<?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-3232541</id><updated>2012-02-14T10:23:10.597-02:00</updated><category term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Caia Na Real</title><subtitle type='html'>Os temas polêmicos, surreais e filosóficos da sociedade de ontem, hoje e amanhã.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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>4980</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232541.post-1829016249198389061</id><published>2012-02-13T15:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:39:42.894-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Não há nada que eu não faria por aqueles que são meus amigos de verdade. Eu não sei o que é amar pessoas pela metade, não é da minha natureza. Meus laços são sempre muitíssimo fortes."

(Jane Austen, em "Northanger Abbey")</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1829016249198389061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1829016249198389061' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1829016249198389061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1829016249198389061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_13.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-2397573340280148272</id><published>2012-02-13T15:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:37:36.745-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O prazer em ignorar as contradições</title><summary type='text'>"A pergunta que fica é: as pessoas não se dão conta de suas contradições? E a resposta é 'muito pouco'.

O psicólogo Drew Westen mostrou que, na política, emoções falam mais alto que a lógica. Ele monitorou os cérebros de militantes partidários enquanto viam seus candidatos favoritos caindo em contradição. Como previsto, eles não tiveram dificuldade para perceber a incongruência do 'inimigo', mas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/2397573340280148272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=2397573340280148272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2397573340280148272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2397573340280148272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-prazer-em-ignorar-as-contradicoes.html' title='O prazer em ignorar as contradições'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-6120531197541470158</id><published>2012-02-13T15:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:34:37.753-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia</title><summary type='text'>— "Cuidem do meu balcão no pub até eu voltar. Ele é como um filho pra mim."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6120531197541470158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6120531197541470158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6120531197541470158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6120531197541470158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-surreal-do-dia_13.html' title='Post surreal do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-4637342331379314985</id><published>2012-02-13T15:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T10:23:10.602-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>"A vida é assim, um campo minado de contradições
e desfechos imperfeitos."
(Eliane Brum)
"Responsabilidade, Hipocrisia e Transferência da Culpa"

Navegando pela Internet durante as férias, vi por acaso essa ótima frase: "Não tente transferir para os outros os seus comportamentos pessoais."

Era a resposta para uma moça que acusava outras pessoas de hipocrisia. Ela afirmava categoricamente que "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/4637342331379314985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=4637342331379314985' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4637342331379314985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4637342331379314985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-filosofico-do-dia_13.html' title='Post filosófico do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-4323486146215694329</id><published>2012-02-13T15:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:16:41.776-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Limites: entender o que é sempre inaceitável</title><summary type='text'>"Há situações inaceitáveis sob quaisquer circunstâncias. Ataques terroristas a população civil é um dos casos. Destruição moral de populações inteiras é outro."

(Vladimir Safatle, sobre o conflito Israel-Palestina)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/4323486146215694329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=4323486146215694329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4323486146215694329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4323486146215694329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/limites-entender-o-que-e-sempre.html' title='Limites: entender o que é sempre inaceitável'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-3274468026447715968</id><published>2012-02-12T13:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T13:36:16.402-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Há uma bela vista para o lago
mas a vista não se vê a si mesma.
Existe neste mundo
sem cor e sem forma,
sem som, sem cheiro, sem dor.
Sem fundo o fundo do lago
e sem margem as suas margens.
Nem molhada nem seca a sua água."

(Wislawa Szymborska)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3274468026447715968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3274468026447715968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3274468026447715968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3274468026447715968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_12.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-6469971774506131126</id><published>2012-02-12T13:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T13:35:23.914-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser diferente não é doença</title><summary type='text'>"Curiosamente, na era da defesa irrestrita das chamadas 'liberdades individuais', assistimos uma intolerância sem precedentes a todo o tipo de desvio ao padrão. Enquanto levantamos as bandeiras de uma nova ordem onde todos têm o direito de ser do jeito que bem quiser, contraditoriamente, tememos qualquer tipo de exceção."

