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<?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" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYNQnk8eSp7ImA9WhRWFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298</id><updated>2012-01-01T23:36:33.771-02:00</updated><category term="Viagens" /><category term="Mamãe" /><category term="Causos" /><category term="Teoria" /><category term="Coisa Séria" /><title>Coisas do Noceli</title><subtitle type="html">Algumas coisas...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Rafael Noceli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118140134200705969015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_zF8CDi9kVM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ze7O8ggP3Qc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</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/rafanoceli" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="rafanoceli" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">rafanoceli</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUFQnc-fip7ImA9WhRSEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298.post-867675323061345683</id><published>2011-11-11T23:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:50:13.956-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-12T00:50:13.956-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa Séria" /><title>O novo recomeço</title><summary>
O título parece redundante... Se é um recomeço, já é um novo começo. Mas, do jeito que as coisas acontecem, já foram tantos recomeços, que apenas escrever "recomeço", ficaria vago demais.





Quando pensei no último texto ("Pois não há lugar melhor que BH!..."), voltando do cinema, a caminho do apartamento em que morava, em Belo Horizonte/MG, não imaginava o que estaria por vir no final de </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/867675323061345683/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-novo-recomeco.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/867675323061345683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/867675323061345683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-novo-recomeco.html" title="O novo recomeço" /><author><name>Rafael Noceli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118140134200705969015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_zF8CDi9kVM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ze7O8ggP3Qc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Comendador Levy Gasparian - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.0427248 -43.2082943</georss:point><georss:box>-22.160469799999998 -43.366222799999996 -21.9249798 -43.0503658</georss:box></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IFQXs7fip7ImA9WhdaFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298.post-5354328132595750587</id><published>2011-10-26T00:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:38:30.506-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-26T08:38:30.506-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa Séria" /><title>Pois não há lugar melhor que BH!...</title><summary>
Sinceramente, não concordo com a frase do título.





Na próxima semana (dia 02/11), completarei 2 anos de vida na "roça grande". Nesse tempo...:





Fiz vários amigos, que estão sempre presentes na minha vida. Seja em ambiente de trabalho, ou fora dele, me dou bem com todos, e não tenho nada a me queixar deles.



No campo de trabalho, iniciei em 03/11/2009. É o segundo emprego mais duradouro</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/5354328132595750587/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/10/pois-nao-ha-lugar-melhor-que-bh.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/5354328132595750587?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/5354328132595750587?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/10/pois-nao-ha-lugar-melhor-que-bh.html" title="Pois não há lugar melhor que BH!..." /><author><name>Rafael Noceli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118140134200705969015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_zF8CDi9kVM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ze7O8ggP3Qc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEFSHs7eCp7ImA9WhdUEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298.post-6352972615100393012</id><published>2011-09-27T23:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T23:56:59.500-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-27T23:56:59.500-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Viagens" /><title>Perguntas</title><summary>


Por que as roupas sociais de algodão teimam em continuar amarrotadas, mesmo depois de insistentemente passadas?



Qual é a melhor hora do dia?



 



Por que trabalhamos a vida toda, para depois não termos mais saúde para aproveitar o restante da vida?



É melhor agir com razão ou emoção? 



Por que tem gente que morre antes de poder aproveitar a vida?



Por que nunca conseguimos acessar </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/6352972615100393012/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/09/perguntas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/6352972615100393012?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/6352972615100393012?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/09/perguntas.html" title="Perguntas" /><author><name>Rafael Noceli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118140134200705969015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_zF8CDi9kVM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ze7O8ggP3Qc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Belo Horizonte - MG, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-19.9190677 -43.9385747</georss:point><georss:box>-20.0384977 -44.096503199999994 -19.799637699999998 -43.7806462</georss:box></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMQ3gzeyp7ImA9WhdWFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298.post-4900314713388613490</id><published>2011-09-06T08:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:29:42.683-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-07T17:29:42.683-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa Séria" /><title>O palhaço</title><summary>Enquanto isso,
O palhaço brinca e pula,
Dá cambalhota e se esbofeteia.
Despertando o sorriso de todos.

O palhaço,
Com um sorriso
Pintado no rosto,
Afasta a tristeza
De crianças e adultos
Que nem imaginam
A agonia e a dor
Que ele carrega
Dentro de si.

Aquele palhaço
Que parece contente,
Esconde o que sente.
Quanto mais bobo ele está,
Mais está sentindo
Vontade de chorar.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/4900314713388613490/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-palhaco.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/4900314713388613490?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/4900314713388613490?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-palhaco.html" title="O palhaço" /><author><name>Rafael Noceli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118140134200705969015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_zF8CDi9kVM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ze7O8ggP3Qc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYFQHY7cSp7ImA9WhdWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298.post-6274485609458961238</id><published>2011-08-08T22:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T01:41:51.809-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T01:41:51.809-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mamãe" /><title>Quando me olho no espelho</title><summary>
Quando me olho no espelho, não vejo uma mulher de olhos cansados, de cabelos brancos e opacos; com as faces flácidas e enrugadas... Não.


