<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848179125844622528</id><updated>2018-04-19T21:38:55.257-07:00</updated><category term="Crônicas"/><title type='text'>Cronicante</title><subtitle type='html'>cr. n. c. t.  &#xa;Ela cronicantea vivências tragicômicas e seus devaneios...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Espiralando no Universo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14065519137947483641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848179125844622528.post-3849612767953332124</id><published>2018-04-19T20:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2018-04-19T20:55:10.405-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crônicas"/><title type='text'>A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP08 FIM DA 1ª TEMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;uma blognovela mexicana em ene capítulos inacabados e rodando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;EPISÓDIO 8: O PRIMEIRO FIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Mensagens toscas por whatsapp podem até ter sido trocadas entre eu e o amor da minha vida nos dias que precederam o ocorrido... em vão, ele voltará com a namorada. Gelo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;-----&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Os atores saem de cena e agradecem pelo fim da primeira temporada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/feeds/3849612767953332124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/04/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/3849612767953332124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/3849612767953332124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/04/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep08.html' title='A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP08 FIM DA 1ª TEMP'/><author><name>Espiralando no Universo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14065519137947483641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848179125844622528.post-733998145342133439</id><published>2018-04-19T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-04-19T20:50:27.673-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crônicas"/><title type='text'>A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP07 TEMP01</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;uma blognovela mexicana em ene capítulos inacabados e rodando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;EPISÓDIO 7: A JANELA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Burato me levou pra casa dele. As alegações pífias sobre a distância de forma alguma mascaravam a verdade. Houve até uma promessa de amanhã de manhã te levo para sua casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Sem mais opções, me contentei a dormir, após muito esforço em passar a mensagem de &quot;Não&quot;. e não e não, não vou transar com você, Burato.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Ao amanhecer, iludidamente peço pela carona. coitada. Burato se faz de morto na cama, sem quaisquer sinais de perspectiva de cooperação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando pela casa, penso, repenso.&lt;br /&gt;Tento convence-lo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Sem sucesso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Eis que me vejo presa numa casa sabe se lá aonde, e, acima de tudo trancada para dentro com alguém que sequer cogita me ajudar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Não me resta nenhuma opção a não ser pular a janela. Me ralo inteira. Mas escapo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chego a portaria do condomínio e a porteira não pode evitar ouvir a história homérica que eu acabara de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Peço um taxi. Chego em casa, corro para buscar dinheiro, pago o taxi, e enfim, as 8 da manhã da sexta feira, chego em casa e encontro minhas roomies se arrumando para a aula.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Que noite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: lora, serif; font-size: medium; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: lora, serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/feeds/733998145342133439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/04/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/733998145342133439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/733998145342133439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/04/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep07.html' title='A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP07 TEMP01'/><author><name>Espiralando no Universo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14065519137947483641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848179125844622528.post-2362907844324822207</id><published>2018-04-19T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-04-19T20:48:37.725-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crônicas"/><title type='text'>A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP06 TEMP01</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;uma blognovela mexicana em ene capítulos inacabados e rodando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;EPISÓDIO 6: E AGORA?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Após me vestir, vou de encontro ao after com a certeza que todas as minhas amigas estariam lá.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Só que não.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Não teve after. Estão só os moradores na casa. E eu. E aparentemente a namorada do flor também.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Lá estou eu, do outro lado da cidade, sozinha, sem ter como sair de lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sem celular, identidade, dinheiro, e nesse momento, até sem dignidade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Conversando com os demais moradores da casa avisto um conhecido que na minha consciência traz uma luz de salvação. Burato: Um ex peguete de uma veterana com quem já morei. Alguém que possa me levar para casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Consigo uma carona, visto que ele já ia levar&amp;nbsp; outro amigo até o centro da cidade. Graças a deus estou a salvo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Só que as coisas não são tão belas assim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/feeds/2362907844324822207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/04/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/2362907844324822207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/2362907844324822207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/04/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep06.html' title='A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP06 TEMP01'/><author><name>Espiralando no Universo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14065519137947483641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848179125844622528.post-8135121842084313238</id><published>2018-04-19T20:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2018-04-19T20:43:44.689-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crônicas"/><title type='text'>A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP05 TEMP01</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;uma blognovela mexicana em ene capítulos inacabados e rodando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;EPISÓDIO 5: O DIA PT.