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E assim as
coisas vão caminhando. A gente se promete tanta coisa. A gente se jura tanta
coisa no espelho. E acreditamos piamente que tudo será levado a cabo com
direito a faixa em agradecimento pela graça alcançada. Mas a tal ventura pedida
é resistir ao irresistível: o prazer de errar. Sim, prazer de errar mesmo.
Todos temos uma vontade praticamente incontrolável de se jogar de cabeça nas
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/O_oACM6ZsfQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/8772769355113783665/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=8772769355113783665" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/8772769355113783665?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/8772769355113783665?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/O_oACM6ZsfQ/do-prazer-de-cair.html" title="Do Prazer de Cair" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5_cQ3Ye60w/UVOUxQ5JnNI/AAAAAAAAXrM/pERxR6G_BCw/s72-c/d75d4a6b8287fe673af77e81e5bf1409.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2013/03/do-prazer-de-cair.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIGRnk4fSp7ImA9WhBQEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-8673149671672029687</id><published>2013-03-12T23:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2013-03-12T23:58:47.735-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-12T23:58:47.735-03:00</app:edited><title>Cyberativismo e Cidadania Online</title><summary type="html">





Há anos vem-se debatendo entre os profissionais de marketing e comunicação o que se cunhou chamar de "engajamento online" que é o poder de fazer as pessoas se envolverem ativamente numa ação online de uma marca ou instituição. O que esse engajamento online busca a principio, vai além de um "curtir": o que intenciona é o compartilhamento da informação 'curtida', ou seja, informação essa que &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/2tASberEXGs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/8673149671672029687/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=8673149671672029687" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/8673149671672029687?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/8673149671672029687?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/2tASberEXGs/cyberativismo-e-cidadania-online.html" title="Cyberativismo e Cidadania Online" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOXPfW3INn8/UT_rD17-xeI/AAAAAAAAXRI/kcceZQw9oHU/s72-c/Egypt-Internet-Icons.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2013/03/cyberativismo-e-cidadania-online.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQBRHg9eSp7ImA9WhNbEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-4309943043992148027</id><published>2013-01-15T21:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2013-01-15T21:42:35.661-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-15T21:42:35.661-02:00</app:edited><title>GATOS: OS MELHORES EXEMPLOS PARA O HOMEM</title><summary type="html">




Dizem que
os cães são os melhores amigos do homem. Certamente, quem o disse pôde ter
querido fazer um paralelo em relação à semelhança de nosso comportamento e o
mundo canino uma vez que nós, seres humanos somos muito parecidos com esses
animaizinhos que rosnam e abanam o rabo para demonstrar determinados
sentimentos, coisa que nós, humanos, não fazemos - por ausência de rabo -,
porém &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/uISZ-qGPoO4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/4309943043992148027/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=4309943043992148027" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/4309943043992148027?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/4309943043992148027?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/uISZ-qGPoO4/gatos-os-melhores-exemplos-para-o-homem.html" title="GATOS: OS MELHORES EXEMPLOS PARA O HOMEM" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_b3n7Av2gk/UPXpOaALx6I/AAAAAAAAVWw/UO9ds7ZCnW0/s72-c/124011_Papel-de-Parede-Gato--124011_1280x800.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2013/01/gatos-os-melhores-exemplos-para-o-homem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cHQH08fip7ImA9WhNXGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-1046934215246926810</id><published>2012-12-06T16:37:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-12-06T16:37:11.376-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-06T16:37:11.376-02:00</app:edited><title>Amar o Ódio é necessário</title><summary type="html">



Tem-se falado muito sobre casos de intolerância e violência contra grupos e guetos, entretanto as pessoas se esquecem ou talvez nem mesmo se apercebam apaixonadas pela idéia do ódio. E por isso afirmo: amamos ter que odiar!

