.
Mas,
se eu pudesse começar de novo,
tomaria certos cuidados que nem sempre tomei:
Jamais teria permitido que me prendessem,
ainda que em nome do amor.
Teria quebrado as correntes logo no início.
Teria tido menos pressa
e mais coragem.
E nenhum sentimento de culpa.
Daria valor secundário
a todas as coisas secundárias,
e consideraria secundário tudo aquilo
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/1989711711543613900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/1989711711543613900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/03/se-eu-pudesse.html' title='Se eu pudesse'/><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-1455156783014274555</id><published>2024-03-09T21:51:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2024-03-09T21:58:05.607-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisão Original</title><summary type="text">&nbsp;Às vezes, como nesta madrugada de sábado e bem no meio de uma dose de absinto, temos que tomar duas cervejas:uma Original e uma Decisão.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/1455156783014274555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/1455156783014274555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/03/original.html' title='Decisão Original'/><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/AVvXsEi2W_TwFfcFYmdcb7vlgnw9JP5sPsp_OpV8FjuN2WSDLOiWaAMdg4csas-Hg7Bd5xRd5lyL_Mw-8RaBRQvw7iPD-IQDgxWkPZR7gz_kRRtLLbkif57k71pjCvAvWLKHMLdkYvsdAxlpVrnIKRdDb8UGPodwxN9tsxSrmohkUd3E602fDefYpIkK0A/s72-w300-h400-c/IMG-20240309-WA0004.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-6579202395061624998</id><published>2024-03-08T10:30:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2024-03-08T15:36:03.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia das Mulheres</title><summary type="text">
MULHERES
Não me bastam os cinco
sentidos para perceber-lhes toda a beleza. Não me bastam os cinco sentidos para
viver com totalidade o mistério profundo que elas trazem consigo. Eu tenho é
que tocá-las, cheirá-las, acariciá-las, penetrar-lhes o sorriso, sentir o seu
perfume, beijar-lhes o céu da boca, ouvir suas histórias, transformá-las em
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/6579202395061624998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/6579202395061624998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/03/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-1903759082068835477</id><published>2024-03-06T23:13:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2024-03-07T15:32:15.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A clavícula de Afrodite</title><summary type="text">
Nesta noite vitoriosa e de amor escandaloso a própria lua pára atônita no céu e nos assiste. Num voo imaginário de pássaro surpreso, meus doces lábios de morango tocam de passagem tua boca entreaberta: duas ou três gotas de champanhe caem no teu mamilo pontiagudo, como chuva de cristal no Pico do Everest. Ajoelho-me ao teu lado, e teu corpo já não é mais apenas o teu corpo: é uma catedral...
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/1903759082068835477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/1903759082068835477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/03/champagne.html' title='A clavícula de 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/AVvXsEgQs3QVsBBohMm2kiAqs5yXLlBIXiZlZDGlEkfL5TZv_yZxftvqEjQllzW0WzxEEB6kYeDlVkZbzVn9Pmt9djCXQzcU0wwmicNtsCvaf8o_VchCoF64rXKJ022vKinrIMubwJMiB63ExyHN8p0X_HamxQk-GR29Cs1qQxysXn3qxt2oti2m6qVR_Q/s72-c/IMG-20240306-WA0017.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-130496747778282901</id><published>2024-03-05T15:33:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2024-03-05T15:37:34.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Universo é feminino</title><summary type="text">Considerando a quantidade enorme de mulheres maravilhosas que eu já conheci na minha vida — e ainda conhecerei. Considerando as centenas de meninas lindas que amei profundamente até agora e também aquelas que ainda certamente amarei. Considerando os jantares delicados, os passeios amorosos, os brinquedos e as delícias todas que juntos vivemos e ainda viveremos, eu e minhas musas e deusas. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/130496747778282901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/130496747778282901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/03/universo-feminino.html' title='O Universo é feminino'/><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/AVvXsEiZsu9fM8isms_ESy0OqR6qCbvDX8VuIdva-wNGfceSx50KQcdPjAmEfZ686aP8cSqfFumsJvLRGgX0ASmirJgZenavUIwpFwY160irwJ2pZz5o2oRbkAXuZRQN9ulcABxtqaqTsOBczjwexlGCfydKDbA1ukEWbeh0AeUUoN6Smg9D_ZhkV0A/s72-w480-h640-c/Joyce%20-%20arte%20Modigliani%20-%202004.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-5543191554430754560</id><published>2024-03-04T12:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2024-03-04T12:13:20.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde fica o Céu</title><summary type="text">
