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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAAR389fSp7ImA9WhRVGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217145779173413412</id><updated>2012-01-17T15:52:26.165-02:00</updated><title>Vanitas (transitoriedades)</title><subtitle type="html">"Tudo o que não é eterno, é eternamente inútil." Clive Staples Lewis</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vaidadedevaidades.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vaidadedevaidades.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217145779173413412/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jussara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427433127271371959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggu8HbQBpk8/TxRhu21pQrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Q7VYNJvhDRg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2B%25283%2529%2Bde%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BIM000004.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Vanitastransitoriedades" /><feedburner:info uri="vanitastransitoriedades" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEDRng8eip7ImA9WhRVGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217145779173413412.post-2061719186694978932</id><published>2012-01-17T15:48:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:51:17.672-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T15:51:17.672-02:00</app:edited><title>Estou em obras</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vaidadedevaidades.blogspot.com/feeds/2061719186694978932/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vaidadedevaidades.blogspot.com/2012/01/estou-em-obras.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217145779173413412/posts/default/2061719186694978932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217145779173413412/posts/default/2061719186694978932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vanitastransitoriedades/~3/BO1K_isi5C8/estou-em-obras.html" title="Estou em obras" /><author><name>Jussara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427433127271371959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggu8HbQBpk8/TxRhu21pQrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Q7VYNJvhDRg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2B%25283%2529%2Bde%2BC%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BIM000004.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Joguei fora minhas máscaras, descobri que sou minha melhor versão. 
Joguei fora minhas mentiras antes que elas se tornassem minhas verdades. 
Joguei fora minhas ilusões, assim encaro a vida com os pés no chão. 
Joguei fora minha indiferença, aumentou um pouco a dor e muito o amor. 
Sempre repetirei esse processo, pois joguei fora a ideia de que estou pronto, definido. 
Estou em obras. 
Amanhã 
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   "Apenas! Essa é uma palavra terrível, capaz de apagar uma vela."










Em Busca da Terra do Nunca

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"Hoje nos encontramos numa fase nova na humanidade. Todos estamos regressando à Casa Comum, à Terra: os povos, as sociedades, as culturas e as religiões. Todos trocamos experiências e valores. Todos nos enriquecemos e nos completamos mutuamente. (...)

(...) Vamos rir, chorar e aprender. Aprender especialmente como casar Céu e Terra, vale dizer, como combinar o cotidiano com o surpreendente,
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A opinião do próprio Magritte dá conta de Golconda (em inglês):
“Há uma multidão de homens, homens diferentes. Quando pensamos numa multidão, contudo, não 
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