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;CHEGUEI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;TO PREPARADA PRA ATACAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Entrei na minha roda de amigas como uma deusa que chega ao seu reinado pronta para nada mesmo do que conquistar o seu deus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&quot;After na sua casa então?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;E o calor do momento acontece, quando vejo, ele está organizando as caronas, já apontando pra um carro com vagas no banco de trás.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;No próximo flash, &lt;b&gt;estamos&lt;/b&gt; no banco de trás.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Beijos rolam soltos e a pegação se imenda independente das outras pessoas no carro. Pouco demora para chegarmos a casa e de fato concretizar algo que já estava pendente a tempos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Entramos no banheiro para nos refrescar quando de súbito se ouve uma batida na porta. Mal sabia eu a prenuncia do que isso significava para o fim da minha noite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&quot;Flor, sua namorada está na porta de casa&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Terminamos o banho sem conversa e nessa noite eu não o vi mais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/feeds/8135121842084313238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/04/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/8135121842084313238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/8135121842084313238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/04/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep05.html' title='A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP05 TEMP01'/><author><name>Espiralando no Universo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14065519137947483641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848179125844622528.post-7081546069426502407</id><published>2018-04-19T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-04-19T20:03:34.047-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crônicas"/><title type='text'>A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP04 TEMP01</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;uma blognovela mexicana em ene capítulos inacabados e rodando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;EPISÓDIO 4: O DIA PT.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Até esse dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Em meados do semestre, junto-me ao meu bonde de amigas, e vamos a mais uma festinha. Até então, nada estava fora do usual.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Vestidas com pouca roupa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;sem bolsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;sem documento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;sem dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;apenas a cara e a coragem (e a dignidade, será?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;conosco ali presente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Exatamente como fazíamos em todas as festas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Era uma festa da UfX, o que significava que era mais uma das festas que ficava diametralmente do outro lado da cidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;E ai festinha rolando, musiquinha, bons drinks, tudo dentro do usual.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Conforme o usual também, o Flor estava visível no meu radar mas novamente sem nenhuma expectativa, por que né...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Mas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;esse dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;foi diferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;O Flor e a namorada brigaram.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Ali, em algum canto da festa, o qual não pude ver direito, apenas espreitei o que precisava saber.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Potencialmente, hoje, o amor da minha vida estaria solteiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Mas tudo bem. Como eu sou ofensiva mas nem tanto, segui na festa como se nada tivesse ocorrido. Apenas observando talvez se haveria o momento propício para dar o bote.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;E teve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;A festa já chegava ao final e naquele típico momento de organização de carros e caronas. Vejo uma cena interessante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;A cena.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;O sinal do universo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;No meio de um grupinho de meninas da minha sala da minha faculdade, que claramente não conheciam os meninos dessa República, está lá, o amor da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não apenas está ele sozinho em meu território, como está ao gritos puxando e animando o famoso &lt;i&gt;after party&lt;/i&gt; que, por acaso, é na república dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;o Flor&lt;br /&gt;com as minhas amigas&lt;br /&gt;agitando as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;pro after na casa dele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É HOJE&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/feeds/7081546069426502407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/04/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/7081546069426502407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/7081546069426502407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/04/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep04.html' title='A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP04 TEMP01'/><author><name>Espiralando no Universo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14065519137947483641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848179125844622528.post-5636308344001974506</id><published>2018-03-24T19:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2018-04-19T19:30:43.193-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crônicas"/><title type='text'>A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP03 TEMP01</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;uma blognovela mexicana em ene capítulos inacabados e rodando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;EPISÓDIO 3: A DECEPÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Voltou o semestre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já no talo, pronta pra atacar, chega a primeira festa e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Flor está namorando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso mesmo: o amor da minha vida, o meu único amor a primeira vista, namorando. É isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso que eu chamo de uma bela e boa decepção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Passei alguns minutos pensando na tristeza que são semanas de férias e como essas podem afetar aquilo que tinha tudo para ser incrível.