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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;AkEMQX48fCp7ImA9WhRbEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999</id><updated>2012-02-02T22:24:40.074-02:00</updated><category term="criação" /><category term="suspiros" /><category term="partilha" /><category term="momentos" /><category term="reflexões" /><category term="efêmero" /><category term="contemplamento" /><category term="fantasia" /><title>p de psicodélico</title><subtitle type="html">um brinde a VERDADE, o BEM e a BELEZA ...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</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/pdepsicodelico" /><feedburner:info uri="pdepsicodelico" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEMQX4zeip7ImA9WhRbEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-4039862782665826288</id><published>2012-02-02T22:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:24:40.082-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T22:24:40.082-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="momentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>inspira, expira...</title><summary>


Aquele momento em que você sente tudo, um verdadeiro turbilhão de emoções, mas não consegue expressar nada, porque tudo esta ardendo internamente e só lá, e não tem ninguém para te dar um tapa na cara ou um abraço acolhedor.













passa algo estranho, nos meus olhos castanhos...

</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/4039862782665826288/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2012/02/inspira-expira.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/4039862782665826288?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/4039862782665826288?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2012/02/inspira-expira.html" title="inspira, expira..." /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08MQ348eSp7ImA9WhRWFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-7115611782390066869</id><published>2012-01-02T11:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T11:44:42.071-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-02T11:44:42.071-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="momentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="criação" /><title>música</title><summary>
Expressões - P. Pereira




Ja faz tempo que venho querendo tentar me expressar atravez da música. Mas sempre venho adiando. Esse ano quero mudar isso. Tenho alguns cursos de produção que quero fazer para aprimorar, e também alguns programas e equipamentos a adquirir. Mas enquanto isso, vou usando o GarageBand mesmo, rs, até porque não tenho quase nenhuma noção de produção musical para querer </summary><link rel="related" href="http://soundcloud.com/patrickpereira/express-es-p-pereira?utm_source=soundcloud&amp;utm_campaign=share&amp;utm_medium=blogger&amp;utm_content=http://soundcloud.com/patrickpereira/express-es-p-pereira" title="música" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/7115611782390066869/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2012/01/musica.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/7115611782390066869?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/7115611782390066869?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2012/01/musica.html" title="música" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YCQ3kyfip7ImA9WhRWFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-2363695751110062894</id><published>2012-01-01T22:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:46:02.796-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T22:46:02.796-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contemplamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suspiros" /><title>um clipe</title><summary>


só um clipe com um visual legal, 

que de certa forma,  exemplifica bem o processo 

de criação de uma música eletrônica.

















</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/2363695751110062894/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-clipe.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/2363695751110062894?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/2363695751110062894?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-clipe.html" title="um clipe" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8BQHw-cCp7ImA9WhRWEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-1397684277928662594</id><published>2011-12-29T22:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T22:10:51.258-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-29T22:10:51.258-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="momentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="efêmero" /><title>sobre animais</title><summary>

Inspirado por este post aqui, reproduzo abaixo trechos de um texto de José Tolentino Mendonça sobre os animais. Ultimamente tenho reparado que estou me dando muito bem com eles, mais que o normal até. Já com os seres humanos, ando pegando cada vez mais implicância, me deixando ainda mais anti-social! A solução talvez seja me mudar para alguma cabana em uma floresta tropical! Estaria fugindo dos</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/1397684277928662594/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/12/sobre-animais.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/1397684277928662594?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/1397684277928662594?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/12/sobre-animais.html" title="sobre animais" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQBRH8-eSp7ImA9WhRXGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-3470305354745903867</id><published>2011-12-25T19:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T19:09:15.151-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-25T19:09:15.151-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contemplamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suspiros" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="partilha" /><title>Oferta</title><summary>
uma expressão artística,

uma verdade histórica,

um sopro de fé cristã!













Trazemos nos olhos, o mundo Senhor!



O som do atabaque marcando a cadência.



Os pés tolerados, ensaiam libertos a marcha do Povo!



Acolhe Olorum!

</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/3470305354745903867/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/12/oferta.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/3470305354745903867?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/3470305354745903867?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/12/oferta.html" title="Oferta" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8NRHg-cCp7ImA9WhRQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-707496863514958268</id><published>2011-12-06T12:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:14:55.658-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T12:14:55.658-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contemplamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>através da verdade</title><summary>


Posso dizer que um dos maiores erros que um ser humano comete é temer a verdade. Não a tratando como uma amiga.

Quem não busca a conversão através da verdade, nunca entenderá o que é a vida.



