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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/h_Fdpv5fDwo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-bale-dos-dedos.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-3595799960389193999</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 17:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-29T16:22:46.337-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Resenha</category><title>Entre tempos</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/SozivxLCuuw/entre-tempos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-c6GRWP8ts/TtUhT023CNI/AAAAAAAADDM/UddJNtkGXjA/s72-c/PrevisoesdeUmCegoMacielPedro_capa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>Pedro Maciel produz romances nada convencionais. Não espere encontrar em seus livros as formas tradicionais das narrativas literárias: diálogos entre personagens, muitos ambientes, histórias...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/SozivxLCuuw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2011/11/entre-tempos.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-673013372204958774</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 19:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-21T11:19:42.460-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Crônica</category><title>Vendados os olhos...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/xPitjtHcRak/vendados-os-olhos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4e1gE4bJjQ/Tslc8K2gTbI/AAAAAAAADCY/5dtLYva6n3w/s72-c/Antonio+Bandeira%252C+A+grande+cidade+iluminada%252C+1953..jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>Muitos são os Rituais de passagem nas mais diversas culturas, como o famoso Rito de passagem da juventude dos índios Cherokee. Dentre todos, alguns são simples, religiosos e edificantes, como o...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/xPitjtHcRak" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2011/11/vendados-os-olhos.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-5772627509751052237</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 20:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-21T11:23:28.935-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Resenha</category><title>Arkáditch da Paraíba</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/eybMzY0Pn9Y/arkaditch-da-paraiba.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L2XenbbtUg0/TsAucd5qZ9I/AAAAAAAADCQ/2Lj0QurfV7I/s72-c/Ark%25C3%25A1ditchSolhaW.J._capa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>Recebi, esses dias, o mais recente livro de W. J. Solha: Arkáditch. Uma história que se passa em apenas 24 horas, num verdadeiro rebuliço na família de Zé Medeiros, protagonista da trama.




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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/eybMzY0Pn9Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2011/11/arkaditch-da-paraiba.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-691886957313508656</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-21T11:25:07.656-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Comunicado</category><title>Retorno</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/Qv85sWF05AI/retorno.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVvy0iI_FNk/TrctbzhnUpI/AAAAAAAADBY/09xwQv7Dx-s/s72-c/Rembrandt%252C+Rembrandt+Harmenszoon+van+Rijn%252C+Holanda%252C+1606-1669%252C+A+Volta+do+Filho+Pr%25C3%25B3digo+3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>Amigos,




Após um longo período de afastamento, quase completo, do meu blog , acabei voltando de mansinho, na sombra. Mas, como sempre, tive a presença de vocês, ou alguns de vocês, por lá, lendo...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/Qv85sWF05AI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2011/11/retorno.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-4630906916181540919</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2011 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-21T11:29:24.380-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poesia</category><title>A Lápide</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/-VJOihxiETA/lapide.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c4neQXrpsPg/Ti3FQIUZM-I/AAAAAAAADAs/cpFF3sS2npI/s72-c/Casper+David+Friedrich%252C+Cemit%25C3%25A9rio+do+convento+coberto+de+neve+%2528Klosterfriedhof+im+Schnee%2529+-+1817-1819.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>Ontem avistei brumas negras

debruçando-se sobre a lápide fria

do último imperador

do meu mundo perfeito.



Vi bailarinos irônicos

e madonas cantoras

a esbofetearem o ar

com suas vozes...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/-VJOihxiETA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2011/07/lapide.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-9210504664089459147</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2011 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-20T17:09:41.799-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Resenha</category><title>Um celta em favor da vida</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/__R5dpOODVg/um-celta-em-favor-da-vida.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYzbdi161rA/Tic1TPz75tI/AAAAAAAADAo/q7gYH509uZg/s72-c/SonhoCeltaLlosaMVargas_f.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>Meus queridos.



