<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634</id><updated>2012-01-15T05:43:31.367-03:00</updated><category term='instalações'/><category term='TC Bank'/><category term='pintura'/><category term='férias'/><category term='possessão'/><category term='Nova Iorque'/><category term='Ricardo Gama'/><category term='psicopatologia'/><category term='Noel Rosa'/><category term='Lolita'/><category term='Ferreira Gullar'/><category term='harpa'/><category term='Nássara'/><category term='metanóia'/><category term='Orestes Barbosa'/><category term='Veríssimo'/><category term='Máximo Gorki'/><category term='arte'/><category term='conto'/><category term='vida'/><category term='macaco'/><category term='hugo mãe'/><category term='Roberto Carlos'/><category term='saramago'/><category term='literatura'/><category term='framboesa'/><category term='hemeroteca'/><category term='história'/><category term='livro gratuito'/><category term='Millôr'/><category term='Ana Holck'/><category term='e-reader'/><category term='violoncelo'/><category term='cérebro'/><category term='piano'/><category term='dramaturgia'/><category term='Copacabana'/><category term='Revolução Russa'/><category term='Pequenos Burgueses'/><category term='DNA'/><category term='Teatro Municipal'/><category term='Nobokov'/><category term='Guerra e Paz'/><category term='teoria da mente'/><category term='sonhos'/><category term='resiliência'/><category term='Filmes'/><category term='Novo blog'/><category term='Rio de Janeiro'/><category term='escritor'/><category term='arte moderna'/><category term='novela'/><category term='iPhone'/><category term='Portinari'/><category term='Edward Albee'/><category term='livro eletrônico'/><category term='borboletas'/><category term='flauta'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='importância do dinheiro'/><category term='e-book grátis'/><category term='exposição de arte'/><category term='música clássica'/><category term='Alysson Muotri'/><category term='Bárbara Heliodora'/><category term='iPad'/><category term='David Hockney'/><category term='ruy castro'/><category term='Revolta'/><category term='morte'/><category term='Nós no Morro'/><category term='Manoel de Barros'/><title type='text'>..:::|FAUTH|:::..</title><subtitle type='html'>Poesia, literatura e outros estados de alma...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>292</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-1931587120892403443</id><published>2011-10-05T19:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T19:41:57.931-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='framboesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possessão'/><title type='text'>Gosto de framboesa</title><summary type='text'>Este ser que me sufoca só pode ser imundo. Uma possessão! Talvez seja a melhor definição. Como um demônio, toma conta do meu corpo, modifica minha voz, domina minha razão, pressiona minha cabeça e prostra-me com o rosto nos lençóis. Sob meus olhos, uma maquiagem fúnebre deixa-me com jeito de zumbi. As pessoas olham para mim com cara de nojo, lastimando serem minhas conhecidas. 

      Preciso de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/1931587120892403443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=1931587120892403443' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/1931587120892403443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/1931587120892403443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/10/gosto-de-framboesa.html' title='Gosto de framboesa'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4034797033059607274</id><published>2011-09-22T20:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T20:31:42.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ilhas</title><summary type='text'>Com a internet, as pessoas começaram a tornar públicos os seus medos, os seus anseios, as suas ideias, as suas teorias. Com isso, muitos solitários encontraram amigos com quem compartilhar seus delírios...
E começaram a formar ilhas de solidão.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4034797033059607274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4034797033059607274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4034797033059607274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4034797033059607274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/09/ilhas.html' title='ilhas'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-5891045599725683268</id><published>2011-08-04T09:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T09:55:44.235-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estamira no canal Brasil</title><summary type='text'>quem puder assista, hoje, 16h40, no canal Brasil, o documentário ESTAMIRA e sinta um pouco de poesia de onde ninguém imagina que poderia sair.O diretor esta de parabéns pelo belo e terno filme.Wallace Fauth</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/5891045599725683268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=5891045599725683268' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5891045599725683268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5891045599725683268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/08/estamira-no-canal-brasil.html' title='Estamira no canal Brasil'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4580086564142928465</id><published>2011-07-30T16:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T16:08:16.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adriana Lisboa</title><summary type='text'>Ela diz que escrever é como um emprego qualquer. Você acorda de manhã e vai para seu emprego.
Chegando lá, escreve mecanicamente, como a gente faz em nosso emprego qualquer:

IMPERIALISMO CULTURAL

A vida íntima
de uma menina de dez anos
na Somália (Somália é qualquer lugar 
neste mundo, neste mesmo mundo):
o clitóris e os lábios vaginais são decepados
a menina é costurada em seguida, deixando-se</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4580086564142928465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4580086564142928465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4580086564142928465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4580086564142928465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/07/adriana-lisboa.html' title='Adriana Lisboa'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4599351957942134881</id><published>2011-07-30T13:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T15:56:01.041-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Q I</title><summary type='text'>As pessoas cuja classificação cai na parte mais baixa da escala de QI tendem  resistir a mudar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4599351957942134881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4599351957942134881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4599351957942134881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4599351957942134881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-pessoas-cuja-classificacao-cai-na.html' title='Q I'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-6884224225414928232</id><published>2011-07-09T10:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T17:09:34.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Serviço</title><summary type='text'>Dizem que é muito bom fazer o que a gente gosta e ainda ganhar com isso. Ganhar, aliás, é um pensamento tipicamente ocidental levado às últimas consequências pelos americanos que somos todos nós, mas que só os norte-americanos tomam para si. 
O problema é fazer o que a gente gosta quando não se está nem um pouco a fim de fazê-lo. Nesse caso, melhor seria nem receber por isso, já que não se vai </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/6884224225414928232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=6884224225414928232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6884224225414928232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6884224225414928232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/07/servico.html' title='Serviço'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pxlp9eJHKg/Thhhh2l9Z7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/vilFKVR9Pa0/s72-c/vegas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4750022777019692554</id><published>2011-06-23T12:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T12:56:12.587-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A ANALFABETA</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4750022777019692554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4750022777019692554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4750022777019692554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4750022777019692554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/06/analfabeta_23.html' title='A ANALFABETA'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-5033637613148401935</id><published>2011-06-12T16:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:53:21.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscelânea de leituras</title><summary type='text'>Interessante o artigo de Mirian Goldenberg sobre quem foi Leila Diniz (http://hemeroteca-fauth.blogspot.com/2011/06/os-asteriscos-de-leila-diniz.html).

Mais adiante, li que Rogério Tolomei Teixeira aposentou-se do Banco do Brasil e  matou seu personagem, Rogério Skylab, com o lançamento do seu último CD (o décimo). Disse ele: não prefiro a escatologia, nem o terror, nem a piada, como muitos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/5033637613148401935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=5033637613148401935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5033637613148401935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5033637613148401935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/06/miscelanea-de-leituras.html' title='Miscelânea de leituras'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-2897269734330299800</id><published>2011-06-11T08:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T08:16:18.812-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Park, NY</title><summary type='text'>
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Não é de agora. Agora, estamos assistindo, ao vivo, ao surgimento  do feminino de presidente. Aliás, presidenta já está dicionarizada como palavra  usual. Podem chorar e dizerem o que quiserem, mas a língua modifica-se  aos poucos e para essa modificação não haverá mais retorno. Aceitar isso  é compulsório. E não há lei que obrigue os </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/1326714617439186047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=1326714617439186047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/1326714617439186047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/1326714617439186047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/06/presidente-ou-presidenta.html' title='Presidente ou presidenta?'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-789715910019473841</id><published>2011-06-04T03:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:07:31.974-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentirinha</title><summary type='text'>Sinto-me travado. Totalmente travado. Parece que toda minha vida trava quando estou assim. Por mais que por fora tudo esteja dando certo como nunca deu antes, por dentro estou sem capacidade de movimentos. Vamos lá, wallace, tudo de bom pra você! E a sensação de estar jogando no lixo o que seria "tudo de bom". Nunca o que queremos estará à nossa disposição, dirão alguns. Concordo. Mas há um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/789715910019473841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=789715910019473841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/789715910019473841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/789715910019473841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/06/mentirinha.html' title='Mentirinha'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-3347241476572743671</id><published>2011-05-22T18:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:42:10.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No link do lado</title><summary type='text'>Para saber de leituras interessantes que tenho feito, veja o link ao lado "hemeroteca do fauth"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/3347241476572743671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=3347241476572743671' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3347241476572743671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3347241476572743671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-link-do-lado.html' title='No link do lado'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-70275949931139035</id><published>2011-05-22T18:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:36:07.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VIDA APÓS A MORTE