Conversão não é simplesmente abaixar a cabeça, mas sim, levanta-la vislumbrando as inúmeras possibilidades do horizonte e adota-las para engradecimento de seu ser!





 foto de Gregory Colbert</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/707496863514958268/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/12/atraves-da-verdade.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/707496863514958268?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/707496863514958268?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/12/atraves-da-verdade.html" title="através da verdade" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsCPBUyYNQY/Tt4ipe8_T9I/AAAAAAAAARg/XNLDzzL3LVs/s72-c/123225766414vzBAI.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAGRng_eyp7ImA9WhRQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-8164161756449859491</id><published>2011-12-06T11:37:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:38:47.643-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T16:38:47.643-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contemplamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suspiros" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="efêmero" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="criação" /><title>estas flores...</title><summary>







... que me fizeram refletir novamente sobre o efêmero. 



Flores que estão a colorir meu quarto...

estes microcosmos que foram ignorados por não estarem mais 
vendáveis nas prateleiras da vida...



Estas maravilhas que irão murchar, porque já cumpriram seu proposito de viver sua autenticidade!



Há flores em meu quarto...

para me lembrar que a Beleza estará sempre ali,

para aqueles </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/8164161756449859491/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/12/estas-flores.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/8164161756449859491?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/8164161756449859491?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/12/estas-flores.html" title="estas flores..." /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pj-30p8Oal4/Tt4c_30UCeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QK3f6GC5KTw/s72-c/Flores+-+Patrick+Pereira+%25281%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUERX4zfip7ImA9WhRREEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-3745886150495406891</id><published>2011-11-23T17:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:30:04.086-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-23T18:30:04.086-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="momentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>innuendo</title><summary>

Não vivi em épocas passadas para
ter uma noção precisa, mas, ao que tudo parece, nasci numa época de total
superficialidade. As intenções são as mais
bobas possíveis, é deputado criando lei para proibir o segundo ocupante na
moto (garupa) com o argumento que muitos assaltantes utilizam moto para isso.
Tem gente "namorando" simplesmente para não ficar com o status de
solteiro no facebook. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/3745886150495406891/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/11/innuendo.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/3745886150495406891?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/3745886150495406891?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/11/innuendo.html" title="innuendo" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQNQH4-cSp7ImA9WhRSFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-1271125216662956329</id><published>2011-11-17T14:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:46:31.059-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-17T14:46:31.059-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contemplamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suspiros" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="efêmero" /><title>matéria-prima</title><summary>
dai do nada você para,
pensa,
tenta reagir, 
e não consegue!

Porque na verdade você não estava querendo sair do porto seguro!

Mas uma força insiste,
e você levanta,
sente o cheiro da relva,
da terra molhada,
e se compara a aquilo tudo!
Nada desequilibrado, afinal!
Sente e vê sentido até nas dores da terra.

E descobre que você tem muita linha ainda para desenrolar nesta vida!
Mesmo não sabendo</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/1271125216662956329/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/11/materia-prima.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/1271125216662956329?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/1271125216662956329?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/11/materia-prima.html" title="matéria-prima" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rsMIv-3zSoc/TsU6XOQvPtI/AAAAAAAAARI/HZAPUVp94wc/s72-c/P08-01-11_14.42+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEFR3Y7fyp7ImA9WhdaE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-7892674233037573653</id><published>2011-10-23T10:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T10:56:56.807-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-23T10:56:56.807-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>normal</title><summary>
O cara que inventou o conceito de normalidade, deveria ter cheirado, bebido, injetado, levado um pé na bunda e se desiludido de vez da vida, para criar algo tão insosso!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/7892674233037573653/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/10/normal.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/7892674233037573653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/7892674233037573653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/10/normal.html" title="normal" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUCR348eCp7ImA9WhdUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-5420971604053951495</id><published>2011-09-26T19:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T19:31:06.070-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T19:31:06.070-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contemplamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="partilha" /><title>ensinamentos</title><summary>










... falamos da vida - e não de idéias, de teorias, de práticas ou de técnicas. Falamos para que olhe esta vida total, que é também a sua vida, para que lhe dê atenção. Isso significa que não pode desperdiçá-la. Tem pouquíssimo tempo para viver, talvez dez, talvez cinquenta anos. Não perca esse tempo. Olhe a sua vida, dê tudo para a compreender.



Podemos ir longe, se começarmos de </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/5420971604053951495/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/09/ensinamentos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/5420971604053951495?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/5420971604053951495?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/09/ensinamentos.html" title="ensinamentos" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBQ346fyp7ImA9WhdVEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-7261743558286429599</id><published>2011-09-16T15:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T15:57:32.017-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-16T15:57:32.017-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suspiros" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="momentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="efêmero" /><title>quadrados</title><summary>


Normalmente as coisas simples são a solução para me tirar de qualquer estágio de monotonia em que esteja.



Como eu AMO este tipo de coisa, vou longe viajando nas variações!!!