Em Lucas 17:21 Jesus nos diz que o paraíso está dentro de nós. O céu não é um lugar nem uma situação: é um estado de espírito. E somente aqueles que têm bons propósitos e dominam seus estados de espírito é que podem ter o céu no seu próprio coração. Acredito. Da mesma forma e ao contrário, aqueles que não têm um bom equilíbrio emocional, aqueles que se desesperam e se estressam, que gritam e que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5543191554430754560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5543191554430754560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/03/ceu.html' title='Onde fica o Céu'/><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-3366450909719457482</id><published>2024-03-02T03:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2024-03-02T03:24:41.649-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Pai e os Girassóis</title><summary type="text">&nbsp;A melhor lição que meu Pai me deu.Se. Eu. Não. Estudar. Eu. Vou. Me. Foder.MESTRE ZEN COM VARA DE MARMELOMeu 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.&nbsp;Nasceu para o comando. Era dono de uma violência verbal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/3366450909719457482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/3366450909719457482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/03/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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5F4jmdH8Jwo/X_PE80qviMI/AAAAAAAAG88/hzDP2iiTGOAMI45XF9_d2wKICj__b_iVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s72-w400-h250-c/IMG-20201208-WA0013.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-5779082838611931416</id><published>2024-03-01T07:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2024-03-01T07:37:09.254-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pássaro surpreso</title><summary type="text">
Há dias em que é preciso que eu te perca inteiramente. É preciso que eu siga o que me pede o coração apaixonado — e o que suplica um novo grande amor aos pés da nova cama. Tua imagem, minha flor, fumaça escandalosa desprendida de si mesma, some em meio à volúpia da minha próxima lembrança. Então, te esqueço — carinhosamente. Mas, de repente, num voo alado de pássaro surpreso, entro em mim pra te</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5779082838611931416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5779082838611931416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/03/passaro-surpreso.html' title='Pássaro surpreso'/><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-3245703255595934365</id><published>2024-02-28T11:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2024-02-28T11:57:07.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minhas 800 frases</title><summary type="text">Minhas 800 frases preferidas.Volume 004.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/3245703255595934365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/3245703255595934365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/02/800-frases.html' title='Minhas 800 frases'/><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/AVvXsEj0TBnPuirH7Vp1Kw23Myhp7g8-p7GDf8HWjFb-sL9s5kI9JOtTnMc61bzC_RBvk3QK0PueFHATVQTlYeQ7smz3iqehlNtzPLMkV7lzLNteBd6RJjiM2B4UciDC2lvXAmAXSoWbxAN5gdVP1lX3hqb92mwVXme6ML-6qpl9kCGVcymkKcrip4h4eA/s72-w350-h640-c/IMG-20240226-WA0023.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-1558026473834402852</id><published>2024-02-27T15:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2024-02-27T15:36:16.415-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meio quilo de sal</title><summary type="text">O VELHINHO DO IBITI&nbsp; &nbsp;Eu tinha cerca de nove anos e cuidava do armazém. Na verdade era um boteco em fase de expansão. Os estoques encostavam no teto, sacarias aos montes, caixas de óleo em latas, açúcar, arroz, macarrão. Desmanchou-se um quarto para se criar mais depósito. A carteira de clientes era grande e o fiado era enorme. Geralmente, anotávamos em cadernetas, que os clientes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/1558026473834402852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/1558026473834402852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/02/meio-quilo-de-sal.html' title='Meio quilo de sal'/><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-3696539261586045278</id><published>2024-02-26T16:07:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2024-02-26T16:11:44.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Devassa</title><summary type="text">Há exatamente oito anos. Eu passei pelo Shopping West Plaza, para tomar um Chopp, num sábado à tarde, após sair da obra que eu estava fazendo no Condomínio Milano Torino, na Avenida Francisco Matarazzo, em São Paulo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/3696539261586045278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/3696539261586045278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/02/devassa.html' title='Devassa'/><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/AVvXsEhXPuvCnMxLNHiNiBBOx1lUpnXf6-_LMpFpJ_d69VAUmlz2fN0_xRlZ48spq8LqDS54dif9qYnmUA4kjELJKDSG4RPZ6-I80o98UbqnLuLbNYG9nF99aT8q7EfGsDUcCzfmjBXSUkKRVYbFuUdU_CUBP1GIbkJMssoRpYI1zQFxKBiVx1EJU2w8HA/s72-w358-h640-c/IMG-20240226-WA0025.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-2151246285883827583</id><published>2024-02-24T23:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2024-02-24T23:05:29.842-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria do Acaso</title><summary type="text">Com base na tese que defendo no livro Teoria do Acaso, só somos o que somos porque fomos o que fomos. O destino não passa de uma inegável sucessão de acasos. A liberdade é sempre condicionada pela base material da existência. Se meu bisavô não tivesse raptado sua amada Vitalina em 1920, eu nem sequer existiria. Se alguém batesse à porta da casa do meu Pai minutos antes de ele transar com minha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/2151246285883827583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/2151246285883827583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/02/teoria-do-acaso.html' title='Teoria do Acaso'/><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://img.youtube.com/vi/KlP9XpjVsas/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-4507534148622428671</id><published>2024-02-22T09:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2024-02-22T09:28:09.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><summary type="text">Morrer é a última coisa que eu quero fazer na VIDA.