"Um conto de fadas para pessoas que têm medo do escuro"
 (Stephen Hawking)

Que merda! Eu queria ser o dono dessa frase. Acredito nisso do fundo do meu coração.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/70275949931139035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=70275949931139035' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/70275949931139035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/70275949931139035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/05/vida-apos-morte.html' title=''/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-3523811654683235953</id><published>2011-05-22T18:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:09:49.939-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esquecida na gaveta fria
O sangue secando azul:
Decerto o poeta morreu! –
Deserto de poesia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/3523811654683235953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=3523811654683235953' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3523811654683235953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3523811654683235953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/05/esquecida-na-gaveta-fria-o-sangue.html' title=''/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-8237219354751550750</id><published>2011-05-22T18:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:27:49.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>          Faz tempo que não escrevo a sério. Nem mesmo quando provocado. Uma grande preguiça tem tomado conta de mim na hora de colocar as palavras no papel. Não é retórica: ainda escrevo no papel, e não é pouco. Preciso andar com caneta e caderno. Não me sinto bem, ainda, sendo o único a usar alguma parafernália eletrônica em público. Quando estou lendo ou escrevendo, quero estar invisível. Para</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/8237219354751550750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=8237219354751550750' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/8237219354751550750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/8237219354751550750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/05/faz-tempo-que-nao-escrevo-serio.html' title=''/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-5141863116306244074</id><published>2011-05-19T05:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T05:45:12.427-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema quase explicado</title><summary type='text'>Em uma bela manhã de fevereiro, após presenciar uma cena terrível de sofrimento diante de uma escolha banal, escrevi o poema abaixo.
(dizem que o poema, quando explicado, perde a magia. Mas esse é desprovido de mágica mesmo).

Querendo, quero o impossível
Vivendo, sou invisível
Sem charme em agonia
Sofrendo no indizível
(entrelinhas de minha inexpressão)
Imponderável sentimento de não-poder
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/5141863116306244074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=5141863116306244074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5141863116306244074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5141863116306244074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/05/poema-quase-explicado.html' title='Poema quase explicado'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-7680357837654747260</id><published>2011-05-19T05:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T05:36:14.756-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exposição de arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferreira Gullar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte moderna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Holck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instalações'/><title type='text'>Bastidor, de Ana Holck</title><summary type='text'>          Em 09 de janeiro de 2011, visitei a exposição de Ana Holck no Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil, Rio de Janeiro. Era o último dia e só visitei a exposição porque esperava o horário da peça "A Lua vem da Ásia", monólogo de Chico Díaz, baseado na obra homônima de Campos de Carvalho publicada em 1956. Ótima peça, aliás. 
          "Caminhamos escorados no fino limiar entre uma presença </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/7680357837654747260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=7680357837654747260' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7680357837654747260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7680357837654747260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/05/bastidor-de-ana-holck.html' title='Bastidor, de Ana Holck'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-6753336892266123367</id><published>2011-05-15T21:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:45:58.275-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manoel de Barros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TC Bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morte'/><title type='text'>As pessoas vivem para quê?</title><summary type='text'>Dias atrás assisti a um vídeo em que se perguntava: as pessoas vivem para quê? E tentava responder: para perder alguém? Para se manter vivas? Para viver mais tempo? Ou para nos deixar? Então, como em uma resposta definitiva, os cinco velhinhos de Taiwan, com idade média de 81 anos, que vão aparecendo tomando remédios e chorando a morte de entes queridos, decidem passear de moto por 13 dias. Para </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/6753336892266123367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=6753336892266123367' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6753336892266123367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6753336892266123367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/05/dias-atras-assisti-um-video-em-que-se.html' title='As pessoas vivem para quê?'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4789859976498768510</id><published>2011-05-01T02:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T02:01:29.417-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei o que fazer dos textos que leio</title><summary type='text'>Não sei o que fazer dos textos que leio. Acabo de ler uma crônica deliciosa sobre alguém que oferece um livro de presente a um admirador de sua biblioteca. O livro é Memórias de minhas putas tristes, de Gabriel García Márquez. Quem dá o presente descobre, pouco tempo depois, mas já tarde demais, que o presenteado é crente e está quase pastor. Dito assim é sem graça. Há necessidade de ler a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4789859976498768510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4789859976498768510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4789859976498768510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4789859976498768510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-sei-o-que-fazer-dos-textos-que-leio.html' title='Não sei o que fazer dos textos que leio'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-6635544979722634161</id><published>2011-03-28T22:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:22:31.487-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Blog da Maria Betânia</title><summary type='text'>Gostei do novo blog poético da Maria Betânia.... Assista abaixo:

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/6635544979722634161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=6635544979722634161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6635544979722634161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6635544979722634161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/03/novo-blog-da-maria-betania.html' title='Novo Blog da Maria Betânia'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/r40bv-4sINA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-7084063811769066445</id><published>2011-03-28T05:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T05:46:57.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais Elizabeth Taylor</title><summary type='text'>Segundo Veríssimo, ontem, no filme "Um Lugar ao Sol": Não há outro caso - com exceção, talvez, da primeira visão de Rita Hayworth em "Gilda" - de uma entrada em cena com a dela [Elizabeth Taylor] na história do cinema.
O pior é que o filme passou ontem no TCM e eu não consegui ver.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/7084063811769066445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=7084063811769066445' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7084063811769066445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7084063811769066445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/03/mais-elizabeth-taylor.html' title='Mais Elizabeth Taylor'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-1542445067376330414</id><published>2011-03-28T05:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T05:39:22.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A overdose dos games</title><summary type='text'>     Esse é o título da matéria publicada na Folha de S. Paulo de domingo, na Ilustríssima, assinada por Diógenes Muniz. Inicia-se com um jogo instalado no banheiro do metrô de Tóquio e chama-se "toylet". Você mija e faz pontos. O objetivo deve ser fazer o sujeito não mijar fora do local estipulado.
     O livro lançado recentemente sobre o assunto: "Reality is Broken", de Jane McGonigal é, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/1542445067376330414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=1542445067376330414' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/1542445067376330414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/1542445067376330414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/03/overdose-dos-games.html' title='A overdose dos games'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4729613428533195695</id><published>2011-03-27T00:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:43:04.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipad 2</title><summary type='text'>Outra foto que ficou marcada no dia de hoje: a fila para comprar o Ipad 2... Ora, é uma espécie de telefone celular gigante, ou um computador que tem só tela... Há essa necessidade toda desse aparelho? Não entendo essas filas. Por que querem tanto um aparelho assim dessa forma, tão rapidamente, com tanta urgência? Eu só queria um pouquinho mais de tempo de sobra para poder ler meus livros e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4729613428533195695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4729613428533195695' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4729613428533195695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4729613428533195695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/03/ipad-2.html' title='Ipad 2'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BRq9obICkFs/TY6x-U4ZFCI/AAAAAAAAADE/bFrvZRPn4og/s72-c/fila_ipad2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4598826551231680707</id><published>2011-03-26T19:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T22:43:41.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVROS</title><summary type='text'>Livros que pareceram interessantíssimos:
Fernando Pessoa, uma (quase) autobiografia, de José Paulo Cavalcanti Filho.
e
Raiva, romance de um escritor argentino, Sérgio Bizzio.