O ser humano não é amor em essência, é ódio. Odiar é estar apaixonado de uma outra forma. Ódio é uma forma de paixão e entenda que paixão e amor são distintos. Paixão é &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/qDiIPJ9Ivf4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/1046934215246926810/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=1046934215246926810" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/1046934215246926810?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/1046934215246926810?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/qDiIPJ9Ivf4/amar-o-odio-e-necessario.html" title="Amar o Ódio é necessário" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_qhnW4qu8U/UMDlyl7CocI/AAAAAAAAUMA/HYIkx4tT-GM/s72-c/155514993354283493_gwseQaSz_c.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2012/12/amar-o-odio-e-necessario.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEBR38zeyp7ImA9WhNSF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-6526930034919142992</id><published>2012-10-31T20:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-10-31T20:47:36.183-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-31T20:47:36.183-02:00</app:edited><title>Vai!</title><summary type="html">





Sabe...

Eu já tava cansado de ouvir o que eu devo ou não fazer. É problema meu se eu quero levar a vida desse ou daquele jeito e ninguém tem nada a ver com isso.



Eu entendo que eles dizem que querem meu bem e essa baboseira toda, mas cê também não vê que eles não querem entender que eu também tenho a minha vida ou pelo menos tenho o direito de escolher de que modo eu quero viver.



&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/K_l12pNYQsw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6526930034919142992/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=6526930034919142992" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/6526930034919142992?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/6526930034919142992?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/K_l12pNYQsw/vai.html" title="Vai!" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4KQ5yjdCt3s/UJGnNELH4RI/AAAAAAAAT0w/XVcHqdFaqFE/s72-c/72972456433783440_pO4bMFac_c.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2012/10/vai.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYERn85eSp7ImA9WhVaFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-940010391455696139</id><published>2012-06-12T00:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-06-12T00:01:47.121-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-12T00:01:47.121-03:00</app:edited><title>Uma Noite Eterna</title><summary type="html">Aí você se pega espelhado naquele olhar que não sabe bem de onde veio, mas que parece sempre ter estado ali a sua espera. Aí você descobre que havia um pedaço de você morando fora do seu corpo. E aquele olhar te desmonta, te dilacera, te desconstrói, faz todas as suas certezas virarem dúvida, consegue até mesmo te confundir sobre quem realmente é você.
Tudo o que precisa para em sua frente, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/QRxGbAMh14I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/940010391455696139/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=940010391455696139" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/940010391455696139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/940010391455696139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/QRxGbAMh14I/uma-noite-eterna.html" title="Uma Noite Eterna" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5gM-MFBqlhg/T9axF-fa85I/AAAAAAAAQ8Q/FGp23WozWjg/s72-c/PicsArt_1339465115487.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2012/06/uma-noite-eterna.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAGQnczfip7ImA9WhVUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-2396365828223033635</id><published>2012-05-20T12:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-20T12:12:03.986-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-20T12:12:03.986-03:00</app:edited><title>A cancao francesa</title><summary type="html">Engraçado como as coisas acontecem.
Coloquei uma canção francesa para tocar e saí pela cidade a passear e ver as pessoas neste outono. E todas eram bem mais bonitas e mais amistosas e mais simpáticas enquanto tocava aquela canção. A cidade se enchia de cor, de beleza e tudo ficava melhor. Mas aqui dentro; aqui tem um coração que sofre por seus erros e chora por seus acertos. Um coração acostumado&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/HK5y4g-OXHs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/2396365828223033635/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=2396365828223033635" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/2396365828223033635?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/2396365828223033635?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/HK5y4g-OXHs/cancao-francesa.html" title="A cancao francesa" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Jardim Lageado, Jardim Lageado</georss:featurename><georss:point>-23.527473 -46.406876</georss:point><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2012/05/cancao-francesa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMNQ3Y9fyp7ImA9WhVUEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-1976428774058953265</id><published>2012-05-15T12:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-15T12:41:32.867-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-15T12:41:32.867-03:00</app:edited><title>Guerreiro</title><summary type="html">




Uma coisa muito maluca me aconteceu.



Éramos dois estranhos, completos desconhecidos. E no desconhecimento nos
reconhecemos nas rusgas e lutas invisíveis. Éramos inimigos não declarados e
nossa batalha era por um troféu místico, etéreo. 