(Rita de Cássia de Araújo Almeida, em "A epidemia de doenças mentais")</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6469971774506131126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6469971774506131126' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6469971774506131126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6469971774506131126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/ser-diferente-nao-e-doenca.html' title='Ser diferente não é doença'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-3704771804474047609</id><published>2012-02-12T13:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T13:34:16.482-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia - "En Español"</title><summary type='text'>"Soy el desesperado, la palabra sin ecos,
el que lo perdió todo, y el que todo lo tuvo."

(Pablo Neruda)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3704771804474047609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3704771804474047609' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3704771804474047609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3704771804474047609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-filosofico-do-dia-en-espanol.html' title='Post filosófico do dia - &quot;En Español&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-3793389937916864114</id><published>2012-02-12T13:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T13:32:15.169-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia</title><summary type='text'>"Beber água? Nem pensar, enferruja."
(Doutora Arquiteta)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3793389937916864114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3793389937916864114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3793389937916864114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3793389937916864114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-surreal-do-dia_12.html' title='Post surreal do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-1662746761336883752</id><published>2012-02-12T13:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T13:31:23.038-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade e Filosofia</title><summary type='text'>"Cursos de filosofia formam professores de filosofia, que podem ou não ser filósofos. Assim também, cursos de literatura formam professores de literatura, que podem ou não ser literatos. Finalmente, há filósofos e literatos sem titulação acadêmica. É tão absurdo exigir diplomação específica para alguém ser filósofo quanto seria exigir diplomação específica para alguém ser escritor. A filosofia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1662746761336883752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1662746761336883752' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1662746761336883752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1662746761336883752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/liberdade-e-filosofia.html' title='Liberdade e Filosofia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-3005660905715496771</id><published>2012-02-10T18:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:57:51.418-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Existem dois tipos de amigos: um que dirá 'sim' a tudo o que você fizer e outro que, ao ver você rumo ao abismo, segurará firme em seu braço e dirá: 'É hora de mudar de caminho'.

Há de se perguntar quem é o verdadeiro amigo."

(Vladimir Safatle)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3005660905715496771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3005660905715496771' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3005660905715496771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3005660905715496771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_10.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-7252599335898620150</id><published>2012-02-10T18:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:56:11.233-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Política e Ideologia: o vazio do pensamento</title><summary type='text'>"Tudo hoje no Brasil vira bate-boca partidário. Verdades e mentiras converteram-se em frases ocas, que não conseguem ser comprovadas nem discutidas adequadamente. Tudo é ideologia."

(Marco Aurélio Nogueira)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/7252599335898620150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=7252599335898620150' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7252599335898620150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7252599335898620150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/politica-e-ideologia-o-vazio-do.html' title='Política e Ideologia: o vazio do pensamento'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-3229394149929024749</id><published>2012-02-10T18:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:55:17.402-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>"Nós não vivemos em um mundo perfeito; mas a nossa amizade, meus amigos, é perfeita."
(Cris Carter)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3229394149929024749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3229394149929024749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3229394149929024749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3229394149929024749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-filosofico-do-dia_10.html' title='Post filosófico do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-5953490104029294727</id><published>2012-02-10T18:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:53:55.727-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A farsa teórica sobre a "necessidade" dos juros altos</title><summary type='text'>"No futuro algum historiador econômico ainda irá se debruçar sobre esses tempos loucos, sobre esses debates sobre taxa de juros neutra, sobre correlações entre Selic e inflação. E dará boas gargalhadas, sobre como foi possível amarrar tanto tempo um país inteiro, candidato a potência, a uma miragem teórica."