Veja as matérias que saíram na Ilustrada de hoje (26/3/2011):

Vouyerismo sedutor conduz "Raiva"

Em seu primeiro livro, cineasta argentino Sergio Bizzio progressivamente descamba para o delírio

JOCA REINERS TERRON
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4598826551231680707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4598826551231680707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4598826551231680707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4598826551231680707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/03/livros.html' title='LIVROS'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Aw07SU71gMI/TY5ljX1Cg1I/AAAAAAAAADA/DaCQA2dV_7E/s72-c/pessoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-5491186047381617434</id><published>2011-03-26T19:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T19:05:34.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth Taylor</title><summary type='text'>TCM, hoje, começa a passar os filmes com a atriz. Pretendo assistir ao de 22h: "Gata em teto de zinco"(Barracão de zinco do Orestes me seguindo. rsrs) e 0h05min: "De repente, no último verão".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/5491186047381617434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=5491186047381617434' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5491186047381617434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5491186047381617434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/03/elizabeth-taylor.html' title='Elizabeth Taylor'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-8156978775699859510</id><published>2011-03-26T19:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T19:02:16.415-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz Lightyear no Japão</title><summary type='text'>Imagem que apareceu no jornal Correio Popular de hoje e ficou martelando na minha cabeça...
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São fotos jornalísticas, portanto aparecem tragédias mundiais recentes. 
A que eu mais gostei, por parecer uma pintura, foi a fotografia das vítimas de enchentes brigando por comida distribuída por helicóptero do Exército do Paquistão. Feita por Daniel Berehulak, a imagem ganhou o primeiro prêmio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/3196555144881980407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=3196555144881980407' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3196555144881980407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3196555144881980407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/02/world-press-photo-2011.html' title='World Press Photo 2011'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4237879719724299905</id><published>2011-02-11T04:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T04:55:30.246-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veríssimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ruy castro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='história'/><title type='text'>Pessoas com estrela</title><summary type='text'>RUY CASTRO

fonte: FOLHA DE S. PAULO de 11 de fevereiro de 2011

RIO DE JANEIRO - Em 1966, em Londres, um jovem, Bob Nadkarni, aspirante a escultor, ia tomar o ônibus que o levaria à escola de belas artes onde trabalhava como professor. Pregado no poste, havia um anúncio: "Precisa-se de escultor de miniaturas de naves espaciais para filme de science-fiction. Apresentar-se no estúdio tal".
Por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4237879719724299905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4237879719724299905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4237879719724299905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4237879719724299905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/02/pessoas-com-estrela.html' title='Pessoas com estrela'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-6664471240683445368</id><published>2011-02-10T04:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T04:59:42.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Metafísica sem Deus (por e-mail)</title><summary type='text'>Interessante a matéria da Ilustríssima de 30 de janeiro.Veja em http://hemeroteca-fauth.blogspot.com/           </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/6664471240683445368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=6664471240683445368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6664471240683445368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6664471240683445368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/02/metafisica-sem-deus-por-e-mail.html' title='Metafísica sem Deus (por e-mail)'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-7832841022795455736</id><published>2011-02-10T04:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T04:54:36.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'>teste</title><summary type='text'>Testando postagem por e-mailWallace Fauth http://fauth.blogspot.com/           </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/7832841022795455736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=7832841022795455736' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7832841022795455736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7832841022795455736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/02/teste.html' title='teste'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-1688062245199490688</id><published>2011-02-07T00:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:25:07.298-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro Municipal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portinari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rio de Janeiro'/><title type='text'>Tinta complica restauro de painéis de Portinari</title><summary type='text'>
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Publicado na Folha de S. Paulo de domingo, 23 de janeiro de 2011, não há comentários a fazer, apenas ler e fechar os olhos, cantando...


CANTANDO  PELA SERRA DO LUARE  me pergunto, quando escrevo esta crônica, de que afinal somos feitos,  se de matéria ou de memóriaNA ABERTURA da exposição comemorativa de meus 80 anos,  no Museu Nacional de Belas Artes, no Rio, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/5916648133009079172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=5916648133009079172' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5916648133009079172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5916648133009079172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/02/cantando-pela-serra-do-luar.html' title='Cantando pela serra do luar'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-8018434819815433564</id><published>2011-02-06T22:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:31:09.379-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escritor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugo mãe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saramago'/><title type='text'>Valter Hugo Mãe</title><summary type='text'>
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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/8018434819815433564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=8018434819815433564' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/8018434819815433564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/8018434819815433564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/02/valter-hugo-mae.html' title='Valter Hugo Mãe'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-171438678838780465</id><published>2011-01-21T22:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:09:58.499-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que escrevo?</title><summary type='text'>Texto original aqui: http://www.lanacion.com.ar/nota.asp?nota_id=1342530  ¿Por qué escribimos?Para entender. Para amar. Para que nos quieran. Para saber. Por  necesidad. Por dinero. Por costumbre. Para vivir otras vidas y revivir  la propia. Para dar testimonio. Cincuenta escritores tratan de contestar  esta pregunta incómoda     Viernes 21 de enero de 2011 | Publicado en edición impresa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/171438678838780465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=171438678838780465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/171438678838780465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/171438678838780465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/01/por-que-escrevo.html' title='Por que escrevo?'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-2876848199707032824</id><published>2011-01-12T10:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T10:38:29.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Francisco Bosco</title><summary type='text'>Rio de Janeiro, 12 de janeiro de 2011

Eu não sabia. Francisco Bosco é filho de João Bosco e escreveu um artigo muito bom em O Globo de hoje. Chama-se "O ensaio como poema". Começa assim:


A poesia /e antes uma forma de ler do que uma forma de escrever, e ainda antes uma forma de viver do que uma forma de ler.


e linhas abaixo:

...quanto maior for o tempo que precede a escrita, isto é, o tempo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/2876848199707032824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=2876848199707032824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2876848199707032824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2876848199707032824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/01/francisco-bosco.html' title='Francisco Bosco'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-5434170777254808413</id><published>2011-01-11T09:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:40:16.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Winehouse no HSBC</title><summary type='text'>
Assistindo ao show da Amy Winehouse, no HSBC arena, vi exatamente o que descreve o jornalista Luiz Antônio Ryff para o IG. Veja abaixo:

Amy Winehouse faz apresentação relâmpago no Rio
Enfim: o show da Amy foi uma M...
Decadência total. Não vou mais em show de viciado. É uma pena ver tanto talento desperdiçado em pessoa tão fraca. Saí de lá deprimido e com a compreensão exata da palavra "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/5434170777254808413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=5434170777254808413' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5434170777254808413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5434170777254808413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/01/amy-winehouse-no-hsbc.html' title='Amy Winehouse no HSBC'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHVqbtS8hSc/TSz4Y58wBXI/AAAAAAAAACo/OtJUPN2fCYU/s72-c/curtindo_amy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-2719615105092587620</id><published>2011-01-03T15:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:24:05.105-03:00</updated><title type='text'>John Lennon</title><summary type='text'>Para quem foi ao show do Paul McCartney na segunda-feira... Inesquecível a espera na fila. rsrsrsrs.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/2719615105092587620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=2719615105092587620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2719615105092587620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2719615105092587620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/01/john-lennon.html' title='John Lennon'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-8317999904346901686</id><published>2011-01-03T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:07:54.021-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro Municipal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolução Russa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Millôr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orestes Barbosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pequenos Burgueses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nássara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Máximo Gorki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós no Morro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guerra e Paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noel Rosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nova Iorque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portinari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bárbara Heliodora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>Orestes Barbosa</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; 
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“Cada canto que eu olho, vejo um verso se bulindo” 
Foi uma frase ouvida hoje cedo em um programa da Rede Globo sobre Literatura de Cordel, com direito a depoimento de Alceu Valença sobre isso e sobre um filme que há uns cinco anos, pelo menos, ouço falar que está sendo feito. Pelo Alceu deitado na rede durante a entrevista, acho que vai demorar mais uns cinco. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/2686127503015042176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=2686127503015042176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2686127503015042176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2686127503015042176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2011/01/cada-canto-que-eu-olho.html' title='Cada canto que eu olho'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-2074564408705001209</id><published>2010-12-31T01:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:25:38.003-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Albee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramaturgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>Edward Albee</title><summary type='text'>Interessantíssima a entrevista na Folha de S. Paulo de ontem (30.dez.10) com o dramaturgo americano Edward Albee, autor de "Quem Tem Medo de Virginia Woolf?" (2000).