Quando me olho no espelho, vejo uma mulher radiante; com belos cabelos negros, olhar penetrante e alegre. A cútis, ruborizada por algum galanteio... talvez.


Vejo a mulher que sofreu, chorou, riu, e sentiu todo o prazer de ver o nascimento de seus filhos.


</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/6274485609458961238/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/08/quando-me-olho-no-espelho.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/6274485609458961238?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/6274485609458961238?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/08/quando-me-olho-no-espelho.html" title="Quando me olho no espelho" /><author><name>Lúcia Noceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09290586100535939496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcNRns9fCp7ImA9WhdWE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298.post-4903377412930230184</id><published>2011-07-29T23:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T13:38:17.564-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T13:38:17.564-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Viagens" /><title>Complete aqui</title><summary>
"Além do horizonte existe um lugar bonito e tranquilo pra gente ...............".

Coloquei a frase acima no meu facebook dias atrás (detalhe: Ninguém completou a frase do início do texto... mas... a ideia me agradou, e isso é o mais importante. =) ). No mesmo dia, surgiram várias ideias que foram se perdendo, aos poucos, mas, persistiu a vontade de escrever um texto incompleto, onde o leitor </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/4903377412930230184/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/07/complete-aqui.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/4903377412930230184?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/4903377412930230184?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/07/complete-aqui.html" title="Complete aqui" /><author><name>Rafael Noceli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118140134200705969015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_zF8CDi9kVM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ze7O8ggP3Qc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08DRn0yeCp7ImA9WhdWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298.post-1065653187475216590</id><published>2011-07-25T23:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T02:11:17.390-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T02:11:17.390-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Teoria" /><title>Alonicação</title><summary>
Alonicação é o processo que se passa após determinado período together.

Os períodos together podem durar anos, meses, dias... Em alguns casos específicos (mas, muito comuns), até horas ou minutos.

Dependendo da pessoa, e do tempo de duração de um período together, o processo de alonicação poderá durar meses, um ano, ou até mais; dependendo apenas de quando a pessoa voltar a se sentir alone </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/1065653187475216590/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/07/alonicacao.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/1065653187475216590?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/1065653187475216590?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/07/alonicacao.html" title="Alonicação" /><author><name>Rafael Noceli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118140134200705969015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_zF8CDi9kVM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ze7O8ggP3Qc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BQXc5fyp7ImA9WhdWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298.post-2485423412709987750</id><published>2011-07-19T23:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T02:10:50.927-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T02:10:50.927-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa Séria" /><title>Miragem?</title><summary>
Era um grande deserto. Durante o dia, sol escaldante, sem nenhuma sombra para proteção. Durante a noite, frio congelante. Não havia meio termo naquele ambiente extremo.

Por todos os lados, um viajante perdido, carregando apenas uma mochila e um cantil vazio, só via areia, o céu totalmente azul, e nuvens. Nas noites, via areia, a Lua e um céu repleto de estrelas, que ele insistentemente contava,</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/2485423412709987750/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/07/miragem.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/2485423412709987750?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/2485423412709987750?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/07/miragem.html" title="Miragem?" /><author><name>Rafael Noceli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118140134200705969015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_zF8CDi9kVM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ze7O8ggP3Qc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08GRXs-eCp7ImA9WhdWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298.post-266432677974011557</id><published>2011-07-07T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T02:10:24.550-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T02:10:24.550-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Teoria" /><title>Ambição</title><summary>
S.f. Desejo imoderado de glória, fortuna etc.

Sempre me perguntam se não tenho ambição. Questionam o porquê de não fazer isso, ao invés daquilo, até que eu digo: sou ambicioso... do meu jeito.

Vou escrever abaixo o que vejo em muitas pessoas que se dizem ambiciosas, e se sentem no direito de exigir das outras:

Forma 1: Desejar enriquecer, ir para a Europa ou pra qualquer lugar do mundo e </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/266432677974011557/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/07/ambicao.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/266432677974011557?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/266432677974011557?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/07/ambicao.html" title="Ambição" /><author><name>Rafael Noceli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118140134200705969015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_zF8CDi9kVM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ze7O8ggP3Qc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ANRXY7eCp7ImA9WhdWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298.post-7092629625234917973</id><published>2011-06-03T23:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T02:09:54.800-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T02:09:54.800-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Teoria" /><title>Momentos</title><summary>
Momento: "s. m. Pequeno espaço de tempo", e blá, blá, blá.