Recentemente foi lançado no Brasil o novo livro de Mario Vargas Llosa, O sonho do celta. Romance histórico capaz de nos fazer parar e refletir sobre a humanidade e sua desastrosa...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/__R5dpOODVg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2011/07/um-celta-em-favor-da-vida.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-560758100926470549</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2011 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-15T04:54:43.279-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Resenha</category><title>Entre o esfumar da chuva e os cabelos de sol</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/o4J77_L-SBQ/entre-os-esfumar-da-chuva-e-os-cabelos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXDYuOE0o00/TfhAeekc_iI/AAAAAAAADAU/kUOWsZOKu_Q/s72-c/E%25C3%25A7a+umdiadechuva.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>Eça de Queiroz, volta e meia, reaparece no Brasil. Há alguns anos, veio em forma de minissérie, Os Maias (2001) e O primo Basílio (1988), agora, volta ao imaginário brasileiro com o conto Um dia de...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/o4J77_L-SBQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2011/06/entre-os-esfumar-da-chuva-e-os-cabelos.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-7287556671868911168</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 21:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-27T15:26:57.531-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Conto</category><title>Janeiro</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/q4UjaXsmgu8/janeiro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jq9Qzlx5xrA/TT3q9XIFvoI/AAAAAAAAC_I/KfvKEi7Klbc/s72-c/Le_jour_des_morts+-+1959.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>Era noite quando a cidade dormia, como sempre, para quase todos. Somente morcegos varavam a noite e aquelas estranhas corujas brancas que cantam a iminência da morte, dizem, quando o mundo caiu. O...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/q4UjaXsmgu8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2011/01/janeiro.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-6182715982377858416</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2010 18:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-19T18:21:58.447-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poesia</category><title>Resposta a uma poetiza</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/WAqu0UlKdHo/resposta-uma-poetiza.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jq9Qzlx5xrA/TQz10JRu99I/AAAAAAAAC-w/omR630yWunQ/s72-c/Valentine+Cameron+Prinsep+%255B+Study+of+a+Girl+Reading+%255D+1860-70.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><description>Eu sou aquele

que lhe encontra na sua ausência,

aquele que busca

tirar-lhe a morte,

transmutar a foice em ramalhete,

dar-lhe a ponte

que a unirá ao amor

para não mais existir o adeus,

colorir...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/WAqu0UlKdHo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2010/12/resposta-uma-poetiza.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-9116470795159694741</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 12:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-06T22:18:42.669-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Comunicado</category><title>Comunicado</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/S2piTf7nW-g/comunicado.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jq9Qzlx5xrA/TOJ6tcNW4wI/AAAAAAAAC-I/XD7wrAu2Sk4/s72-c/logo+revista+Continuum+Ita%25C3%25BA+Cultural.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&amp;nbsp;

  &amp;nbsp;COLECIONISMO é o tema do  próximo número da revista&amp;nbsp;Continuum Itaú  Cultural.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Todos podem participar enviando projetos de  reportagem para a seção Deadline&amp;nbsp;ou...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/S2piTf7nW-g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2010/11/comunicado.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-888903385647189635</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 13:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-24T10:30:56.087-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poesia</category><title>Carcomido</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/IUJX8oNYNR0/carcomido.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jq9Qzlx5xrA/THPGX16ecdI/AAAAAAAAC98/x0YPSBjeb2g/s72-c/Peter+Ilsted+%5B+The+Open+Door+%5D+1861-1933.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>Tudo o que vejo agora

são paisagens negras,

árvores mortas e flores secas,

nuvens cinza que usurpam meus olhos,

corpos estranhos que se movem inexplicavelmente.



Tudo o que vejo agora

é a...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/IUJX8oNYNR0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2010/08/carcomido.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-9220311992173707817</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Aug 2010 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-07T11:16:03.029-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Resenha</category><title>Entre a força e o lirismo</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/0NxziLpGIOQ/entre-forca-e-o-lirismo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jq9Qzlx5xrA/TF1mw_OE8HI/AAAAAAAAC94/AI5aNpYtvEk/s72-c/Jorge+Elias2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>Com metáforas perfeitamente empregadas, assim como as demais figuras imagéticas que se tornam indispensáveis à compreensão e absorção de cada poema, com o lirismo e o naturalismo convivendo...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/0NxziLpGIOQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2010/08/entre-forca-e-o-lirismo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-2786505586762226900</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-30T10:03:50.419-03:00</atom:updated><title>Pedro Maciel retornando com os pássaros</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/xGZRSEYP95g/pedro-maciel-retornando-com-os-passaros.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jq9Qzlx5xrA/TFJCyWWjC-I/AAAAAAAAC9k/8uhXu7nZINw/s72-c/Pedro+Maciel,+Retornar+com+os+p%C3%A1ssaros,+Capa-frente.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>Meu amigo escritor, Pedro Maciel, acaba de publicar seu terceiro romance, Retornar com os pássaros, lançado pela editora portuguesa LeYa. E eu, claro, não poderia deixar que esse momento passasse em...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/xGZRSEYP95g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2010/07/pedro-maciel-retornando-com-os-passaros.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-39484456517503150</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 17:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-07T08:23:30.550-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Crônica</category><title>Os que não veem</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/cwGJcYuIyaM/os-que-nao-veem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jq9Qzlx5xrA/TEnSqG8yt1I/AAAAAAAAC9g/Fdk_1BPWkV0/s72-c/Bruegel,+Pieter,+o+Velho+%28C.+1525+-+9+de+setembro+de+1569%29_A+par%C3%A1bola+do+Cego+%281568%29.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>― Ei, olha por onde anda!



