<?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-2220079144343501527</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:59:01.039-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Também quero brincar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-7971086788755933570</id><published>2009-12-09T12:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:16:50.301-02:00</updated><title type='text'>?????</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/7971086788755933570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=7971086788755933570' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/7971086788755933570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/7971086788755933570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='?????'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x32HBX85CYs/Sx-xOOtvT2I/AAAAAAAAAQU/vPeYoTMjBaI/s72-c/770845032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-4114924903153885277</id><published>2009-10-22T01:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:22:49.362-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada como um dia após o outro</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/4114924903153885277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=4114924903153885277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/4114924903153885277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/4114924903153885277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2009/10/nada-como-um-dia-apos-o-outro.html' title='Nada como um dia após o outro'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x32HBX85CYs/St_P_a13ccI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ztm9hN1AgdA/s72-c/1245353316504501.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-6037961843130806480</id><published>2009-10-14T13:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:24:31.157-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Décision (nom féminin): 1. Action de décider. 2. Résolution prise.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/6037961843130806480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=6037961843130806480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/6037961843130806480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/6037961843130806480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-nom-feminin-1-action-de.html' title='Décision (nom féminin): 1. Action de décider. 2. Résolution prise.'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x32HBX85CYs/StX60kxjepI/AAAAAAAAAQE/yTNQa72c4Ug/s72-c/1251483092554845.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-8501164546661936036</id><published>2009-10-05T12:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:38:17.608-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-it virtual</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/8501164546661936036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=8501164546661936036' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/8501164546661936036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/8501164546661936036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-it-virtual.html' title='Post-it virtual'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SsoSwcQvMnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/jkUzJSqvuG4/s72-c/1244077299477798.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-3340779653133556347</id><published>2009-10-01T21:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:08:56.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>assim...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/3340779653133556347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=3340779653133556347' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/3340779653133556347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/3340779653133556347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2009/10/achados-nos-perdidos.html' title='assim...'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SsVEI8ipz4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/31-FTp6FViM/s72-c/thought+deleted.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-8855388384907061597</id><published>2009-08-21T01:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:48:12.665-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedido pro gênio da lâmpada</title><summary type='text'>O que faz de alguém um gênio? Na minha humirde opinião, a genialidade foi banalizada. Um filme iraniano ou um quadro X viram geniais na boca de quem cujo cérebro não consegue expressar muito além disso.Gênio pra mim, é quem cria algo que, tempo vai, tempo vem...continua genial! O tal do Einstein criou a relatividade. E tava aqui eu pensando nisso, dando umas voltas, saindo disso...Tristeza e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/8855388384907061597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=8855388384907061597' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/8855388384907061597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/8855388384907061597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2009/08/pedido-pro-genio-da-lampada.html' title='Pedido pro gênio da lâmpada'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-2199816704946322573</id><published>2009-08-03T15:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:14:39.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuro do presente</title><summary type='text'>Quis saber do meu futuro. E numa espécie de “lição”, não me foi permitido conhecer o que possivelmente não devia. Ou simplesmente não soube o que tanto queria. Não importa. Talvez seja angústia demais querer conhecer o futuro quando se tem um presente tão bom e ao mesmo tempo tão desconhecido. Bom porque desconhecido? No lo sé. Maybe. Se a lição veio, então vamos aprendê-la. O que eu quero saber?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/2199816704946322573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=2199816704946322573' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/2199816704946322573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/2199816704946322573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2009/08/futuro-do-presente.html' title='Futuro do presente'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-6986208292201508779</id><published>2009-06-22T22:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:57:07.