Trechos interessantes:
Folha - A morte é uma presença marcante e até assume forma humana em peças de sua  autoria, como "Três Mulheres  Altas" e "A Senhora de Dubuque". Por que o senhor acredita que ela seja um mote tão  forte para </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/2074564408705001209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=2074564408705001209' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2074564408705001209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2074564408705001209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/12/edward-albee.html' title='Edward Albee'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-6301516903652875841</id><published>2010-12-31T01:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:27:40.522-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flauta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violoncelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harpa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música clássica'/><title type='text'>Violoncelo e harpa</title><summary type='text'>Há muitos anos houve uma espécie de moda com um tipo de música chamada "new age". Muitos discos foram vendidos como música para meditar, etc. Eu não perdia um programa de rádio apresentado por Mirna Grish (acho que era esse o nome). Eis que ela apresentou a música abaixo da qual nunca mais esqueci. De repente, na madrugada, trabalhando aqui e ouvindo a rádio KDFC pela internet, a música aparece. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/6301516903652875841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=6301516903652875841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6301516903652875841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6301516903652875841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/12/violoncelo-e-harpa.html' title='Violoncelo e harpa'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-2834437264784348817</id><published>2010-12-30T23:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:26:32.243-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resiliência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metanóia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psicopatologia'/><title type='text'>Resiliência e metanóia</title><summary type='text'>Foram duas palavras que descobri hoje e que fez-me entender um pouco mais a respeito de mim mesmo. A tal frieza psicopatológica (para quem olha para mim estando fora de mim) é, na verdade, uma extrema resiliência. Já a metanóia é um pouco mais complexa e faz parte do que passo nesse momento.
Achei esse artigo interessante: "Resiliência, metanóia e a arte de cavar buracos".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/2834437264784348817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=2834437264784348817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2834437264784348817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2834437264784348817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/12/resiliencia-e-metanoia.html' title='Resiliência e metanóia'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-5893522478488171438</id><published>2010-12-29T22:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:28:50.850-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricardo Gama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberto Carlos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copacabana'/><title type='text'>Show do Roberto Carlos - Pref Eduardo Paes ferra moradores de Copacabana</title><summary type='text'>Interessante o trabalho do jornalista Ricardo Gama que, revoltado, acabou fazendo um serviço para a comunidade. Muito boa a cobertura. Situação revoltante que faz pensar: o que você faria nessa situação?



O site dele é http://anovademocracia.com.br/blog/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/5893522478488171438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=5893522478488171438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5893522478488171438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5893522478488171438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/12/show-do-roberto-carlos-pref-eduardo.html' title='Show do Roberto Carlos - Pref Eduardo Paes ferra moradores de Copacabana'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-8401261680608369074</id><published>2010-12-29T22:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:29:45.930-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cérebro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DNA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teoria da mente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alysson Muotri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macaco'/><title type='text'>Inserir DNA humano em um cérebro de macaco</title><summary type='text'>          O biólogo Alysson Muotri, brasileiro, professor-assistente da Universidade da Califórnia em San Diego, concede entrevista à Folha de S. Paulo hoje e diz:
          "A gente tem a capacidade que nenhum outro animal tem, que é a teoria da mente . A teoria da mente, explicando de uma forma bem leiga, é o fato de você conseguir se colocar na mente de uma outra pessoa e entender que tipo de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/8401261680608369074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=8401261680608369074' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/8401261680608369074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/8401261680608369074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/12/inserir-dna-humano-em-um-cerebro-de.html' title='Inserir DNA humano em um cérebro de macaco'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-5005388580801767803</id><published>2010-12-29T18:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:31:12.693-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Hockney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='importância do dinheiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>David Hockney pinta em iPhone e iPad</title><summary type='text'>29 de dezembro de 2010

