<?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-4103999271753096332</id><updated>2024-10-04T23:06:16.159-03:00</updated><category term="Textos da faculdade"/><title type='text'>Rodrigo D. Monteiro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigodmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103999271753096332/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigodmonteiro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rodrigo Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09623343654860701114</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103999271753096332.post-150040252660430785</id><published>2013-03-19T13:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-03-19T13:35:05.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Castigo Literal</title><summary type="text">

Arte de Micah J. Gunnel

Numa manhã como todas as outras, Dantas acordou e se sentiu diferente. Ele não tinha uma enorme carcaça, nem várias pequenas patas, muito menos&amp;nbsp;desistiu de levantar da cama. Nenhuma mudança física havia ocorrido com aquele senhor de mais de 80 anos e aposentado.&amp;nbsp;

Dantas sentia-se novo. Desejava partir para uma jornada inesperada, mas sem companheiros, apenas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigodmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/150040252660430785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4103999271753096332/150040252660430785?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103999271753096332/posts/default/150040252660430785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103999271753096332/posts/default/150040252660430785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigodmonteiro.blogspot.com/2013/03/castigo-literal.html' title='Castigo Literal'/><author><name>Rodrigo Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09623343654860701114</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDLTdmqX9NWd6fENaEh07QiXpSa_zKwbtyJ3wH6XsIeQGbagWRAfGlRpBroMK6Y0rYRkPjXqtAfabZ_9jnzHpybwxVbHv46wkvwudAFH3EwT-aZA2_U9pdCD2cl9d91xTCnhyHtaXLvJ8/s72-c/old_cigarette_man_colors.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103999271753096332.post-8216488989715309104</id><published>2012-11-03T22:46:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-11-03T22:49:06.440-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Textos da faculdade"/><title type='text'>Redes sociais mudam conceitos de privacidade</title><summary type="text">



Os adeptos das redes sociais crescem cada vez mais no Brasil, com isso as pessoas expões suas vidas na internet sem se preocupar com as conseqüências futuras. Juliana Rodrigues, 18, estudante, conta tudo que acontece na sua vida aos seus “amigos” por redes sociais como Twitter &amp;nbsp;e Facebook, a que mais cresce no Brasil. Para ela é “mais prático” contar as novidades por esses meios, de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigodmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8216488989715309104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4103999271753096332/8216488989715309104?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103999271753096332/posts/default/8216488989715309104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103999271753096332/posts/default/8216488989715309104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigodmonteiro.blogspot.com/2012/11/redes-sociais-mudam-conceitos-de.html' title='Redes sociais mudam conceitos de privacidade'/><author><name>Rodrigo Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09623343654860701114</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0JiMZjZd6pLeLa9mD2LAdfVSLgXiR2cc7rUE4cFknfgjLGYBtjFJIdmF-pdXMD9KrDIjepvI9XgM6bom17Y_CRrgn3hskpsNe7t35QbznyIWKGY-zFcJFPZPrETc50x99mQWhbfLCD0/s72-c/redes+sociais.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103999271753096332.post-4725336187649054168</id><published>2012-11-03T18:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-11-03T18:51:47.903-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Textos da faculdade"/><title type='text'>Descrição poética do passado: Ilusão de Cronos</title><summary type="text">



O
passado é ilusão de Cronos. Filho de Urano e Gaia, pai do presente,
avô do futuro. É tempo. É o hoje de amanhã. Memória de um ontem
que já foi hoje. Imaginação do que se é. Presente deixado para
trás. É tristeza, alegria, agonia e euforia. Alívio ou
insatisfação. Foi ontem, é hoje e será amanhã. É pura ilusão.
Saudades de uma vida alegra. Sofrimento de uma vida infeliz. Para
alguns saudades</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigodmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4725336187649054168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4103999271753096332/4725336187649054168?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103999271753096332/posts/default/4725336187649054168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103999271753096332/posts/default/4725336187649054168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigodmonteiro.blogspot.com/2012/11/descricao-poetica-do-passado-ilusao-de.html' title='Descrição poética do passado: Ilusão de Cronos'/><author><name>Rodrigo Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09623343654860701114</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucIJbcOLOxoLlbyt1ftUqL1y2FSgEM47v_WfkFNHpoko6IQ2Sm43tCnlOxxgY37WQJExrjUEp1fyN4Zyf0HHSd3aayL7xDe67B5kOjDFXEubU5WA5T_TjUiYhWoYsR9MBRXXfCbxQ-Qc/s72-c/passado.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>