Nos propuseram uma negociação para selar a paz comum. E nessa mesa debatemos
assuntos diversos. As cicatrizes de ambos foram expostas, as sangrias, as
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/SfEGCM3YPeA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/1976428774058953265/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=1976428774058953265" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/1976428774058953265?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/1976428774058953265?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/SfEGCM3YPeA/guerreiro.html" title="Guerreiro" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSRhmtuBLk4/T7J39N5ykrI/AAAAAAAAOyo/gGS5Kk28UVI/s72-c/4872medo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2012/05/guerreiro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUDSXo6eSp7ImA9WhVWF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-8246895818559422826</id><published>2012-04-30T11:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-30T11:31:18.411-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-30T11:31:18.411-03:00</app:edited><title>Amar em Varsóvia</title><summary type="html">




Varsóvia, 15 de Fevereiro.

Uma era pianista em um bar de hotel do centro, a outra bailarina do teatro
Bolshoi. Moravam juntas havia pouco tempo contrariando a vontade da família de
ambas. Eles achavam que era um falta de vergonha duas moças tão distintas,
vindas de tradição e criadas com tanto esmero naquela escola suiça.

Fora lá que se haviam conhecido. Uma tocava para que a outra &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/VaWq1J5qWyc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/8246895818559422826/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=8246895818559422826" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/8246895818559422826?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/8246895818559422826?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/VaWq1J5qWyc/amar-em-varsovia.html" title="Amar em Varsóvia" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqaHETnm3Dg/T56gIj5-PTI/AAAAAAAAOls/amYiaySqsI0/s72-c/141793088237493126_opIGCHwR_c.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2012/04/amar-em-varsovia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cGQHkyfip7ImA9WhVWFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-6321394659169106102</id><published>2012-04-26T11:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-26T11:37:01.796-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-26T11:37:01.796-03:00</app:edited><title>Sombra e Escuridão</title><summary type="html">





Ela não tinha dezoito e nem trinta e poucos. Acreditava que a gente morre no
auge da melhor pessoa que podemos ser para nós e para os outros, e acreditava
cegamente nisso.

Num dia desses pegou umas coisas, meteu na mochila e foi para o parque se
inconformar sozinha com qualquer coisa que valesse a pena. Meteu um beck na
cigarrilha para ajudar a destravar seus cadeados, encheu o peito de &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/nZL5bNe9h74" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6321394659169106102/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=6321394659169106102" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/6321394659169106102?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/6321394659169106102?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/nZL5bNe9h74/sombra-e-escuridao.html" title="Sombra e Escuridão" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DJf9PJXdSp0/T5ldZ2yvgkI/AAAAAAAAOiI/JHsmyKu6kEg/s72-c/81275968245456285_veK77GG3_f.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2012/04/sombra-e-escuridao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcMRnw_fip7ImA9WhVWEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-1733037736301265317</id><published>2012-04-23T14:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-23T14:28:07.246-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-23T14:28:07.246-03:00</app:edited><title>O Whisky</title><summary type="html">




Tocava aquela balada de Miles Davis no aparelho de som enquanto ele se punha
mais uma dose de whisky, desta vez puro, sem gelo, para botar calor naquele
apartamento frioz, vazio. Já vinha nessa de bebida-remédio desde às quatro da
tarde e nem tinha tomado conta de ligar televisão ou mergulhar nos seus livros
como costumeiro. Aboliu a rotina de hoje. O whisky seria seu melhor companheiro;
ele&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/35iue215QAg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/1733037736301265317/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=1733037736301265317" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/1733037736301265317?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/1733037736301265317?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/35iue215QAg/o-whisky.html" title="O Whisky" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMZo56-Jclw/T5WPU4XEZ9I/AAAAAAAAObE/e5HZLnQqHao/s72-c/eFacil_whisky1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2012/04/o-whisky.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIBSXo7fip7ImA9WhVSFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-6732800370272449592</id><published>2012-03-13T10:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-13T10:15:58.406-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-13T10:15:58.406-03:00</app:edited><title>ERA SÓ UM DROPS</title><summary type="html">