― Eu olharia se pudesse ver.



― Desculpe, não sabia que você era cego.



― Depois o cego sou eu. E eu não sou cego, sou deficiente visual, seu pulha!



― Espera, do...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/cwGJcYuIyaM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2010/07/os-que-nao-veem.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-5079149971053437541</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-12T09:35:42.226-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poesia</category><title>O Vento e a Folha</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/c3Uoa1DYj4Y/o-vento-e-folha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jq9Qzlx5xrA/TDsKPL2eJ5I/AAAAAAAAC9c/2HVXF7oFMfA/s72-c/Alfred+Sisley+-+Dia+de+Viento+en+Veno+%281882%29.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>Folhas que caem,

vento que sopra,

que beija,

que corre,

que vai,

vai...



Vai sob a folha

que rufla,

que plana,

que nada,

que sobe,

que desce,

que dança,

e vão,

vão...



Vão feito...&lt;br/&gt;
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transeunte monótono,

ignoto aos olhos vizinhos.

Caminhando como um turista

recém chegado a um lugar

que não conhece.



Eu o vi sorrir para as nuvens

e abraçar o...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/d-JwsoQiBA4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2010/05/sentido-aranha.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-2958390565472134005</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 21:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-19T16:36:49.078-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Resenha</category><title>Fragmentos de Deus</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/M3wtqNFhLYE/fragmentos-de-deus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jq9Qzlx5xrA/S-nQNhW71WI/AAAAAAAAC8I/33VXXMbQ93A/s72-c/maciel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>“Como deixei de ser Deus” é o novo livro do escritor Pedro Maciel. Assim como seu romance anterior, este é confeccionado em pequenos textos de pouquíssimas linhas, e essas poucas linhas se assemelham...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/M3wtqNFhLYE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2010/05/fragmentos-de-deus.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-4947758706204837787</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 19:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-08T12:11:12.869-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Crônica</category><title>Igrejas do Brasil e seus nomes abençoados</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/jWsYTKuUd4E/igrejas-do-brasil-e-seus-nomes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jq9Qzlx5xrA/S-RwTc73dNI/AAAAAAAAC8E/7Op0Un4x2D0/s72-c/Van+Gogh_igreja+de+Auvers1890.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>No Brasil é bastante fácil criar uma Igreja, e seus fundadores mostram-se bastante criativos no momento de batizá-las. Os nomes são normalmente um capítulo à parte.



Tocado por esses nomes e...&lt;br/&gt;
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Visite o meu Blog para ler o texto completo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WilliamLial/~4/jWsYTKuUd4E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://williamlial.blogspot.com/2010/05/igrejas-do-brasil-e-seus-nomes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38645462.post-101764732908041302</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 19:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-29T11:45:45.950-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Conto</category><title>À espera</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WilliamLial/~3/odUt1Dqz6OY/espera.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (William Lial)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jq9Qzlx5xrA/S9nbBjv3XVI/AAAAAAAAC8A/l1SFkKJP_AE/s72-c/Serge+Bloch.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>― Ei! Aonde você vai, rapaz? Vem aqui, vem me ler! Mas por que esse povo foge tanto de mim? Tá com medo, ô mané? Eu sou tão bonito... Olha só essa capa que beleza, olha essas páginas, e o cheirinho,...&lt;br/&gt;
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