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pretérito (im)perfeito</title><summary type='text'>Eu num sabia escrever, ele não sabia ler. Eu sabia qual era a esquerda, e a direita era a mão que se desenhava. Ele sabia dar laço no cadarço. A gente gostava de yakult no recreio. Ele me dava papel de carta. Eu não deixava falarem mal dele. Ele era sensível. Eu, invocadinha. A gente tirava nota boa. Sem hormônios, a gente se gostava. Um dia, falei que ele era i-n-t-e-l-e-c-t-u-a-l. Primeira </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/6986208292201508779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=6986208292201508779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/6986208292201508779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/6986208292201508779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2009/06/preterito-imperfeito.html' title='pretérito (im)perfeito'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-7497135288835706330</id><published>2009-04-21T10:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:24:32.591-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dê-me um cigarroDiz  a  gramáticaDo professor e do alunoE do mulato sabidoMas o bom negro e  o bom branco Da Nação BrasileiraDizem  todos  os  diasDeixa disso  camaradaMe dá  um cigarro.Oswald de  Andrade</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/7497135288835706330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=7497135288835706330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/7497135288835706330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/7497135288835706330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-me-um-cigarro-diz-gramatica-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-5247931763560742947</id><published>2009-02-19T10:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:23:43.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanta racionalidade...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/5247931763560742947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=5247931763560742947' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/5247931763560742947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/5247931763560742947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2009/02/quanta-racionalidade.html' title='Quanta racionalidade...'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SZ1dEsxF0JI/AAAAAAAAAOk/E1i8NixJSOY/s72-c/h_4_ill_1156429_137e_bisous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-6926380354675647680</id><published>2009-01-12T11:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:50:04.545-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias em Santos</title><summary type='text'>É abraço com carinho, é beijo barulhento..de manhã, de tarde e de noite. É passarinho pousando na janela pra me acordar para um dia que não quer acabar, mas quando acontece, deixa um pôr-do-sol laranja-rosa-azul para anunciar que a noite aqui também é bela. A escuna, como criança envergonhada, vai e vem às vistas da minha janela pra me chamar atenção. Como se precisasse. A escuna, as pipas, as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/6926380354675647680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=6926380354675647680' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/6926380354675647680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/6926380354675647680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2009/01/frias-em-santos.html' title='Férias em Santos'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-1233617034627862881</id><published>2008-12-17T18:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:25:13.181-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavra amor</title><summary type='text'>Não facilite com  a palavra amor.Não a jogue no espaço, bolha de sabão.Não se inebrie com o seu engalanado som.Não a empregue sem razão acima de toda a razão ( e é raro).Não brinque, não experimente, não cometa a loucura semremissão de espalhar aos quatro ventos do mundo essa palavraque é toda sigilo e nudez, perfeição e exílio na Terra. Não a pronuncie.DrummondAndrade</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/1233617034627862881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=1233617034627862881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/1233617034627862881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/1233617034627862881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/12/palavra-amor.html' title='Palavra amor'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-9177506162896231422</id><published>2008-12-01T22:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:07:21.905-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais do mesmo</title><summary type='text'>L'accent grave Le professeurElève Hamlet ! L'élève Hamlet (sursautant)... Hein... Quoi... Pardon... Qu'est-ce qui se passe... Qu'est-ce qu'il y a... Qu'est-ce que c'est ?... Le professeur (mécontent)Vous ne pouvez pas répondre "présent" comme tout le monde ? Pas possible, vous êtes encore dans les nuages. L'élève HamletEtre ou ne pas être dans les nuages ! Le professeurSuffit. Pas tant de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/9177506162896231422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=9177506162896231422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/9177506162896231422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/9177506162896231422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/12/mais-do-mesmo.html' title='Mais do mesmo'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-6821863630934894807</id><published>2008-11-10T13:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:14:01.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cet amour</title><summary type='text'>Cet amourSi violentSi fragileSi tendreSi désespéréCet amourBeau comme le jourEt mauvais comme le tempsQuand le temps est mauvaisCet amour si vraiCet amour si beauSi heureuxSi joyeuxEt si dérisoireTremblant de peur comme un enfant dans le noirEt si sûr de luiComme un homme tranquille au millieu de la nuitCet amour qu faisait peur aux autresQui les faisait parlerQui les faisait blêmirCet amour </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/6821863630934894807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=6821863630934894807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/6821863630934894807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/6821863630934894807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/11/cet-amour.html' title='Cet amour'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-7838640725185034819</id><published>2008-11-09T01:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:18:16.617-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SumPaulu</title><summary type='text'>No país do futebol, as estações de metrô homenageiam times! Corinthians-Itaquera é sabido. E o senhor todo orgulhoso pediu pro neto colocar o hino do time como toque de celular.  Aí o Pelé foi lá inaugurar o “Santos” da Santos-Imigrantes.  