Ambos estavam ansiosos pela transcorrência da noite, pois havia algum tempo que conversavam e não se viam. Amizade de pessoas compromissadas tem dessas coisas; o tempo é artigo de luxo, raro, um tanto difícil de se compatibilizar. Enquanto um é da segunda, o outro é da quarta e assim a amizade vai indo e crescendo em rítmo yoge, aos poucos, lento, qualitativamente e sem pressa de querer ser &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/XJAGtSEOekY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6732800370272449592/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=6732800370272449592" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/6732800370272449592?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/6732800370272449592?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/XJAGtSEOekY/era-so-um-drops.html" title="ERA SÓ UM DROPS" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJI_hSGgxiE/T19HNuXsNoI/AAAAAAAANvU/IpkFN1tV4ow/s72-c/Clipboard04.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2012/03/era-so-um-drops.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8ERX86fyp7ImA9WhdWEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-5093290556592495006</id><published>2011-09-05T21:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:00:04.117-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-05T22:00:04.117-03:00</app:edited><title>Uma Nova Noite</title><summary type="html">

Hoje realmente é um dia especial, especial e memorável. Neste dia de hoje descortinou-se diante de mim não o destino, nem algum milagre cientificamente incapaz de ser explicado. O que acontece é que o transmutei o rancor, apaguei o ódio, a raiva, a ira, tudo de ruim naturalmente me tomou, tudo isso foi lançado fora de mim e a crença descrente no melhor amanhã, na alegria da aurora, isso sim &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/Oea_qJcKnGs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/5093290556592495006/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=5093290556592495006" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/5093290556592495006?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/5093290556592495006?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/Oea_qJcKnGs/uma-nova-noite.html" title="Uma Nova Noite" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2011/09/uma-nova-noite.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQDRX85fyp7ImA9WhdXGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-2892016778199303664</id><published>2011-09-01T13:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:26:14.127-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-01T13:26:14.127-03:00</app:edited><title>SER-TROFÉU : quando nosso prêmio é alguém</title><summary type="html">


Você está sozinho, sem ninguém e eis que
aparece uma pessoa que intenciona ser a pessoa dos seus sonhos. Tem tudo o que
você sempre quis em alguém: aqueles olhos, aquele jeito, aquela voz, aquele
comportamento, aquela cama. O que começa a acontecer daí pra diante é fruto do
aprendizado oriundo de erros passados.