(Luis Nassif, em "A pseudo-ciência nas discussões sobre juros")</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/5953490104029294727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=5953490104029294727' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5953490104029294727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5953490104029294727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/farsa-teorica-sobre-necessidade-dos.html' title='A farsa teórica sobre a &quot;necessidade&quot; dos juros altos'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-8324964062173342760</id><published>2012-02-10T18:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:50:24.721-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Empatia e Justiça: mais do que "cumprir a lei"</title><summary type='text'>"Se a ideia é fazer justiça e não apenas cumprir leis, nossos juízes talvez devessem visitar as áreas a ser reintegradas e conversar com os moradores antes de assinar seus despachos. Os norte-americanos chamam isso de 'equal consideration of interests' (igual consideração de interesses), um princípio moral que alguns filósofos consideram tão ou mais importante que a própria noção de direitos.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8324964062173342760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8324964062173342760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8324964062173342760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8324964062173342760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/empatia-e-justica-mais-do-que-cumprir.html' title='Empatia e Justiça: mais do que &quot;cumprir a lei&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-7535537918634075773</id><published>2012-02-08T17:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T17:34:55.993-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Quando você retira todas as superfícies, quando você olha dentro da coisa, o que resta é o terror. Foi para curar essa coisa que inventaram a literatura."

(Patrícia Melo)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/7535537918634075773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=7535537918634075773' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7535537918634075773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7535537918634075773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_08.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-931580722551440137</id><published>2012-02-08T17:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T17:28:37.493-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferenciar culpados e vítimas nas crises: o perigo dos discursos ideológicos</title><summary type='text'>"Para caracterizar os fenômenos do nosso tempo é preciso, em primeiro lugar, considerar o conceito de crise.

Fala-se de crise da sociedade, de crise da democracia, etc. Assim se consegue culpar as vítimas, pela situação atual. 

Ora, a situação que vivemos hoje não é resultado de alguma doença da civilização! É resultado da violência com que os senhores do mundo dirigem hoje a ofensiva contra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/931580722551440137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=931580722551440137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/931580722551440137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/931580722551440137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/diferenciar-culpados-e-vitimas-nas.html' title='Diferenciar culpados e vítimas nas crises: o perigo dos discursos ideológicos'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-2240325710300990971</id><published>2012-02-08T17:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T17:26:59.231-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>"Os ninguéns"
(Eduardo Galeano, em "O Livro dos Abraços")

As pulgas sonham com comprar um cão, e os ninguéns com deixar a pobreza, que em algum dia mágico a sorte chova de repente, que chova a boa sorte a cântaros; mas a boa sorte não chove ontem, nem hoje, nem amanhã, nem nunca, nem uma chuvinha cai do céu da boa sorte, por mais que os ninguéns a chamem e mesmo que a mão esquerda coce, ou se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/2240325710300990971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=2240325710300990971' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2240325710300990971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2240325710300990971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-filosofico-do-dia_08.html' title='Post filosófico do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-5354769552662571270</id><published>2012-02-05T08:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T08:30:21.804-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia - "Sobre os intelectuais"</title><summary type='text'>"Os intelectuais me dão pena. Eu não quero ser um intelectual. Quando me chamam de 'intelectual distinto', eu digo: 'Não! Eu não sou um intelectual!'. Os intelectuais são os que divorciam a cabeça do corpo. Eu não quero ser uma cabeça que rola por aí! (...) 

Cuidado com quem somente raciocina. Cuidado! Temos que raciocinar e sentir. Eu acredito nessa fusão contraditória entre o que se sente e o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/5354769552662571270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=5354769552662571270' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5354769552662571270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5354769552662571270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-filosofico-do-dia-sobre-os.html' title='Post filosófico do dia - &quot;Sobre os intelectuais&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-3194165874573782927</id><published>2012-02-05T08:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:56:28.591-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia</title><summary type='text'>"Deixe em paz meu coração
Que ele é um pote até aqui de mágoa
E qualquer desatenção, faça não
Pode ser a gota d'água..."

(Chico Buarque)
Lados Opostos

— "Eu vou embora."
— "Fica."
— "Mas você vai embora também, buscar teu destino. Então é melhor eu ir na direção contrária. Vai ser melhor assim."

Silêncio.

Ambos viram de costas um para o outro. 