Mas a serra a gente não desce de metrô e a Vila Belmiro tá a 70km de distância! Você sabia que a Barra Funda é Palmeiras-Barra Funda? Vão pintar de verde </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/7838640725185034819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=7838640725185034819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/7838640725185034819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/7838640725185034819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/11/sumpaulu_08.html' title='SumPaulu'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-3259366268659473622</id><published>2008-10-20T10:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:48:53.156-02:00</updated><title type='text'>S. Beckett</title><summary type='text'>" Existe certo clima moral e certo calendário sentimental cujo instrumento de medida não é solar, mas cardíaco. Para esquecer Albertine, ele deve- como um homem acometido de hemiplegia- esquecer as estações, as estações que foram deles e, como uma criança, reaprendê-las de novo."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/3259366268659473622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=3259366268659473622' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/3259366268659473622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/3259366268659473622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-beckett.html' title='S. Beckett'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-919967424986966700</id><published>2008-10-15T17:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:48:01.189-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia do professor</title><summary type='text'>Homenagem mais do que justa:http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/Vestibular/0,,MUL800062-5604,00-NO+CEARA+PROFESSORA+BUSCA+OS+ALUNOS+EM+CASA+DE+BICICLETA.htmlE quanto é mesmo que o Ronaldinho ganha pra nem sequer jogar bola direito?E quanto é mesmo que tinha na cueca daquele político?Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh tá!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/919967424986966700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=919967424986966700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/919967424986966700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/919967424986966700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/10/dia-do-professor.html' title='Dia do professor'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-7366909402761180798</id><published>2008-09-22T11:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:30:06.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenho mesmo que dizer por que Machado de Assis é único?</title><summary type='text'>"Inclinei os olhos a uma das vertentes, e contemplei, durante um tempo largo, ao longe, através de um nevoeiro, uma cousa única. Imagina tu, leitor, uma reducção dos séculos, e um desfilar de todos eles, as raças todas, todas as paixões, o tumulto dos impérios, a guerra dos apetites e dos ódios, a destruição recíproca dos seres e das cousas. Tal era o espectáculo, acerbo e curioso espectáculo. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/7366909402761180798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=7366909402761180798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/7366909402761180798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/7366909402761180798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/09/tenho-mesmo-que-dizer-por-que-machado.html' title='Tenho mesmo que dizer por que Machado de Assis é único?'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-7074279797796768715</id><published>2008-08-13T09:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:58:32.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Laisse-moi tranquille!</title><summary type='text'> &lt;!-- TEXTE / end --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/7074279797796768715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=7074279797796768715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/7074279797796768715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/7074279797796768715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/08/laisse-moi-tranquille.html' title='Laisse-moi tranquille!'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SKLZXhT2RkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9twcukMY9Tg/s72-c/DSCN2196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-1115248510473729363</id><published>2008-08-10T09:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:59:51.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La liste</title><summary type='text'>Aller à un concert Repeindre ma chambre en vert Boire de la vodka Aller chez Ikea Mettre un décolleté Louer un meublé Et puis tout massacrer Pleurer pour un rien Acheter un chien Faire semblant d'avoir mal Et mettre les voiles Fumer beaucoup trop Prendre le métro Et te prendre en photo Jeter tout par les fenêtres T'aimer de tout mon être Je ne suis bonne qu'à ça Est ce que ça te déçoit ? J'ai </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/1115248510473729363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=1115248510473729363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/1115248510473729363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/1115248510473729363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-liste.html' title='La liste'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-6758686052744584140</id><published>2008-08-03T11:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:06:02.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vírgula</title><summary type='text'>Com essa história de reforma ortográfica, as pessoas começam a se confundir e discutir pontos que não fazem o menor sentido. Por exemplo, a coitada da vírgula, que tem um cargo de grande responsabilidade, mas vira e mexe é tratada como estagiária. Campanha dos 100 anos da ABI  (Associação Brasileira de Imprensa). Vírgula pode ser uma pausa... ou não:Não,  espere.Não espere.Ela pode sumir com seu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/6758686052744584140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=6758686052744584140' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/6758686052744584140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/6758686052744584140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/08/vrgula.html' title='Vírgula'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-4856601993631910650</id><published>2008-08-01T11:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:20:30.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mme. DURAS</title><summary type='text'>Le Coupeur d'eauC’était un jour d’été, il y a quelques années, dans un village de l’est de la France, trois ans peut-être, ou quatre ans, l’après-midi. Un employé des Eaux est venu couper l’eau chez des gens qui étaient un peu à part, un peu différents des autres, disons, arriérés. Ils habitaient une gare désaffectée- le T.G.V. passait dans la région- que la commune leur avait laissé. L’homme </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/4856601993631910650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=4856601993631910650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/4856601993631910650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/4856601993631910650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/08/mme-duras.html' title='Mme. DURAS'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-2380609055312037301</id><published>2008-07-28T11:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:47:32.091-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Praha</title><summary type='text'>Caí do céu em Nádraží Holešovice. Seguindo instruções do albergue, pego um tram até Dělnická.No albergue, dou uma nota cujo valor eu mal-entendo.Dobrý den, Praha!!! E é assim que se diz "Oi" e também "Bom dia" em tcheco. E eu queria porque queria Czech this out, como dizem as camisetas-souvernirs vendidas por lá.  (Breeeeeega!)Antes de ir, tinha conhecido duas pessoas de Praga e as duas sempre </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/2380609055312037301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=2380609055312037301' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/2380609055312037301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/2380609055312037301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/07/praha.html' title='Praha'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SI3cNuYj-GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/15qdFdHQfXY/s72-c/1000_lic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-4053330235265675821</id><published>2008-07-24T23:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:05:10.729-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast of love</title><summary type='text'>There was a story about the Greek gods. They were bored so they invented human beings. But they were still bored, so they invented love. And they weren't bored anymore. So they decided to try love for themselves. And finally, they invented laughter, so they could stand it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/4053330235265675821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=4053330235265675821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/4053330235265675821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/4053330235265675821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-was-story-about-greek-guys.html' title='Feast of love'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-3115078448721752655</id><published>2008-07-21T23:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:55:28.191-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Point de vue</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/3115078448721752655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=3115078448721752655' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/3115078448721752655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/3115078448721752655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/07/point-de-vue.html' title='Point de vue'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SIVL-yufWdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HfO7nUJQoec/s72-c/Rennes+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-8651496026221230109</id><published>2008-07-16T22:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:40:02.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Madame Lispector</title><summary type='text'>" Renda-se, como eu me rendi. Mergulhe no que você não conhece como eu mergulhei. Não se preoucupe em entender, viver ultrapassa qualquer entendimento." Clarice" Que mistério tem Clarice ...pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração." Caetano</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/8651496026221230109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=8651496026221230109' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/8651496026221230109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/8651496026221230109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/07/madame-lispector.html' title='Madame Lispector'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-7355166445062481659</id><published>2008-07-06T21:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:18:14.279-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábio Riobaldo</title><summary type='text'>"Sertão, - se diz-, o senhor querendo procurar, nunca não encontra. De repente, por si, quando a gente não espera, o sertão vem"."Sertão. Sabe o senhor: sertão é onde o pensamento da gente se forma mais forte do que o lugar. Viver é muito perigoso."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/7355166445062481659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=7355166445062481659' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/7355166445062481659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/7355166445062481659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/07/sbio-riobaldo.html' title='Sábio Riobaldo'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-1387708833085402448</id><published>2008-07-04T14:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:26:10.722-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne</title><summary type='text'>"It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/1387708833085402448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=1387708833085402448' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/1387708833085402448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/1387708833085402448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/07/anne_04.html' title='Anne'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SG5rB2QkXcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yjkYm3Ts6i4/s72-c/Anne_Frank_stamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-4634094095388456527</id><published>2008-05-28T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:39:51.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Au printemps - Maupassant</title><summary type='text'>Lorsque les premiers beaux jours arrivent, que la terre s'éveille et reverdit, que la tiédeur parfumée de l'air nous caresse la peau, entre dans la poitrine, semble pénétrer au cœur lui-même, il nous vient des désirs vagues de bonheurs indéfinis, des envies de courir, d'aller au hasard, de chercher aventure, de boire du printemps. L'hiver ayant été fort dur l'an dernier, ce besoin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/4634094095388456527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=4634094095388456527' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/4634094095388456527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/4634094095388456527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/05/au-printemps-maupassant.html' title='Au printemps - Maupassant'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SD1uhW0onRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/87xsTZM5-vw/s72-c/Giverny+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-7370638893559120174</id><published>2008-05-26T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:44:37.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem cá, deixa eu te apresentar a Eleonora...