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Tenho mania de guardar coisas da época da escola. Encontrei estes dias alguns desenhos antigos, meio abstrato, meio minimalista,

meio alguma coisa indefinida rsrs






















Saudades desta época!


</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/2439644777330339992/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/08/desenhos-antigos.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/2439644777330339992?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/2439644777330339992?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/08/desenhos-antigos.html" title="desenhos antigos" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2TidPerFzlY/Tl1AVeIz9mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VcR2dsVer4U/s72-c/Patrick+Pereira+-+pdepsicodelico++%25285%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCQ3c8fSp7ImA9WhdQFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-7567484553448558322</id><published>2011-08-16T10:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T10:57:42.975-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T10:57:42.975-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="momentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>mudar pra que né?</title><summary>

</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/7567484553448558322/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/08/mudar-pra-que-ne.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/7567484553448558322?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/7567484553448558322?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/08/mudar-pra-que-ne.html" title="mudar pra que né?" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9HMObwsUrQ/Tkp3ALQuB1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/I33Y7XNSiIQ/s72-c/pensamento.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4ARXg9fSp7ImA9WhdQFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-2836550129254820527</id><published>2011-08-16T08:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T08:25:44.665-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T08:25:44.665-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contemplamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suspiros" /><title>definição simpática</title><summary>
TORCICOLO:
dor no pescoço provocada pelo excesso de vezes que você passa do meu lado!

</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/2836550129254820527/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/08/definicao-simpatica.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/2836550129254820527?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/2836550129254820527?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/08/definicao-simpatica.html" title="definição simpática" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjAgAd9Hs_I/TkpTEfVRLHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RtyHdRGpFbo/s72-c/P13-02-11_18.48+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUMQHw4eSp7ImA9WhdQEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-2565992381348887308</id><published>2011-08-10T15:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:51:21.231-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-10T15:51:21.231-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>que tal: Agressividade e Desumanidade?</title><summary>







    Ao ler a postagem Agressividade e Mau Cheiro, me senti completamente enojado, mas principalmente embasbacado com tamanha insensibilidade com a parte "Eles compõe um cenário proporcionalmente inverso às pretensões de quem se candidatou a uma subsede da Copa do Mundo. Turista não gosta de sujeira nem de ser tratado com grosseria, e adora tirar fotografia."


1 - Eu garanto que estas </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/2565992381348887308/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-tal-agressividade-e-desumanidade.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/2565992381348887308?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/2565992381348887308?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-tal-agressividade-e-desumanidade.html" title="que tal: Agressividade e Desumanidade?" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UuELUqPULyc/TkLQiW2tLOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/eHlKB89jjT8/s72-c/mg_7178-4_800x533.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYASX44eSp7ImA9WhdREkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-8515325718769413967</id><published>2011-08-02T11:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:09:08.031-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-02T11:09:08.031-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suspiros" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="momentos" /><title>PELIGRO</title><summary>fragmentos em gavetas refletindo o momento:

                                 Ah!
                                 Vontade de te dizer ...
                                 de explodir as emoções ...
                                 os sentimentos que tenho!


                                                             Como um tango em meio ao deserto...

</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/8515325718769413967/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/08/peligro.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/8515325718769413967?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/8515325718769413967?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/08/peligro.html" title="PELIGRO" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04EQ3Y4eSp7ImA9WhdSGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-2818906649189714589</id><published>2011-07-28T13:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T13:51:42.831-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-28T13:51:42.831-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="momentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="efêmero" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="criação" /><title>Arranjos</title><summary>

Sabe quando você faz uma coisa e se sente muito satisfeito com o que fez?

Feliz mesmo? Por mais efêmera e boba que seja?



Foi assim que me senti quando terminei e olhei para o resultado destes dois arranjos! 


















Fazia tempo que não tinha esta sensação. Foi bom sentir isso novamente!


</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/2818906649189714589/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/07/arranjos.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/2818906649189714589?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/2818906649189714589?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/07/arranjos.html" title="Arranjos" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yuexlSKQ8ws/TjGRzGdZ-kI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VzWnOVKJNRc/s72-c/P26-07-11_13.50%255B02%255D.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMNSHc4fSp7ImA9WhdSE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-8825447914491595080</id><published>2011-07-22T16:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:38:19.935-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-22T16:38:19.935-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>bailar nas fases</title><summary>
      

     Subir os degraus da vida com graça, com criatividade, é o que nos faz dizer "Sim. Valeu a pena!" E só valerá a pena desde que não transformemos isto num cenário de guerra e muitos menos numa novela mexicana com todos os seus dramas alienantes.