Um certo amigo me disse - e sou obrigado a
concordar com ele - que para um &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/0I-t6Y-r9kM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/2892016778199303664/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=2892016778199303664" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/2892016778199303664?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/2892016778199303664?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/0I-t6Y-r9kM/ser-trofeu-quando-nosso-premio-e-alguem.html" title="SER-TROFÉU : quando nosso prêmio é alguém" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2011/09/ser-trofeu-quando-nosso-premio-e-alguem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08GSHY5eyp7ImA9WhdRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-1696371259009996482</id><published>2011-08-04T23:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:37:09.823-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-04T23:37:09.823-03:00</app:edited><title>Inesquecivelmente Presente</title><summary type="html">E o que deve fazer quando nao é alguemi que nao se vai da minha vida, mas sim uma lembrança insistente de um dos melhores momentos que ja vivi? Que fazer quando se quer repetir a dose com a plena liberdade daquele dia passado, entretanto se está proibido de repeti-lo por razoes controversas às vontades do coracao?
Hoje!
Hoje é ainda um periodo de tortura para mim. Estou irredutivelmente preso ao &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/R3cjmkOj2bI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/1696371259009996482/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=1696371259009996482" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/1696371259009996482?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/1696371259009996482?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/R3cjmkOj2bI/inesquecivelmente-presente.html" title="Inesquecivelmente Presente" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zlJ11IUz0Do/TjtXUQ1yFTI/AAAAAAAALTE/rFTI_jv7vEs/s72-c/6000390973142108225.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2011/08/inesquecivelmente-presente.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMNRXwzfip7ImA9WhdSEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-8566478452797220579</id><published>2011-07-19T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T17:31:34.286-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-19T17:31:34.286-03:00</app:edited><title>Leny Andrade Ilusão à toa by Johnny Alf  live from Birdland, NYC</title><summary type="html">&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/pFwxQIBDZIM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/8566478452797220579/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=8566478452797220579" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/8566478452797220579?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/8566478452797220579?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/pFwxQIBDZIM/leny-andrade-ilusao-toa-by-johnny-alf.html" title="Leny Andrade Ilusão à toa by Johnny Alf  live from Birdland, NYC" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/uRrefz4K6k0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2011/07/leny-andrade-ilusao-toa-by-johnny-alf.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEMQnw5eSp7ImA9WhdTFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-6813128386732804032</id><published>2011-07-11T23:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T01:08:03.221-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-12T01:08:03.221-03:00</app:edited><title>Por tudo que for</title><summary type="html">Voce sabe que. . .
A gente nao marca
Encontro com um amor. 
Nao tem hora,
nao tem lugar.
Ele acontece.
A gente nao controla tempo
nem intensidade.
A gente se deixa fazer
As coisas mais loucas
soh pra provar
como podemos abrir mao da razao.
E eu pirei.
Escolhi vc 
pra viver o resto
dos melhores dias da minha vida.
Escolhi vir na multidao
Pra dizer
"volta".
Mas se nao der
entao leva isso:
Eu te amo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/KJXPa4-uEBQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6813128386732804032/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=6813128386732804032" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/6813128386732804032?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/6813128386732804032?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/KJXPa4-uEBQ/por-tudo-que-for.html" title="Por tudo que for" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2011/07/por-tudo-que-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04NQHY9cCp7ImA9WhZaE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-4698801971638809723</id><published>2011-06-29T12:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:39:51.868-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-29T12:39:51.868-03:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">O que lhes trago a seguir são fatos fatídicos que me aconteceram nem sempre da mesma forma que os narrarei. Algumas vezes farei a dor parecer menor do que foi; em outros momentos trarei a beleza que só eu vi no decorrer dos desdobramentos; haverão momentos de pura fantasia, pois é assim, fantasiando, que lido com a crueldade das coisas para tentar ao menos suavizar a pungência da dor que me &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/E5BkqLmSRaA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/4698801971638809723/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=4698801971638809723" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/4698801971638809723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/4698801971638809723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/E5BkqLmSRaA/o-que-lhes-trago-seguir-sao-fatos.html" title="" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-lhes-trago-seguir-sao-fatos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AGRn4yeip7ImA9WhZaEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-2923772418608980414</id><published>2011-06-26T13:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T13:28:47.092-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-26T13:28:47.092-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sonhos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor grande hotel" /><title /><summary type="html">
Vou falar daquela noite. Uma noite que entrou para a minha história; para a nossa história. Comum como todas as outras noites, não fossem seus coadjuvantes: duas pessoas apaixonadas e enlouquecidas uma pela outra. 
Deu-se o início umas horas antes, talvez às 22 horas daquele sábado de março, creio eu - minha mente me prega peças. Entramos no carro e fomos em direção à estrada para viajarmos sem &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/ZoPuOD02UFw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/2923772418608980414/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=2923772418608980414" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/2923772418608980414?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/2923772418608980414?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/ZoPuOD02UFw/vou-falar-daquela-noite.html" title="" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2011/06/vou-falar-daquela-noite.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUFQX45cSp7ImA9WhZUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-7136726805279930535</id><published>2011-06-05T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:26:50.029-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-05T23:26:50.029-03:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">Por quantas vezes nos pegamos em dias frios como esses de hoje pensando em como teria sido nossa história se tivéssemos tomado decisões diferentes, se tivéssemos mudado a história, se tivéssemos sido isso ou aquilo.