Eu tenho uma compreensão absoluta desse fato inexorável que é a morte biológica das pessoas que eu amo. A primeira morte marcante de que agora me lembro é da minha Vó Vitalina. Depois, há mais de vinte anos, a de meu Pai.&nbsp;A mais recente (e certamente a mais marcante) foi a do meu irmão Paulo, na véspera do Natal de 2011. E a segunda mais </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/4507534148622428671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/4507534148622428671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/02/vida.html' title='Vida'/><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-5336775085734608230</id><published>2024-02-21T08:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2024-02-21T08:29:11.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Omelete</title><summary type="text">Ontem, por sugestão amorosa da Rayara, eu comi o melhor omelete de toda a minha vida. Depois,&nbsp; eu e ela fomos tomar um vinho Pector, rosé.E no fim da noite, nos braços da Lua, refinei este poema:Sou o autor da minha peça e o próprio personagem. A dança e o bailarino, a música, o maestro, compositor. A ternura mais vermelha e delicada, o lóbulo da orelha e o copo de vinho do meu amor. O beijo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5336775085734608230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5336775085734608230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/02/omelete.html' title='Omelete'/><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/a/AVvXsEhYkTa0s8LXd_uqPOHIAWOQZjgkzvJ6fYlDcnTAzJg2cENR-Wf18JsYXLHKxwqqMO5mjVCNemEYslXBs9N2OAV4mDGFUnYq4V0kCPu5t_6n_-dzEp6-kHedQKp7c19_kSdXNyCgtubU78SwdsVOlexBw0IgyW2J32tlcqYflKGw58XOMM1e8BA=s72-c" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-8739544842976413666</id><published>2024-02-20T18:27:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2024-02-20T18:28:40.744-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Junte-se aos melhores</title><summary type="text">
As Quarenta Coisas mais importantes para você fazer em 2024
01. Tome mais água, mais vinho e mais sol.
02. Escolha melhor os teus próximos amores. Prefira os livres.
03. Viva com mais Entusiasmo, com mais Energia, e com mais Coragem.
04. Arranje sempre algum tempo para planejar o teu futuro.
05. Faça atividades que estimulem o teu cérebro.
06. Leia mais livros do que você leu em 2023.
07. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/8739544842976413666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/8739544842976413666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/02/quarenta-coisas.html' title='Junte-se aos melhores'/><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/AVvXsEjhL_WXO5DQ3I9sQ9GkQnUn_FJMKZdfe2grCR-k6JSvBYq7uss1j12rQk9cwv4pIvYdUblik9j1KQDsB842DnFGH5G6bq9LiRs8E_7FRaBe-DejdxIGzZCTDcnG1kZuMudsUQiC5B-mPo9SitNQnJYnAMPpCO7WzraeiBcZ0VJMkfqLEU3Jf5w/s72-w400-h225-c/IMG_20220709_071656.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-5650164575433229274</id><published>2024-02-19T10:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2024-02-19T10:25:36.498-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo ardente</title><summary type="text">Quantas palavras novas você aprendeu ontem?
E quantas vai aprender hoje?
