<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Nov 2024 15:12:18 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>musica</category><title>O HOMEM NU</title><description>ESSE HOMEM NU SOU EU! &#xa;Aquele mausoléu é meu.&#xa; &#xa;Eu não sei para onde vai todo mundo. Eu sei para onde estou indo. E, é para lá que eu vou. [] [] [] &#xa;http://realmetafisica.blogspot.com [] [] [] &#xa;http://otomdaretorica.blogspot.com</description><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-8194137188212181821</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2016 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-06-16T09:55:34.558-07:00</atom:updated><title>Estou Cansado</title><atom:summary type="text">


Estou cansado, é claro,&amp;nbsp;Porque, a certa altura, a gente tem que estar cansado.&amp;nbsp;De que estou cansado, não sei:&amp;nbsp;De nada me serviria sabê-lo,&amp;nbsp;Pois o cansaço fica na mesma.&amp;nbsp;A ferida dói como dói&amp;nbsp;E não em função da causa que a produziu.&amp;nbsp;Sim, estou cansado,&amp;nbsp;E um pouco sorridente&amp;nbsp;De o cansaço ser só isto —&amp;nbsp;Uma vontade de sono no corpo,&amp;nbsp;Um desejo </atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2016/06/estou-cansado.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-225609305380167456</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2015 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-16T12:21:20.866-08:00</atom:updated><title>Pensando na vida: Um dia de otário</title><atom:summary type="text">
Tenho um pior momento na minha vida, um que odeio lembrar, que me dá raiva lembrar.
O pior de lembrar, é lembrar toda vez que fui um otário, mas lembro também, que se não tivesse passado por aquele vexame certamente eu seria um otário até hoje, e pior, provavelmente nem saberia disso.


Então meu pior momento é mesmo um dos melhores momentos, pois tomei consciência de ser um otário.
Por vezes, </atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2015/02/pensando-na-vida-um-dia-de-tario.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwIRz85EONKnvnsE7Tl_eeE3Yx7gH71TxzCmSG2S2k509iTREdv7dluzlplsB6yUE6loXy33zEfRgLsWHaeY7N3A4uo6JkkfwIHp-NtVw02oUtgqea8_MpyBV71xGVLmgx6mmiFiOj1lPe/s72-c/eu+pcture+2015.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-442142193667084396</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2015 02:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-12T18:26:21.792-08:00</atom:updated><title>Filhos, melhor tê-los.</title><atom:summary type="text">
Croniquetinha





&amp;nbsp;Conforme combinado cheguei às seis na casa dos meus filhos,
abraços e sorrisos festivos, três histórias para ouvir ao mesmo tempo, cumprimento
a mãe que me informa que as crianças não estão prontas ainda.





- O quê! Você não estão prontos ainda?!



- Não! Não! Não!



- Então vão se aprontar já senão eu vou e vocês ficam, vou
comer a pizza toda sozinho. 

Saem os </atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2015/02/filhos-melhor-te-los.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrowCymARJDpbLF7ddnAP_pTnT5abDUY5RIrMx-pE8Z7DOeGwnOYoAAs07wCaHwbYv7p5iIXj1AifIN7BEaW_t53zdwq8lHBVQ_Mxi5Ic30GWOJUxBlMIuesZFeku9STmFhE15FlikoiaQ/s72-c/filhos+cr%C3%B4nica.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-5047637294301632501</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2015 21:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-19T13:22:29.251-08:00</atom:updated><title>Por acaso não...</title><atom:summary type="text">

</atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2015/01/por-acaso-nao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUEnOFwnHDFJwZs8ctWEW0LG7Ji9tuN93TPAL4s4VCEIhr58qtuyzTY6BgXiZjJbWuFDIXYJR8H5673ohaDxJdZ2U6-KkVdaUhYIrfa1fehAjk6sfgXvT5ZHOeEr6SggyGy0I2NL_mW2b/s72-c/poesia+por+a+caso+antenor+emerich.PNG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-8330503346376385474</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2015 14:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-06T06:40:45.624-08:00</atom:updated><title>Tocaia</title><atom:summary type="text">


O predador mora perto da presa. E espreita, e espreita, e espreita...
É só esperar, a pressa vai virar papinha.

Assim pensa o predador. Ficar na tocaia, esperando a presa cair.
Evidente que o raciocínio do predador é bastante precário e bruto.
Diferente do caçador, que se lança em busca da presa, entretanto, tanto o predador quanto o caçador estão presos no mesmo local que a presa.