&lt;/i&gt; Mas tudo bem, a vida segue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o semestre seguiu. Eu, já conformada, mas sempre com aquele pézinho na indignação, me contentei em acreditar que algum dia, alguma hora, aconteceria. Segue o baile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O semestre foi passando, as festas também. Cada vez mais meu grupo de amigas se tornava espontaneamente mais próxima da república dele. E festa vem, festa vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/feeds/5636308344001974506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/03/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/5636308344001974506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/5636308344001974506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/03/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep03.html' title='A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP03 TEMP01'/><author><name>Espiralando no Universo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14065519137947483641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848179125844622528.post-413964408370715588</id><published>2018-03-24T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2018-04-19T19:30:43.131-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crônicas"/><title type='text'>A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP02 TEMP01</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;uma blognovela mexicana em ene capítulos inacabados e rodando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;EPISÓDIO 2: TA NA MINHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Eis que vieram as férias e olha só!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Todas as fotos do meu Instagram curtidas pelo Flor. t-o-d-a-s.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;(tudo bem que o meu Instagram só tinha cinco fotos, mas enfim, o que vale é o gesto né?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Sem contar um comentário em algum vídeo meu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Conclusão: &lt;b&gt;ele ta muito na minha&lt;/b&gt;. Deixa só voltar o semestre e TRA, será.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Ahh a realidade... nunca tão poética e romântica não é mesmo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Estava tudo tão lindo até que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/feeds/413964408370715588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/03/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/413964408370715588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/413964408370715588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/03/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep02.html' title='A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP02 TEMP01'/><author><name>Espiralando no Universo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14065519137947483641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848179125844622528.post-6919091054630065018</id><published>2018-03-18T15:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2018-04-19T19:30:43.254-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crônicas"/><title type='text'>A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. EP01 TEMP01</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;uma blognovela mexicana verídica em ene capítulos inacabados e rodando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;EPISÓDIO 1: OLHAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Era o último fim de semana do semestre, no qual lançaríamos o primeiro encontro de empresários juniores de Felicilândia. Eu, parte do departamento de marketing, já estava em contato com um dos organizadores, por acaso meu diretor, e tinha ciência dos nomes dos demais envolvidos na organi&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;zação.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Até ai ok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chegando lá, sou arrebatada pela cena de vários homens lindos na recepção do evento, e, já deslumbrada pela beleza padrão desses, avisto um dos outros organizadores: o Flor. Narigudo e descabelado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;O evento corre normalmente. Rodas de debates, compartilhamentos de práticas de sucesso, coffee break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Ai, a palestra de encerramento. Ela começa com uma dinâmica clássica: a de se sentar do lado de um desconhecido - uma forma de integração e quebra gelo. Assim, me sento do lado de um moço em outra fileira de cadeiras. O Flor senta-se ao meu lado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Nesse momento, o palestrante sugere outra dinâmica talvez clichê, mas que eu jamais havia vivenciado daquela forma. A dinâmica de olhar nos olhos da pessoa ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Meu mundo parou.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;De pé,&lt;br /&gt;frente a frente com o Flor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;mesmo enquanto o palestrante ainda explicava os detalhes práticos da dinâmica,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele me olhou.&lt;br /&gt;Eu o vi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Sustentamos esse olhar,&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;profundo,&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;penetrante,&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;durante o que podem ter sido minutos, dias ou horas.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Naquele exato momento eu já sabia que &lt;b&gt;eu o queria&lt;/b&gt; e que &lt;b&gt;ele me queria&lt;/b&gt;, e que teríamos potencialmente uma das &lt;b&gt;melhores&lt;/b&gt; transas de nossas vidas juntos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Foi de arrepiar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/feeds/6919091054630065018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/03/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/6919091054630065018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848179125844622528/posts/default/6919091054630065018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://cronicantea.blogspot.com/2018/03/a-cronica-do-amor-da-minha-vida-ep01.html' title='A CRÔNICA DO AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. 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