</title><summary type='text'> I'm a new soul I came to this strange world hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take.     But since I came here felt the joy and the fear finding myself making every possible mistake.      I'm a young soul in this very strange world hoping I could learn a bit about what is true and fake.       But why all this hate?Try to communicate finding just that love is not always easy to make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/7370638893559120174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=7370638893559120174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/7370638893559120174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/7370638893559120174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/05/vem-c-deixa-eu-te-apresentar-eleonora.html' title='Vem cá, deixa eu te apresentar a Eleonora...'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDsxvW0onQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/amiPSt0Ljz4/s72-c/DSC00364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-619131768873362130</id><published>2008-04-11T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:12:26.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><summary type='text'>« L`amitié est une religion sans Dieu ni jugement dernier. Sans diable non plus. Une religion qui n’est pas étrangère à l’amour. Mais un amour où la guerre et la haine sont proscrites, où le silence est possible. Ce pourrait être l’état idéal de l’existence. Un état apaisant. Un lien nécessaire et rare. »Caiu sem querer na minha mão esse tal de Tahar Ben Jelloun. Sabe aquela coisa de “entrega pra</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/619131768873362130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=619131768873362130' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/619131768873362130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/619131768873362130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/04/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-6969577616537185894</id><published>2008-02-09T01:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:05:17.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Madri</title><summary type='text'>Com ou sem greve, depois de muito ou pouco estudo, chegaram as férias!!!! E férias é palavra sagrada em qualquer lugar do mundo, né? E  estando nesse continente onde se vai de um país ao outro com companhia aérea low-cost por menos de 20 euros, eu que não ía bobear, né? Afinal, na verdade estou fazendo um mochilão com base em Lyon! Hahaha!16 de janeiro, chego no aeroporto de Lyon e anunciam a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/6969577616537185894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=6969577616537185894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/6969577616537185894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/6969577616537185894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2008/02/madri.html' title='Madri'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-5421587326475722412</id><published>2007-12-20T00:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:00:14.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Strasbourg</title><summary type='text'>Estrasburgo não estava na minha lista inicial de lugares a visitar. Ainda bem, foi uma surpresa ótima!Época de Natal na Europa é época de “marchés de  noel”.  Seria muita injustiça traduzir o que é um “marché” pela palavra “mercado”. Vou deixar que as fotos expliquem, ou que a curiosidade de vocês façam procurar pelo nosso amigo google.  Aqui em Lyon também tem marché durante o mês de dezembro , </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/5421587326475722412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=5421587326475722412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/5421587326475722412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/5421587326475722412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2007/12/strasbourg.html' title='Strasbourg'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SJZiT-mmixI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rldi8vWt4Oc/s72-c/Slide3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-488142448123774006</id><published>2007-12-02T00:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:54:15.864-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carcassonne</title><summary type='text'>Castelo, ponte levadiça, torres,poços...eu e a Paty de princesas! O meu príncipe, modernoso, poderia chegar de eurostar, mas pra combinar com o cenário ele teria que dar umas braçadas no Canal da Mancha e chegar de cavalo pra me ver em CARCASSONNE! Ahhh...que sonho! Aliás, Carcassonne tem esse lado mágico, meio de sonho, sonho de criança, Bela Adormecida.  AMEI!A cidade é (de novo) medieval, fica</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/488142448123774006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=488142448123774006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/488142448123774006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/488142448123774006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2007/12/carcassonne.html' title='Carcassonne'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SJZfbWygRaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lNVZFV2VFXM/s72-c/Slide2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220079144343501527.post-1983190360413453787</id><published>2007-09-06T00:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:59:41.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Annecy!!!</title><summary type='text'>Ja ouviu falar de Annecy? Pois é, você nao é o único. Sortudos são os que ouviram falar e foram lá conferir. Como eu tive esse privilégio, vou dividir com vocês a minha reação: O QUE QUE É ESSE LUGAR????????? Annecy surpreende, o panorama é incrivelmente lindo. Mais bonito que Paris? Diferente. Paris emociona porque você chega lá e vê a torre que você viu a sua vida toda nos livros. Mas Annecy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/feeds/1983190360413453787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2220079144343501527&amp;postID=1983190360413453787' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/1983190360413453787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2220079144343501527/posts/default/1983190360413453787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobrincando.blogspot.com/2007/09/annecy.html' title='Annecy!!!'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624393146745333722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SDswAG0onOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AoJ6dQ6jXEU/S220/IMG_5148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x32HBX85CYs/SIf904ghofI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Om0ag_g3yx8/s72-c/Annecy+mix1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