      Os degraus existem e sempre existirão independente de minha vontade ou aceitação. Mas o que fazer e como se relacionar com eles é a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/8825447914491595080/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/07/bailar-nas-fases.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/8825447914491595080?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/8825447914491595080?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/07/bailar-nas-fases.html" title="bailar nas fases" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YkH-U1OY0dk/TinPkyxG6KI/AAAAAAAAAOk/o2OnQootW4g/s72-c/bailarina.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQNRHo7cCp7ImA9WhdSE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-2144947903881535064</id><published>2011-07-14T19:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:53:15.408-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-22T16:53:15.408-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>repressão até quando?</title><summary>


Repressão é o ato de reprimir, conter, deter, impedir e punir um indivíduo, um objeto, uma idéia ou um desejo.

(wikipédia)





    Para determinado grupo chegar a ter que sair na rua fazer uma "manifestação" para conseguir ser pelo menos ouvido, é de se concluir que todo o sistema vigente é simplesmente um amontoado de gente tentando viver dignamente mas que não consegue porque existem "</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/2144947903881535064/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/07/repressao-ate-quando.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/2144947903881535064?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/2144947903881535064?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/07/repressao-ate-quando.html" title="repressão até quando?" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-os_bhrNmw9w/Th9vOAY5CtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wOFbebr282E/s72-c/maconha-wolinski.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYGSXY7eCp7ImA9WhZaFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-7785598269080825155</id><published>2011-07-03T08:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T08:38:48.800-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-03T08:38:48.800-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contemplamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suspiros" /><title>Eu não enxergo mais o inferno que me atraiu...</title><summary>
E se você puder me olharE se você quiser me acharE se você trouxer o seu larEu vou cuidar, eu cuidarei deleEu vou cuidar ... do seu jardim!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/7785598269080825155/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-nao-enxergo-mais-o-inferno-que-me.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/7785598269080825155?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/7785598269080825155?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-nao-enxergo-mais-o-inferno-que-me.html" title="Eu não enxergo mais o inferno que me atraiu..." /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cBRnYyeyp7ImA9WhZaFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-7354328940526186723</id><published>2011-07-02T23:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:44:17.893-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-02T23:44:17.893-03:00</app:edited><title>palhaço: eu sou!</title><summary>
Pois só pode ser isso!Procuro ser amigável e tolerante, compreensivo ao extremo. Mas nãooooo, para algumas pessoas isso não é suficiente. Para algumas pessoas é preciso jogar toda a responsabilidade nestas costas já curvadas por natureza.Beleza então, pode mandar, tenho força para isso, sou evoluído o suficiente! Só que tenhas consciência que não me responsabilizo pelos frutos que deixaras de </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/7354328940526186723/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/07/palhaco-eu-sou.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/7354328940526186723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/7354328940526186723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/07/palhaco-eu-sou.html" title="palhaço: eu sou!" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hf337iXdWCc/Tg_WuGT3WuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3bzSrsHJBSg/s72-c/palha%25C3%25A7o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMCQXs4fSp7ImA9WhZbEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-3663092789526543567</id><published>2011-06-15T10:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T16:01:00.535-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-15T16:01:00.535-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="partilha" /><title>importância</title><summary>
"A nossa contribuição mais importante para o futuro será precisamente essa: termos levantado a taça da vida e termos bebido até o fim!"
Pablo Neruda


foto de Gabriel Quintão - Marcha da Liberdade-SP
</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/3663092789526543567/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/06/importancia.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/3663092789526543567?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/3663092789526543567?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/06/importancia.html" title="importância" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-36WQ_Cahdcs/Tfivb2-Lp9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/-UWGDc3f62A/s72-c/musicos.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYGQH0_eyp7ImA9WhZbEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-7800996135794854520</id><published>2011-06-14T17:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T17:42:01.343-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-14T17:42:01.343-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suspiros" /><title>soneto do amor total</title><summary>
Amo-te tanto, meu amor... não canteO humano coração com mais verdade...
Amo-te como amigo e como amante
Numa sempre diversa realidade

Amo-te a fim de um calmo amor prestante,
E te amo além, presente na saudade.
Amo-te, enfim, com grande liberdade
Dentro da eternidade e a cada instante.

Amo-te como um bicho, simplesmente,
De um amor sem mistério e sem virtude
Com um desejo maciço e permanente.
</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/feeds/7800996135794854520/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/06/soneto-do-amor-total.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/7800996135794854520?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868649185461806999/posts/default/7800996135794854520?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pdepsicodelico.blogspot.com/2011/06/soneto-do-amor-total.html" title="soneto do amor total" /><author><name>Patrick Pereira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501423925957768535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfUszPy7bx4/TkKDVJD3YLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UN1bpTxETeY/s220/DSC00090.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMARnwyfSp7ImA9WhZUGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868649185461806999.post-7116406573122071382</id><published>2011-06-12T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:10:47.295-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-12T22:10:47.295-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="partilha" /><title>Palavras de Eduardo Galeano</title><summary>
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