Houve um momento, como alguns outros, de felicidade, que parecia inabalável.
Houve um momento, como muitos outros, em que as coisas não foram como planejado, deixando uma sensação de fracasso.
Houve um momento, como tantos outros, em que tudo parecia estar perdido... mas houve a volta por cima.

Caro Rafa, será que não há uma maneira de</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/7092629625234917973/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/06/momentos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/7092629625234917973?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/7092629625234917973?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/06/momentos.html" title="Momentos" /><author><name>Rafael Noceli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118140134200705969015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_zF8CDi9kVM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ze7O8ggP3Qc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IGRXY6eSp7ImA9WhdWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298.post-8134971220448544896</id><published>2011-04-11T12:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T02:05:24.811-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T02:05:24.811-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa Séria" /><title>Fábula - O Sapo e a Perereca</title><summary>


Era uma vez, num reino muito distante, uma princesa perereca, que buscava seu sapo encantado.

O reino onde essa princesa vivia era super tecnológico, existindo celular e internet.



Certo dia, pela internet, ela encontrou um sapo, que morava num vilarejo bem distante de seu castelo.

O sapo, um pobre plebeu, gostou muito da princesa, e foi conhecê-la. Os dois começaram a namorar no primeiro </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/8134971220448544896/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/04/fabula-o-sapo-e-perereca.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/8134971220448544896?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/8134971220448544896?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/04/fabula-o-sapo-e-perereca.html" title="Fábula - O Sapo e a Perereca" /><author><name>Rafael Noceli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118140134200705969015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_zF8CDi9kVM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ze7O8ggP3Qc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECQHY-cSp7ImA9Wx9aFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298.post-6370557235162461718</id><published>2011-03-06T18:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:41:01.859-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-06T18:41:01.859-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Causos" /><title>Primeiro dia de carnaval</title><summary>Se existe uma coisa da qual posso me gabar é de ser para-raio de acontecimentos inusitados,  alguns problemas e de gente estranha. Relacionado a isso, meu carnaval já começou muito bem.

Início da noite do sábado de carnaval, estava na rodoviária com passagem em mãos para viajar de Belo Horizonte (MG) para Três Rios (RJ), até que compro uma água mineral. A rodoviária estava um inferno. A </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/6370557235162461718/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/03/primeiro-dia-de-carnaval.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/6370557235162461718?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/6370557235162461718?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2011/03/primeiro-dia-de-carnaval.html" title="Primeiro dia de carnaval" /><author><name>Rafael Noceli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118140134200705969015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_zF8CDi9kVM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ze7O8ggP3Qc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYEQ30yfyp7ImA9Wx5UFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298.post-7626034245527374024</id><published>2010-10-18T23:30:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:51:42.397-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-18T23:51:42.397-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Viagens" /><title>Viagem no tempo</title><summary>Voltei no tempo por alguns dias. Foi meio estranho, pois, mesmo tendo voltado a anos atrás, as pessoas haviam envelhecido, e outras, que ainda não teriam nascido, estavam lá. Parecia, também, que todos sabiam tudo o que tinha se passado comigo nesse intervalo. Estranho!

Nesses dias, revi meu velho quarto, meus móveis, minhas parafernalhas... Minha velha casa estava lá, com algumas modificações. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/7626034245527374024/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2010/10/viagem-no-tempo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/7626034245527374024?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/7626034245527374024?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2010/10/viagem-no-tempo.html" title="Viagem no tempo" /><author><name>Rafael Noceli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118140134200705969015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_zF8CDi9kVM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ze7O8ggP3Qc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INQns4fip7ImA9WhdWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5269085418143757298.post-3494413167778456305</id><published>2010-09-09T22:26:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T02:06:33.536-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T02:06:33.536-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa Séria" /><title>Tudo mudou</title><summary>
E não é que tudo mudou por aqui?



A cara do blog mudou... Alguns textos desapareceram sem deixar rastros (existem apenas no notebook de quem os escreveu, ou não... ele vai precisar procurar).

Não existe mais portfolio por  aqui... Nem Astrogildo Alfredo, o mentor do não fazer. Saudade daquele  cara, que, por tanto não ter o que fazer, resolveu também não pedir para  algum dos seus seguidores </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/feeds/3494413167778456305/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2010/09/tudo-mudou.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/3494413167778456305?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5269085418143757298/posts/default/3494413167778456305?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rafanoceli.blogspot.com/2010/09/tudo-mudou.html" title="Tudo mudou" /><author><name>Rafael Noceli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118140134200705969015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_zF8CDi9kVM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ze7O8ggP3Qc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