O pintor britânico pegou-se tocando a tela do iPhone e reproduzindo o nascer do sol que via pela janela. Gostou da ideia e começou a fazer isso e enviar para os amigos. A luminosidade da tela faz parte da pintura e, portanto, numa galeria serão necessárias várias telas de LCD para haver exposição. O mais interessante está em sua declaração: "Ninguém se perguntou quanto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/5005388580801767803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=5005388580801767803' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5005388580801767803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5005388580801767803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/12/david-hockney-pinta-em-iphone-e-ipad.html' title='David Hockney pinta em iPhone e iPad'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-6408870620790374387</id><published>2010-12-29T18:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:32:00.616-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hemeroteca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novo blog'/><title type='text'>Querido Diário,</title><summary type='text'>"Querido não, pois querido é coisa de boiola". Casseta e Planeta Urgente já virando velhos tempos. Dizem que esse tal de Blog é uma espécie de diário em que as pessoas vão escrevendo o que fazem da vida, põem fotos, uns comentam os blogs dos outros e por aí vai. Acabo de descobrir uma maneira interessante e utilitária para mim. Fazer disso um diário intelectual. Assim, poderei recordar o que eu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/6408870620790374387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=6408870620790374387' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6408870620790374387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6408870620790374387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/12/querido-diario.html' title='Querido Diário,'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-8238838040559329091</id><published>2010-12-29T18:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:32:34.177-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title type='text'>Ainda não vi...</title><summary type='text'>Ainda não vi Rede Social (trailer aí embaixo)... Nem os outros que estão na minha lista. Vontade de ver filme ultimamente. Fico sem assistir à TV durante um bom tempo (só jornais ou uma ou outra entrevista) e, de repente, vem uma vontade louca de ir ao cinema. Estão na minha lista para assisitr nas férias: Rede Social; Pequeno Nicolau; Tetro; O Garoto de Liverpool; De Pernas Pro Ar; Muita Calma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/8238838040559329091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=8238838040559329091' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/8238838040559329091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/8238838040559329091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/12/ainda-nao-vi.html' title='Ainda não vi...'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-2702317708526962294</id><published>2010-12-03T15:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:39:42.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rede Social | Trailer 2 Legendado | Dezembro nos cinemas</title><summary type='text'>Parece interessante. Deu vontade de ver...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/2702317708526962294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=2702317708526962294' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2702317708526962294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2702317708526962294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/12/rede-social-trailer-2-legendado.html' title='A Rede Social | Trailer 2 Legendado | Dezembro nos cinemas'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kAwIKMYN6UU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-5299149485178837824</id><published>2010-11-24T14:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T14:47:05.610-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livro eletrônico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e-book grátis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livro gratuito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e-reader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conto'/><title type='text'>Uma história...</title><summary type='text'>Leiam essa história que escrevi em 2007... Para quem tem e-reader, melhor ainda.É só clicar aqui: download 1.            Ou aqui: download 2.Um e-book inteiramente grátis só para você!!Outros livros publicados:– amortebeijoparasempre– Uma mensagem ao mundo: histórias do Velho Alvino</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/5299149485178837824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=5299149485178837824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5299149485178837824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5299149485178837824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/11/uma-historia.html' title='Uma história...'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHVqbtS8hSc/TO1GKzaw53I/AAAAAAAAACY/pXLPxB__0QE/s72-c/analfabeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-7571761888500970083</id><published>2010-11-19T18:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T18:53:14.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMANHÃ!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Dia 20/11/2010 (Sábado), das 10 às 18 horas - acontecerá  a      1ª FLI - Feira Literária de Indaiatuba  Local: Casarão Pau Preto - Rua Pedro Gonçalves, 477 – Jardim Pau Preto - Indaiatuba-SP  Mais detalhes nos anexos ou pelo site:   www.1fli.wordpress.com      ENTRADA GRATUITA</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/7571761888500970083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=7571761888500970083' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7571761888500970083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7571761888500970083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/11/amanha.html' title='AMANHÃ!!!!!!'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHVqbtS8hSc/TObxpyAHfBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j6BvG1nI-3c/s72-c/FLI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-3263058673386138712</id><published>2010-11-15T05:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T05:28:01.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O nascer do Sol e a morte da Lua(cheia ao nascer)Desde ontem dona do céuDepois que o Sol se tocouE foi embora do mundo.O Sol e a Lua brigados.Ele, sempre brilhante!Independente...A Lua, muito mais linda,Sensual ao Sol depois que ele sai de cenaVem suave fazer um brindeMuito cheia de si - como toda lua deve ser -Sabendo-se à míngua a partir de amanhã.Na solidão do UniversoA Lua não pensaNão </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/3263058673386138712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=3263058673386138712' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3263058673386138712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3263058673386138712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-nascer-do-sol-e-morte-da-lua-cheia-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-5792334044260496596</id><published>2010-11-12T17:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T17:08:55.812-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1ª FLI - Feira Literária de Indaiatuba</title><summary type='text'>Dia 20/11/2010 (Sábado), das 10 às 18 horas Local: Casarão Pau Preto - Rua Pedro Gonçalves, 477 – Jardim Pau Preto - Indaiatuba-SPMais detalhes no site:www.1fli.wordpress.comENTRADA GRATUITADê uma chegadinha lá!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/5792334044260496596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=5792334044260496596' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5792334044260496596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5792334044260496596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-fli-feira-literaria-de-indaiatuba.html' title='1ª FLI - Feira Literária de Indaiatuba'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-7259458746433850823</id><published>2010-09-25T07:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T07:10:56.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fósforo</title><summary type='text'>Vou fazer um café pra você, meu amorMinha cabeça friaMeu corpo numa caixaDezenas de companheiros iguais a mimAlguns já se foram!Agora somos uns vinteE eu continuo aquiDando risada dos sisudos Cabeças-de-vento -Em breve cabeças-de-fogo - Explodidas por estresse daquele serQue, sem necessidade, queima três fósforosPara acender uma mísera boca de fogãoQue vai esquentar a águaDo "meu" café.Como se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/7259458746433850823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=7259458746433850823' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7259458746433850823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7259458746433850823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/09/fosforo.html' title='Fósforo'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-3848295837483086889</id><published>2010-09-18T21:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:18:40.019-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gullar</title><summary type='text'>Meu coração bate fortePorque daqui a poucoTerei em minhas mãosUm livro de poesiasDe um poeta de verdadeE vivo ainda!Estou feliz de viver no mesmo mundoDe Ferreira GullarDe Manoel de BarrosDe Chico BuarqueDe Roberto Piva (que foi embora há pouco - que pena!)Além disso, Vivi o ViníciusE agora escuto, enquanto escrevo:"E se hoje ele é branco na poesiaEle é negro demais no coração!"Amo minha vida![18</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/3848295837483086889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=3848295837483086889' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3848295837483086889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3848295837483086889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/09/gullar.html' title='Gullar'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-6427086998877282160</id><published>2010-09-18T20:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:08:57.