O </atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2015/01/tocaia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnPCMWq9Gwvxw9-v0kPFBHsIHyz4H32bS98R9N35ERjXCqj_AMOIVliUVx-NHB0BRRemk544fIx2wtu0VF560iXT7IFFM_K4i7dTnc30HFCUXTTLx4m05a0ZeR25Ba8CKki4PPItdHgWDQ/s72-c/tocaia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-3482549498403782620</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2014 22:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-06T14:38:43.196-08:00</atom:updated><title>-Cena de cinema - auto retrato</title><atom:summary type="text">




</atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2014/12/cena-de-cinema-auto-retrato.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51zHp4eDrkecheffe4AQBiISYzrGSWftLKvZZzosiQqtMcfw6zHV8_jFhvUiGtwubeNxOHv2hF4gZnd5XQeYr4FL7vs1x6zzfmQebS986yKdGOTPcEktRU3PhODamZq0Mj5YZ-ZbL33mX/s72-c/a1+eu+efeito+cinema+1+(2).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-647016400563641397</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2014 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-14T11:23:48.224-08:00</atom:updated><title>Esperando o fim do quê?</title><atom:summary type="text">
--- Aqueles que pensam que o ano acaba e começa ano novo na
data marcada, é escravo do sistema e do calendário.

E não adianta vir aqui escrever idiotice, porque desculpas
de escravo não vale nada. 


Baixe a cabeça e siga o calendário.


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</atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2014/11/sempre-em-frente.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguAMUR_e5P9bS9C9LA-sbdvj63B32KMFCtoRVGyPBb5ZtjgXkJJGEDv-ZkoeEr2dvKjbM2xj4aRZAE4HrAhc77e-NZTDXXCdlvbi-PZ349NNcVP1aG5LcjQ-W1beVoqdnSf6Q8BoUBTHOR/s72-c/estudio+vasul+logo+alteradoooo+letras.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-4216480079186037296</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2014 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-06T18:27:12.887-08:00</atom:updated><title>A sombra (Raul Seixas/Antenor Emerich)</title><atom:summary type="text">


Mosca Na Sopa -&amp;nbsp;Raul Seixas / versão: Antenor Emerich






&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;



&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eu sou a sombra



Que pousou em suas costas

Eu sou a sombra

Que pintou pra lhe abusar



Eu sou a sombra

Que perturba o seu sono

Eu sou a sombra

No seu </atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2014/11/a-sombra-raul-seixasantenor-emerich.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JKC9waHk3pK9p0EGLD1ptTpI25-T5xnVFiW-j9EZeMpcW_oB3miUmy61k4A5C-lRsrRbHmjT-5FpcRt57hPgZGDBQJ6h3ImOSv_jwjMaPhVlyTljqxDaKio9gCpX0IvcFAyDcrq3xl11/s72-c/Sombra+blog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-3149492825856703476</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2014 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-10-25T20:06:05.772-07:00</atom:updated><title>a intençao é tudo</title><atom:summary type="text">

</atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-intencao-e-tudo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgAT2p4P_KJYupolvp7DE8T-ez2P8K7-9DFa0O02i77nfwZjc3Cme_FrM5GR1dN7L9i_K1D15_ZWdZYwoViwnLgY0yTZe1xXoSw4NoV25671mKAQ-HJJp9BqGiMR9YvgtP1WihfSoOUix/s72-c/antenor+banner+inte%C3%A7%C3%A3o+.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-8878894682204519385</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2014 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-10-24T14:55:03.643-07:00</atom:updated><title>De solidã0</title><atom:summary type="text">




Estou sozinho

E a solidão me agrada

Um silencio mudo

Um som sem nada

não é ruim o silêncio

não é pesado.

Sem som do presente ou visão do passado

No cd, o Zeca rasga fotografias.

A chuva chia na pedra fria

(taparam a terra)

No vão de uma música à outra

Pintassilgos trovam com saíras

Meu creme espalha aroma pela casa

Minha nudez é informal

Meu pênis fica atento

(entre quatro </atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2014/10/de-solida0.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-8137138066068908461</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2014 03:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-10-23T20:30:03.988-07:00</atom:updated><title>Piração II</title><atom:summary type="text">




Pirei meu PC

Parou.

Ele é 180, eu 220.

Não preciso de um nobreak

Preciso de um para raios.


</atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2014/10/piracao-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabR9QmW8TyLexf2WafVjH_LAwaqVzRpz_Pv8QPdkVl25NCOLuhZBpLvIRSpss23OwTUVGqJjkfCIHAe9vOw1MM4n7MUSQwR5TW_xsXtJMFBvc6hmgIY6vorNHbBp-Ut8wkjK94CJEhyWC/s72-c/REDE+NET+INTERNET.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-5710763341683986442</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2014 22:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-10-22T22:29:44.124-07:00</atom:updated><title>Eu e meus desafetos</title><atom:summary type="text">

Muitos não gostam de mim.

Garanto que não entendo bem por que.

Falam de mim, tentam ridicularizar minha imagem.

Não sei por quê.

Nunca peguei o que não é meu, nunca passei na frente de
ninguém, sempre deixei “para lá”. Não entro em competição com ninguém; Nunca
fico em um lugar que alguém crê, seja seu. 

Se quiser pegar pegue; se quer levar, leve; se quer ir, vá;
quer deixar, deixe; 

Mas,</atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2014/10/eu-e-meus-desafetos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF7LGQrWY1UgRl4WZahv6lIU4zCfA-JlJuDyd-MvVNGG1Laj0D2JWELV_YZaR2RqmHGmTDINpCtWSZrGm0hwXb837fJlTyWBUXtdFKeAIGG4wV6Kts2zF1u3l14MAgdMgJTq1hvEZX7isv/s72-c/eu+antenor+banner+texto.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-6167440478204269767</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2014 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-13T16:28:28.839-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kafka &amp; Dostoievski</title><atom:summary type="text">

Decidi contar o que está havendo comigo.

Embora creia que isto não interessa a ninguém, ainda assim
vou relatar.

Tenho um problema que nunca foi diagnosticado direito. E
que, na falta de terminologia médica, refiro-me a isto dizendo que o “meu
cérebro para”. E para! E pronto.

A primeira vez que passei por isso Foi em 1993, quando
fiquei por nove meses trancado no quarto sem falar nada, com </atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2014/08/kafka-dostoievski.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZHHLk7XY5uKauayGj-pKZULsR1jyey4I7GEBDe7ByXxMIkRxcq7cKgsXs_XPSsQ3p5JJwHjL7ed71dqD7G0FURRpuPXaH5nblzxVDuOt7fx4kvADM2HuKWu1Vnn9YgVOWkWH_cncKr-Z/s72-c/eu+visual.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-8420600910092168122</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2014 09:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-25T02:42:54.697-07:00</atom:updated><title>A morte e a minha morte</title><atom:summary type="text">
Aprender a morrer desejei um dia

Agora minha vida está a morrer antes de mim

A seguir assim

Depois de tudo acabado


Restará meu fim.


</atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2014/07/a-morte-e-minha-morte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3iIyxjFFOpIcLZ-JFELfpsW6nrNNNvxL9Ah1r10EaxSW-r_G4iDmDYQDoXbtNZDg3T0iikci8hb7myz0pkJpoVSIP1XbslYruUwvs1okvdl3J-4Mvqmw0wXb1RnAi8soB79Y6s0RbwAu/s72-c/eu+poster+frase.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-1131977027232098860</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2014 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-11T11:12:55.232-07:00</atom:updated><title>Croniquetinha</title><atom:summary type="text">


Estranho&amp;nbsp;



Foi um
dia, estava estranho, o sol estava estranho, o ar estava estranho, eu estava
estranho. 
Eu
tinha sonhos, mil sonhos, e uma incrível certeza de que iria realizá-los. Eu
podia. Eu tinha a força, a garra, a gana, a certeza. Eu construiria um império
e uma lenda. Poder e fama. Eu teria tudo, e todos me amariam.

Que
dia estranho!






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Foto: Casaubon


A fotografia artística é a arte de fotografar de maneira não convencional, em que não existe uma preocupação única de retratar a realidade. Vai além disso. O fotógrafo registra o tema de uma forma que transcende o ordinário. Coloca a sua emoção, sua expressão e a sua perspectiva do mundo na imagem que produz. Da mesma forma que um pintor, um escultor ou qualquer outro </atom:summary><link>http://antenoremerich.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-fotografia-artistica.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antenor Emerich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7fqamWv7oRQTEiSNnj7gOKudwojBx33FOSKgRxELVTQSuG927F96k01YKYbSdhUZQDJkL_omBadTRgU9QOGgWu-ZbZAEo815-iFi6oRQ2q-wIkOakyp4I49C3CBiwUf1RN62ZQBomcvA/s72-c/foto+arte.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130254365806418712.post-7019187936827004860</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2013 22:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-15T14:43:49.577-08:00</atom:updated><title>Liberdade</title><atom:summary type="text">

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