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&nbsp;Sou um poeta.Mas também sou saniasyn, e meu nome,&nbsp;Paritosh Keval, foi dado por Osho, em Poona, India. Sou leitor voraz de Nietzsche, Jung, Cioran, Sartre, Freud, Reich, Leminski, Henry Miller, entre outros.Acabei de relançar meu livro "Solidão a Mil". Esta edição tem 380 páginas. Filosoft.Autor do polêmico "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5650164575433229274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/5650164575433229274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/02/desejo-ardente.html' title='Desejo ardente'/><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEY8PKfamp4/YZsVA6JEKMI/AAAAAAAAIus/4pUVPhnaiQQekue_q4HenjSY0NQ6v4E4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s72-w438-h640-c/IMG-20211121-WA0090.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-158970596142368099</id><published>2024-02-18T16:52:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2024-02-18T17:05:11.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração escancarado</title><summary type="text">Adoro ovo frito. Mas tem que ser recém-botado por galinha nova criada solta.Esta frase eu escrevi domingo no Pedra Baiana, restaurante onde, há quase dois anos (2006), escrevi muitas frases soltas, inclusive esta:Minha Mãe até hoje não entende muito bem por que, no dia em que eu nasci, chegaram à nossa casa aqueles três desconhecidos trazendo ouro, incenso e mirra. Essas 36 frases eu as escrevi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/158970596142368099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/158970596142368099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/02/coracao-escancarado.html' title='Coração escancarado'/><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/AVvXsEhe8BP2jO0ikXJOFh_HCVXQw_4tlOEiONq4H-eNTS52t_W05TqGtd-8_iU1XXK1Vn8m5kYkmtPX8_NzKkU7y6edfmq2HA5_04aSmQQbNB77ZbFglrIyeqSpiBmUun6FjtGHemJumELOLS29X3o0CU6y3HadFEklC8dDB4fXM7xdBzv3o5FrtwNdxA/s72-w396-h640-c/IMG-20240214-WA0047.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-981458056155031324</id><published>2024-02-17T05:17:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2024-02-17T05:27:30.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arremesso de facas</title><summary type="text">Voltei a treinarArremesso de Facas.
Nessa minha busca, nessa minha incansável e eterna busca de caminhos, eu acabo às vezes me afastando de alguns dos meus amores. E esse espaço, essa distância — esse vazio — é como uma navalha cortando a emoção...
A emoção não deve ser cortada, eu sei. Mas, o que se há de fazer? Eu quero apenas abraçar a metade do infinito.
Acontece que essa busca </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/981458056155031324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/981458056155031324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/02/arremesso.html' title='Arremesso de facas'/><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/AVvXsEjU8QBXd9bytsgTbVOwPn28QxnQYajXOjvtN3yIYnAyoFkjSUd_AA551PmOPFAFNDKPx3dwZguukhjO7Z7AvR3MZrI2x7bxbnmppUvkahDscFQgnA-E3TGIal3l5PCz7-cPiz3_Bo8sZKQ53mRBl5s80L0kI0JSzu9Mq0QV1h-76_g0nCfkjfR1Hg/s72-w400-h300-c/IMG-20231004-WA0012%20(1).jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-6733594668923994115</id><published>2024-02-16T05:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2024-02-16T05:14:19.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotinas prazerosas</title><summary type="text">
Também tenho certas rotinas. Todos os dias acordo naturalmente. Abro a janela do meu peito, sorrio, gargalho, saúdo-me, estico-me, alongo-me, beijo-me. Amo-me, loucamente. Celebro-me! Dou uma espreguiçada orgástica, felina, demorada, inspiro fundamente muitas vezes, faço yoga, leio algo leve, como Lorca ou blog Mude, excito meus neurônios, faço alguns planos, desfaço muitos outros — e então me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/6733594668923994115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/6733594668923994115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/02/rotinas.html' title='Rotinas prazerosas'/><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/AVvXsEihXdTiW5BdrCcqf-E3ezKAZ1xfP9wxb24M0IjCUmEw6z_GR9BWEFLV1Ph72rLdx8_ulpPS1RRLKxqsLiMf7HWd0LVomswYVS1rMDkvqdFu_wNwtyzxVorhNSep-B-4Wbii-xQ3F1v9FOb8pUvAMXB8CJPmv5NHIBUUZDgfqt__8z916hQzZav5vA/s72-w244-h400-c/IMG-20230801-WA0006.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162421.post-4837448094158761074</id><published>2024-02-15T08:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2024-02-15T08:59:50.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu bisavô Luiz Marques</title><summary type="text">
O mestre Antonio Abujamra intepreta aqui o texto que escrevi sobre meu bisavô.
SOU BISNETO DA REBELDIA
Meu bisavô, aos sessenta e dois anos de idade, na década de trinta do século passado, abandonou tudo e apareceu por aqui trazendo no colo uma adolescente chamada Vitalina Maria de Jesus. Um despropósito, disseram todos. Mas o verdadeiro rebelde não hesita entre viver e morrer. O velho Luiz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/4837448094158761074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162421/posts/default/4837448094158761074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mudeavida.com/2024/02/meu-bisavo.html' title='Meu bisavô Luiz Marques'/><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/AVvXsEitBVUEWNiR6BfRaLEswBjJ_4riwRwV06tfw3pvGWb9lgi5Xgv54x8HjAjWyAm6oDxV9wVZc1NiNxSV0tagg-AI9zinMTPDURTvrSaynU02D8kVyGGKThUvBtjJneOrKMawkRRU6hZtwBNqP-7HozPLyuBuV7han8dxwM10aLUWjYRB_GgfZ2l3cg/s72-w370-h640-c/IMG-20240215-WA0002.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry></feed>
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