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Minha árvore está sofrendo. Pensei, no começo, que estava queimada e triste, entretanto percebi que as partes amarelas eram sementinhas.Fui até lá, bem pertinho da minha árvore, e vi que havia sementinhas verdes e amarelas - minha árvore brasileira - e que por isso ela estava pesada. Para mim, minha árvore está sofrendo. Vejo nela um peso que não é dela. E ela sofre, sim. Nada posso fazer, pois é</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/6427086998877282160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=6427086998877282160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6427086998877282160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6427086998877282160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/09/minha-arvore-esta-sofrendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-3896970356332800991</id><published>2010-09-12T16:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:03:55.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nunca pensei que conheceria pessoa para quem o dinheiro pudesse fazer as vezes de Deus. Não confio a minha vida a nenhum dos dois, pois, por ser sagrada, minha vida é só minha.          Não sou imortal quanto às adversidades, mas sairia muito bem de uma mina escura a 700m de profundidade depois de pacientes três ou quatro meses de espera. Claro, não é o mundo que se pede a Deus, mas sabendo poder</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/3896970356332800991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=3896970356332800991' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3896970356332800991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3896970356332800991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/09/nunca-pensei-que-conheceria-pessoa-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4604896969034436930</id><published>2010-09-12T16:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:07:54.351-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bancos</title><summary type='text'>Quero visitar alguns bancosFalar com cada gerenteAssinar os melhores planosRespeitando, é claro, o que tenho.Abrir, primeiramente, uma contaNo banco de olhos:Exigir letras grandes para todos os contratos.No banco de sangue:Exigir sempre taxas mínimasE extratos à vontade.No banco de sêmen:Fechar a contaPor conta dos prejuízos futuros(Já cheguei ao máximo dos meus ganhos)[12-9-2010]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4604896969034436930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4604896969034436930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4604896969034436930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4604896969034436930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/09/bancos.html' title='Bancos'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-3053535040911273810</id><published>2010-08-23T22:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:46:29.688-03:00</updated><title type='text'>afastamento</title><summary type='text'>O que me afasta de vocêÉ justamente a poesia!Esse clamar em desertos alheiosUma injúria ou difamaçãoUmas letras, enfim, que, por fim,Não dizem nadaSó confundem mais o seu pensamentoQue não páraQue não páraSó é enlevado para onde não é chamado.O que me afasta de vocêÉ essa poesia do nadaPoesia de nadaInsistente na teologiaFingindo-se terapiaDe um amanhã que nunca vem.O que me toca é minha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/3053535040911273810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=3053535040911273810' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3053535040911273810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3053535040911273810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/08/afastamento.html' title='afastamento'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-6437549852198927584</id><published>2010-08-23T20:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:48:20.165-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Talho</title><summary type='text'>Cada poesia que eu talhoNesse oco de pauPor dentro desses troncosSecos e sem vidaé um pouco de mimQue se esvai, assim...Oco e sem vidaA ficar marcadoNessas texturas sem vidaUma rolha de fim de tudoUm vinho saborosoQuando um dia for aberto...Mas não é para ser aberto nunca!O melhor vinho da eternidade.Só é eterno aquilo que nunca pode ser.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/6437549852198927584/comments/default' title='Postar 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type='text'>Lua</title><summary type='text'>Vejo a LuaAstro sem luz própriaAprendi na escolaQue é reflexo do Sol.Continua brilhante no céuNada se perdeu para mimEla não é dona da luzEu não sou dono do SolEla brilha pra mimEnquanto eu abro uma skol.Sonhos... Sonhos são assimA gente imagina uma coisaAcontece inesperadamente outraE vem um suspiro de dentro:"Ainda bem que era sonho!"E os imprevistos da vida acontecemNão há beliscão que os faça</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/5014385990128205728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=5014385990128205728' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5014385990128205728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5014385990128205728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/08/lua.html' title='Lua'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-9085816598433828499</id><published>2010-08-22T08:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T08:12:49.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vento</title><summary type='text'>Eu sei quem eu sou.É justamente por isso que eu quero reprimir, esconder, cavar bem fundo e me enterrar em vida: só para viver mais, até bem velhinho. Não dá para eu ser eu mesmo: acho que não sobreviveria uma semana. Qual seria minha contribuição para o mundo? A Janis é a Janis e eu estou querendo o quê? Me comparar? Sou um ponto de merda no infinito!Se eu conseguisse ser pleno... Essa plenitude</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/9085816598433828499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=9085816598433828499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/9085816598433828499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/9085816598433828499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/08/vento_22.html' title='vento'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-2088733501217299225</id><published>2010-04-17T07:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T07:54:37.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Distúrbio</title><summary type='text'>Corri feito um distúrbioUma espécie de doença raraQue acomete pessoas que não cabem em siAs pernas em esforço hercúleoTentando mais rapidez que a almaOs pulmões unidos pensandoQue jamais serão vencidosEnquanto a alma agarra-se ao corpoQue finge não aguentar estar vivoO corpo aguenta muito mais do que issoE minha alma, medrosa como quem nunca viu o sol, Esconde-se cada vez mais dentro de mimE fica</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/2088733501217299225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=2088733501217299225' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2088733501217299225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2088733501217299225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/04/disturbio.html' title='Distúrbio'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-3168960742383512439</id><published>2010-04-17T07:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T07:30:51.167-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinta, a dimensão</title><summary type='text'>A areia da ampulhetaChegou ao fimCabe a mimA reviravolta do relógioAntes disso escuto a músicaOlho a pirâmideSorvo um trago mexicano.Mexer na ampulhetaNão é voltar o tempoMas uma nova contagemQue já já acabaA música continuaA pirâmide permanece:quatro pontos cardeais.Sol nasce, Sol se põe.E o que permanece além da vida?A música, a pirâmideE esses desenhosNas almas e nas cavernasDe toda gente.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/3168960742383512439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=3168960742383512439' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3168960742383512439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3168960742383512439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/04/quinta-dimensao.html' title='Quinta, a dimensão'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-7987375716385606320</id><published>2010-04-17T07:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T07:24:39.054-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Torturante Ironia</title><summary type='text'>Que mágoa neste abandono!Que ânsia, perdi o sonoE vim tristonho cantar!Porque a canção mais aflitaÉ a forma que há mais bonitaDa gente poder chorar.Tu sobes este barrancoSujando o vestido brancoPisando as pedras do chãoMas sem saber na verdadeQue desde lá da cidadeTu pisas meu coração.Por ser do morro e morenoÉ que eu soluço, é que eu penobebendo meu amargorPorque me negam, queridaEssa alegria da</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/7987375716385606320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=7987375716385606320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7987375716385606320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7987375716385606320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/04/torturante-ironia.html' title='Torturante Ironia'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4997419332448016333</id><published>2010-01-31T20:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:39:16.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaivotas</title><summary type='text'>Ninguém sabe das manobras radicaisDos meus aviões de papelCada dobra que faço na folha brancaIndica sucesso ou fracasso no vôoTenho paciência na dobraduraEscuto o vento vindo e sintoA responsabilidade nas minhas unhasEm cada vinco que faço.Cada pedaço de papel que amassoPode ser vidas que sucumbemNo espaço de um abraço.Sinto-me à vontade pilotandoMinhas gaivotas de papel.Sobrevôo o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4997419332448016333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4997419332448016333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4997419332448016333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4997419332448016333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2010/01/gaivotas.html' title='Gaivotas'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-1712609413730586062</id><published>2009-12-06T22:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:27:14.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Verossimilhanças</title><summary type='text'>Primeiro veja isso:http://www.osvigaristas.com.br/imagens/ilusoes/sapo-ou-cavalo-76.htmlEu não cometo injustiças, porque não confio em nada do que me dizem e acho que tudo é possível...Sinto informar, caros colegas: não existem verdades. Tudo é inverossímil. E a gente gosta de ler, ver filmes, novelas e seriados, porque eles 'criam' uma verossimilhança que não existe efetivamente na vida real. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/1712609413730586062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=1712609413730586062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/1712609413730586062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/1712609413730586062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/12/verossimilhancas.html' title='Verossimilhanças'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-2102151404932024769</id><published>2009-11-06T20:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:36:26.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um poema, às vezes, acontece assim, como uma brincadeira, como uma falta do que fazer, um mero passatempo de férias literárias. E algumas palavras vão ficando mais sérias dentro da gente, e algumas coisas, tal qual problemas matemáticos, começam a exigir solução. Querendo manter a mente vazia, me pego pensando, jogando xadrez. Movo meus bispos - tão santos! - nas diagonais, passando tangente em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/2102151404932024769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=2102151404932024769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2102151404932024769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2102151404932024769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-poema-as-vezes-acontece-assim-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-1603776633466279085</id><published>2009-11-06T20:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:30:04.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Portaria</title><summary type='text'>Estou vazio. Totalmente vazio.Como quem chega ao zero,Ao pátio, patamar inicial.Portaria.Depois de sair de um mítico seteCaminho para baixoRecebo uma mulher no quarto e,Juntos, vamos até o fim.Ao sairmosFrancamenteO porteiro agradece.Partindo do zero, então,Cada um de nós segue a própria vida lá foraOu finge.Alguma coisa de mimAinda não partiu.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/1603776633466279085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=1603776633466279085' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/1603776633466279085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/1603776633466279085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/11/portaria.html' title='Portaria'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-354103325836208521</id><published>2009-10-22T04:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T04:49:14.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recorte</title><summary type='text'>Tô nem aí pras minhas memóriasOdeio fotosE tudo o mais que fica- por isso tantos recortesE tanta preocupação com datas -Não me lembro de nada!E é tudo tão bom!Precisam ver:Minha incompetência na cara de todosMeu beijo secretoMeu gozo no papel-toalhaMeu choro no velho fuscaOs filhos querendo o mundoA esposa que fingeOrganizar a vidaEsse caos sem fimEnquanto eu ali - olho do furacãoFumaça do tabaco</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/354103325836208521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=354103325836208521' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/354103325836208521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/354103325836208521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/10/recorte.html' title='Recorte'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-2793936271387063002</id><published>2009-10-17T09:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:10:01.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebê chorando na construção</title><summary type='text'>Se você ouvir algum bebê chorando na construçãoÉ porque a vida não está indo bemAs construções estão abandonadasNo meio do caminho.O bebê chora na construção mal feitaE você não deve ir até ele:Deixe que o bebê morra!Antes a vida dele, que nem começou...Se um bebê chorar na construçãoÉ porque você não soube erguer sua vidaNão terminou nada que começouAbandonou seus melhores projetosE, agora, além</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/2793936271387063002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=2793936271387063002' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2793936271387063002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/2793936271387063002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/10/bebe-chorando-na-construcao.html' title='Bebê chorando na construção'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4690553278880093700</id><published>2009-09-15T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:51:43.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG CHICO</title><summary type='text'>As puxadas da gaitaEnchem-me de medoPorque sinto minha almaSair do meu corpoE seguir o som da gaita.Nem sonho, nem nadaSó minha alma sequestradaAo som de um Chico qualquer.27/08/09 - quinta-feira / 22hVilla Miranda - CampinasAo som de Big Chico.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4690553278880093700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4690553278880093700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4690553278880093700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4690553278880093700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-chico.html' title='BIG CHICO'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-3793906600333865499</id><published>2009-08-08T18:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:30:16.027-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pensando barato</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;  st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }  &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/3793906600333865499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=3793906600333865499' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3793906600333865499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3793906600333865499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/08/pensando-barato.html' title='pensando barato'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4800161126791618323</id><published>2009-07-26T07:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:00:16.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos Verdes</title><summary type='text'>Eu não enxergo tudo verde, apesar de ter os olhos verdes. Mas sei que transformo os olhares de quem me olha nos olhos, e esta é, atualmente, a única arma de que disponho.. O semblante silencioso, calmo e sério, e esse meu olhar que parece ser profundo só porque é colorido, encanta os incautos que não sabem enxergar além da superfície desse meu ser ignóbil. Minha docilidade advém pura e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4800161126791618323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4800161126791618323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4800161126791618323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4800161126791618323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/07/olhos-verdes.html' title='Olhos Verdes'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-7384605515777349342</id><published>2009-07-15T07:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:39:54.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olinda</title><summary type='text'>Daqui a pouco vou conhecer Olinda!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/7384605515777349342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=7384605515777349342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7384605515777349342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7384605515777349342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/07/olinda.html' title='Olinda'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-6998594268851620361</id><published>2009-07-15T07:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:39:07.772-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minhas postagens no twitter</title><summary type='text'>Ainda não aprendi muito bem pra que que serve esse tal twitter... Mas fico sabendo de notícias, porque sou seguidor do G1....Abaixo estão minhas últimas postagensAqui o ar condicionado não para desligado9:52 AM Jul 13th from web     Daqui a pouco, conhecendo João Pessoa!7:01 AM Jul 13th from web     Meu amigo Monteiro, meu amigo Resende, mais gente nova e tudo vai indo muito bem... Amanhã </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/6998594268851620361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=6998594268851620361' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6998594268851620361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6998594268851620361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/07/minhas-postagens-no-twitter.html' title='Minhas postagens no twitter'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-7539369825560722951</id><published>2009-07-06T19:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:00:03.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuvas e perdas</title><summary type='text'>Infelizmente peguei alguma chuva e sereno nas noites de Paraty. Dormia pouco. Vi um amanhecer na praia, lendo Bukowski. Depois, fui assistir à mesa de Alex Ross e juro que eu esperava mais. Também, um tanto ignorante em música clássica, não deu para aproveitar muita coisa. O fato é que depois do almoço eu estava com um insuportável sono e uma dor de cabeça fininha como a chuva que permancia na </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/7539369825560722951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=7539369825560722951' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7539369825560722951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7539369825560722951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/07/chuvas-e-perdas.html' title='Chuvas e perdas'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-6810071040792961388</id><published>2009-07-04T12:27:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T08:48:59.105-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MESA 10 - SEQUÊNCIAS BRASILEIRAS</title><summary type='text'>No início percebi que há mais gente que acredita em Chico Buarque do que gente que não acredita em Deus. Estava um pouco mais cheio do que no dia de "Deus, um delírio". Começou lendo um trecho de "Leite Derramado" (capítulo 20, página 149). Escolheu estrategicamente um trecho em que incluía: "sexo", "negão", "edifício modernista", "polícia" e "violência urbana".