É em momentos em que o frio nos visita e nos sentimos sozinhos a procura de um colo, que começamos a pensar nas erros e acertos que cometemos. Nos julgamos, nos advogamos e nos &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/1ar9oRrzamM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/7136726805279930535/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=7136726805279930535" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/7136726805279930535?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/7136726805279930535?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/1ar9oRrzamM/por-quantas-vezes-nos-pegamos-em-dias.html" title="" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqQd8BdCi3o/Tew62crUM2I/AAAAAAAAJ9U/lrYsf-IRyeY/s72-c/sol20ceu20azul20caminho.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2011/06/por-quantas-vezes-nos-pegamos-em-dias.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MRX07fip7ImA9WhZQGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-6264380182261788624</id><published>2011-04-26T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T16:43:04.306-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-26T16:43:04.306-03:00</app:edited><title>Joao Bosco - Papel mache</title><summary type="html">&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/cwZq4zIH-GY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6264380182261788624/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=6264380182261788624" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/6264380182261788624?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/6264380182261788624?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/cwZq4zIH-GY/joao-bosco-papel-mache.html" title="Joao Bosco - Papel mache" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/tjygUbp7Wto/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2011/04/joao-bosco-papel-mache.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMERHw_cCp7ImA9WhZQF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-5073716666595952446</id><published>2011-04-25T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:50:05.248-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-25T00:50:05.248-03:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">
Amor, dizem uns, é ferida, é contentamento, é dor. Eu particularmente penso que o amor é a forma mais sublime e completa de entender a integração, interação e complementariedade das coisas. É um tipo de sentimento que só pode existir quando o "eu", o Ego, retira-se para dar lugar a um sentimento, a um objetivo maior do que apenas a auto-preservação.
Amor não é Bom Dia, Boa Tarde, Boa Noite. Amor&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/pg28vaCy34o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/5073716666595952446/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=5073716666595952446" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/5073716666595952446?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/5073716666595952446?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/pg28vaCy34o/amor-dizem-uns-e-ferida-e-contentamento.html" title="" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor-dizem-uns-e-ferida-e-contentamento.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EGQn0yeCp7ImA9WhZTEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-4856001858449289994</id><published>2011-03-16T12:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T12:33:43.390-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-16T12:33:43.390-03:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">
A GRAMA DO VIZINHO
Muitas pessoas acreditam que fazer o bem, cultivar bons sentimentos e viver positivamente é algo fácil e de certa forma natural ao ser humano. Outros acreditam que somos seres egoístas e egocêntricos o suficiente para não pensarmos na boa convivência dos demais pares em relação à nossa existência. 
Tenho para mim que o ser humano é como uma folha em branco sobre a qual, ao &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/kAVkgEusVC4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/4856001858449289994/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=4856001858449289994" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/4856001858449289994?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/4856001858449289994?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/kAVkgEusVC4/grama-do-vizinho-muitas-pessoas.html" title="" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-doZjUgNEfcg/TYDXQ4CgGgI/AAAAAAAAJjs/ozDAW3JeU0Q/s72-c/Field_by_FlowGraphic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2011/03/grama-do-vizinho-muitas-pessoas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MCQno4eSp7ImA9Wx9aFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-7412788949652738645</id><published>2011-03-08T23:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:57:43.431-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-08T23:57:43.431-03:00</app:edited><title>Heitor Villa-Lobos | Bachianas Brasileiras n.1 - Prelùdio (Modinha)</title><summary type="html">&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/FryoAVC7QwA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/7412788949652738645/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=7412788949652738645" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/7412788949652738645?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/7412788949652738645?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/FryoAVC7QwA/heitor-villa-lobos-bachianas.html" title="Heitor Villa-Lobos | Bachianas Brasileiras n.1 - Prelùdio (Modinha)" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/crL1H8INb8c/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2011/03/heitor-villa-lobos-bachianas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MHSH09eSp7ImA9Wx9aFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16384634.post-1223230219446181743</id><published>2011-03-08T23:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:57:19.361-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-08T23:57:19.361-03:00</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">O que quer o ser humano?Maslow diz que queremos sanar desejos primitivos de segurança, abrigo, alimento, procriação, identidade social e elevação cultural. Mas o que quer o Homem?Não...Não estou falando do Homem enquanto ser humano, digo o homem mesmo, o ser masculino, unitário, universo complexo, mais incompreensível e incompreendido do que a fama imputada a mulher. O que quer um homem?
O homem &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~4/pXFIEhgeD1I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/feeds/1223230219446181743/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16384634&amp;postID=1223230219446181743" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/1223230219446181743?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16384634/posts/default/1223230219446181743?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CirculoDoSaber/~3/pXFIEhgeD1I/o-que-quer-o-ser-humano-maslow-diz-que.html" title="" /><author><name>Hector Thyso</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/113199007433665328624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rZzknygRD4Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAZ2w/X3oyIoPGJQQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://circulodosaber.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-que-quer-o-ser-humano-maslow-diz-que.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