Milton Hatoum, quando começou a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/6810071040792961388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=6810071040792961388' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6810071040792961388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/6810071040792961388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/07/mesa-10-sequencias-brasileiras.html' title='MESA 10 - SEQUÊNCIAS BRASILEIRAS'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-3104745887835632018</id><published>2009-07-03T22:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:05:12.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MESA 8 – SENTIDOS DA TRANSGRESSÃO</title><summary type='text'>Edna O'BrienEm conversa com Liz Calder.(trechos da fala de Edna)"O beijo de uma prostituta é a hóstia de toda uma população""O marido chega em casa e vê a mulher quase caindo da escada para pintar o teto. Ela explica: sei que você gosta de um teto, tanto que até falou de um pintor que fez isso em uma igreja, acho que na Capela Cistina."ESSA É A MELHOR:[a respeito dos filhos. Um dos filhos falou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/3104745887835632018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=3104745887835632018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3104745887835632018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3104745887835632018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/07/mesa-8-sentidos-da-transgressao.html' title='MESA 8 – SENTIDOS DA TRANSGRESSÃO'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4220296192411948931</id><published>2009-07-03T21:54:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:36:54.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MESA 5 – DEUS, UM DELÍRIO</title><summary type='text'>Richard Dawkins em conversa comSirio BoccaneraSIRIO: Há muitos ateus escondidos por aí?DAWKINS: Há muitos ateus no 'armário'. Em Oklahoma, por exemplo, cidade reconhecidamente evangélica nos EUA, três mil pessoas vieram assistir minha palestra sobre o assunto. Tenho visto, pelo mundo inteiro, a participação de um público enorme. É claro que tive resistências. Um políticvo de Oklahoma, por exemplo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4220296192411948931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4220296192411948931' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4220296192411948931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4220296192411948931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/07/mesa-5-deus-um-delirio.html' title='MESA 5 – DEUS, UM DELÍRIO'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-291583554118944842</id><published>2009-07-03T21:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:53:57.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MESA 3 - VERDADES INVENTADAS</title><summary type='text'>Arnaldo BlochTatiana Salem LevySérgio RodriguesMEDIAÇÃO: Beatriz ResendeSÉRGIO: [interessante a descrição dele sobre a Batalha da Praça da Sé, sobretudo a 'velha' quando dialogava com o personagem Xerxes e ele ia fugindo dos estrondos dos tiros...– Tenha coragem... Diz a velha.– É que eu tenho que ir ao banheiro – mente Xerxes– Já sei – diz ela – Está se cagando...Achei ótima essa conversa com um</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/291583554118944842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=291583554118944842' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/291583554118944842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/291583554118944842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/07/mesa-3-verdades-inventadas.html' title='MESA 3 - VERDADES INVENTADAS'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4287693459761275558</id><published>2009-07-03T18:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:12:56.365-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MESA 2 - SEPARAÇÕES</title><summary type='text'>Rodrigo LacerdaDomingos de OliveiraMEDIAÇÃO: Paulo Roberto PiresDomingos : Períodos de separação são altamente produtivos. Eu tenho 5 casamentos e 5 separações. E sempre a gente sofre muito.Na primeira, desarticulei-me inteiro. Andava nas ruas e parecia que os prédios cairiam em cima de mim. Sofri muito. DESARTICULEI.Na segunda separação. Sofri muito.Na terceira separação. Sofri muito.Na quarta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4287693459761275558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4287693459761275558' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4287693459761275558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4287693459761275558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/07/mesa-2-separacoes.html' title='MESA 2 - SEPARAÇÕES'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-3330626119350735365</id><published>2009-07-03T16:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:25:13.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PARATY FLIP mesa 1</title><summary type='text'>Não entendo o porquê de atravessar um rio para comprar ingresso. Bilheteria com poucos caixas (quatro) e as pessoas que chegam em grupo, ali, na hora, começam uma reunião para decidir o que vão ver, os melhores horários, etc... Não fazem uma previsão? Eu cheguei no caixa de disse: quero as mesas: tal, tal e tal... Demorei menos de cinco minutos. As pessoas decidiam na hora.  Qual é o interesse </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/3330626119350735365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=3330626119350735365' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3330626119350735365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3330626119350735365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/07/paraty-flip-mesa-1.html' title='PARATY FLIP mesa 1'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-842986236302785912</id><published>2009-06-28T01:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:38:30.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Michel Jackson Bukowski</title><summary type='text'>Se Charles Bukowski morreu em 1994...Isso significa que ele viu o mito do Michael Jackson.Se ele pensa isso dos dinossauros... Quem era Michael Jackson para ele?Hahahahaha!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/842986236302785912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=842986236302785912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/842986236302785912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/842986236302785912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/06/michel-jackson-bukowski.html' title='Michel Jackson Bukowski'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4660844939754706592</id><published>2009-06-28T01:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:32:12.298-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Destruição</title><summary type='text'>"Cada espécie destrói a si mesma. O que matou os dinossauros foi que eles comeram tudo à sua volta e depois tiveram que comer uns aos outros e com isso só restou um e o filho da puta morreu de fome!"CHARLES BUKOWSKIHahahahaha. Fazia tempo que eu não ria tanto! AMEI.Tive meu primeiro orgasmo intelectual...Depois disso, definitivamente, posso escrever de um tudo!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4660844939754706592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4660844939754706592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4660844939754706592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4660844939754706592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/06/destruicao.html' title='Destruição'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-614200100074237109</id><published>2009-06-26T01:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:17:15.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinta</title><summary type='text'>O sangue pra sempre escorrido e pisadoPelas madeiras dessa cruz de CristoBem incrustado e absorvidoPor seus irmãos bem assim encorpadosNão coaduna com meus pixéls -Darwin mostrava o que bem era isso:Um pensamento em evoluçãoNão há infernos e não há mais céusSem engenheiros e arranha-céusSem aviões e nenhum mais perdãoAinda que a morte nos chegue mais pertoAinda que os sons do amanhã digam </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/614200100074237109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=614200100074237109' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/614200100074237109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/614200100074237109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/06/tinta.html' title='Tinta'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-6944685909965059970</id><published>2009-06-20T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:05:03.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Regulamente</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 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Discorde, concorde, conteste, comente, mas não deixe de ler.http://congressoemfoco.ig.com.br/noticia.asp?cod_canal=12&amp;cod_publicacao=28363Muito interessante.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/5941408464354911198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=5941408464354911198' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5941408464354911198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/5941408464354911198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/06/cultura-brasileira-no-paredao.html' title='A cultura brasileira no paredão'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-4408869549753369412</id><published>2009-05-31T16:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:41:36.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A bíblia diz...</title><summary type='text'>Tenho recebido no meu perfil falso, do Dimas, muitas orientações bíblicas dos evangélicos e tenho deletado, simplesmente, mas agora co-incidiu de aparecer um youtube com um comentário no perfil do Dimas.O comentário era: maximilian:   E ai meu brother, o caminho que você estar seguindo é muito cruel, não va por ele, pois no início pode parecer bom, mais tenha certeza de uma coisa, o fim vai ser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/4408869549753369412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=4408869549753369412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4408869549753369412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/4408869549753369412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/05/biblia-diz.html' title='A bíblia diz...'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-7206551122691256028</id><published>2009-05-13T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:07:54.325-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leitura:</title><summary type='text'>Toco a tua boca, com um dedo toco o contorno da tua boca, vou desenhando essa boca como se estivesse saindo da minha mão, como se pela primeira vez a tua boca se entreabrisse e basta-me fechar os olhos para desfazer tudo e recomeçar. Faço nascer, de cada vez, a boca que desejo, a boca que a minha mão escolheu e te desenha no rosto, uma boca eleita entre todas, com soberana liberdade eleita por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/7206551122691256028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=7206551122691256028' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7206551122691256028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/7206551122691256028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/05/leitura.html' title='Leitura:'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-766150581736277802</id><published>2009-05-07T23:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:50:25.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BAOBÁS</title><summary type='text'>Você quer resolver o problemaOu prefere fazer um show?Para shows sempre há públicoPara problemas... Há que caminhar no deserto...Sentir sedeNão beber águaE receber mijadas na cara!Até que, raízes à mostra,Todos estejam convencidos e possam dizer, sem pensar:Preservaremos os baobás!Sempre.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/766150581736277802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=766150581736277802' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/766150581736277802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/766150581736277802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/05/baobas.html' title='BAOBÁS'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-182300651622298156</id><published>2009-04-30T20:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:44:24.545-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O livro no espaço triste</title><summary type='text'>Estou em busca do documentário 'ecrire', sobre Marguerite Duras. Não encontro a não ser o livro. E em francês, o que me obrigará a lê-lo com gramática e dicionário ao lado, pacientemente, como quem tem a eternidade pela frente. Acho que ao final acabarei aprendendo a, pelo menos, ler em francês.Nas minhas buscas deparo-me com o blog da Elisa.Não sei explicar...Melhor ir até lá e ver e ouvir com </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/182300651622298156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=182300651622298156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/182300651622298156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/182300651622298156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-livro-no-espaco-triste.html' title='O livro no espaço triste'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-1510551604356324530</id><published>2009-04-20T01:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T02:25:27.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arara</title><summary type='text'>A arara que pendura a última modaPendura também o soro com o remédioE o chão da loja de roupas é o mesmo de um hospital.No meu braço levo espetada essa agulhaCom a seiva que leva ao meu corpoA última moda de ParisDas américasDo mundo inteiro.Entro no cubículo - que é meu quarto -Fecho a cortina de pano preto do lutoE experimento aquilo que me enfiaram nas veias:Um tailleur, uma gravata, umas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/1510551604356324530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=1510551604356324530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/1510551604356324530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/1510551604356324530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/04/arara.html' title='Arara'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-3190886265049024272</id><published>2009-04-18T06:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T06:50:53.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da série: "sem capacidade para criar coisa alguma"</title><summary type='text'>Somos uma sociedade de pessoas com notória infelicidade: solidão, ansiedade, depressão, destruição, dependência; pessoas que ficam felizes quando matam o tempo que foi tão difícil conquistar.(Erich Fromm)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/3190886265049024272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=3190886265049024272' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3190886265049024272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3190886265049024272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/04/da-serie-sem-capacidade-para-criar_18.html' title='Da série: &quot;sem capacidade para criar coisa alguma&quot;'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-8688007116932891623</id><published>2009-04-15T06:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T06:51:18.078-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da série: "sem capacidade para criar coisa alguma"</title><summary type='text'>Lança o teu pão sobre as águasporque depois de muitos diaso encontrarás.(Eclesiastes 11.1)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/8688007116932891623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=8688007116932891623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/8688007116932891623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/8688007116932891623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/2009/04/da-serie-sem-capacidade-para-criar.html' title='Da série: &quot;sem capacidade para criar coisa alguma&quot;'/><author><name>Wallace Fauth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178757341999212824</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055634.post-7660826065459210708</id><published>2009-04-13T13:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:24:56.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Exame em mim mesmo</title><summary type='text'>Sem capacidade para criar coisa algumaNeste exato momentoLigo um som alto na minha almaE escuto Chico BuarqueEm meio ao Leite Derramado:(canto junto)Eu quero ir, minha gente, eu não sou daqui Eu não tenho nada, quero ver Irene rir Quero ver Irene dar sua risada Quero ver Irene dar sua risada Irene ri, Irene ri, Irene ri Irene ri, Irene ri, Irene riiiii Quero ver Irene dar sua risada!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/7660826065459210708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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sonhos</title><summary type='text'>Você faz o quê todo diaDesde que nasce até a morte?Acorda, joga os dados e vai?Ou finge que acordaPassa o dia dormindo pelos cantosContando as horas para voltar a dormir?Acorda, dá um sorrisoE daí em diante começa a aborrecer-se?Ou já acorda aborrecidoTem o dia atribulado(como o tem todos os homens)E vai dormir atordoadoPor um remédio qualquer?O que você faz durante o dia?Trabalha?Duvido!Cumpre </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fauth.blogspot.com/feeds/3726599547645800888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3055634&amp;postID=3726599547645800888' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3726599547645800888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055634/posts/default/3726599547645800888'/><link 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