Cada um apontando para um lado do mundo, um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3194165874573782927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3194165874573782927' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3194165874573782927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3194165874573782927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-surreal-do-dia_05.html' title='Post surreal do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-8634061170793484318</id><published>2012-02-03T12:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T12:36:27.731-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality shows, comportamento, ética e limites</title><summary type='text'>"Não sou contra o hedonismo como busca de prazer e mesmo o exibicionismo e o voyeurismo têm seu lugar, na experiência humana. Um voyeurismo discreto entre pessoas que estão de acordo pode ser muito interessante e estimulante. O complicado é isso em rede nacional. Pois passa a ser uma espécie de recomendação. 

(...) se abrirmos mão do ideal kantiano de ver o ser humano como fim e não como meio, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8634061170793484318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8634061170793484318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8634061170793484318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8634061170793484318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/reality-shows-comportamento-etica-e.html' title='Reality shows, comportamento, ética e limites'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-4769793481944157160</id><published>2012-02-03T02:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T02:41:29.871-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (4)</title><summary type='text'>"A música é o silêncio que existe entre as notas."
(Tom Jobim)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/4769793481944157160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=4769793481944157160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4769793481944157160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4769793481944157160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-filosofico-do-dia-4.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (4)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-1029700933156228807</id><published>2012-02-03T02:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T02:39:19.004-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia</title><summary type='text'>"A poesia é como uma fotografia: ela não sai como você quer. Sai como você é."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1029700933156228807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1029700933156228807' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1029700933156228807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1029700933156228807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-surreal-do-dia.html' title='Post surreal do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-6782756284708282114</id><published>2012-02-03T02:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T02:36:39.358-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (3)</title><summary type='text'>Para a Noite
(Hannah Arendt)

Inclina-te, tu consoladora, suavemente sobre meu coração
Dá-me, silenciosa, o alívio das dores.
Cobre com tuas sombras sobretudo a claridade –
Dá-me o cansaço e a fuga frente ao deslumbramento.

Deixa-me teu silêncio, o refrescante desprendimento
Deixa-me no escuro ocultar o mal
Se a claridade me atormenta com novas faces,
Dá-me tu a força para constante ação.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6782756284708282114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6782756284708282114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6782756284708282114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6782756284708282114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-filosofico-do-dia-3.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (3)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-1536174077970115192</id><published>2012-02-03T02:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:47:33.778-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O indivíduo criado pelo neoliberalismo</title><summary type='text'>"(...) Apesar das crises e de suas consequências, o liberalismo segue de pé, produzindo seu lote insensato de lucros e desigualdades, suas políticas de ajuste, sua irrenunciável impunidade. No entanto, ainda que siga vivo, a crise expôs como nunca seus mecanismos perversos e, sobretudo, colocou no centro da cena não já o sistema econômico no qual se articula, mas sim o tipo de indivíduo que o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1536174077970115192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1536174077970115192' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1536174077970115192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1536174077970115192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-individuo-criado-pelo-neoliberalismo.html' title='O indivíduo criado pelo neoliberalismo'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-4928368722864014545</id><published>2012-02-03T02:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T02:34:13.309-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say

Hey, you've got to hide your love away"

(Trecho de "You've Got To Hide Your Love Away", The Beatles)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/4928368722864014545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=4928368722864014545' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4928368722864014545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4928368722864014545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-filosofico-do-dia-2.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-5807322350906824657</id><published>2012-02-03T02:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T02:33:24.879-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Margem de Manobra na Política Atual</title><summary type='text'>"Uma vez eu citei a frase do escritor norte-americano Gore Vidal, sobre a situação política nos EUA. Ele afirmou que no seu país havia apenas um partido político com duas alas direitistas. Bem, na Inglaterra, na Itália e na Alemanha ocorre a mesma coisa. Não importa para onde você olhe as opções são limitadas porque a margem para a ação política é muito estreita."

(Istvan Mészáros)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/5807322350906824657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=5807322350906824657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5807322350906824657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5807322350906824657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/margem-de-manobra-na-politica-atual.html' title='Margem de Manobra na Política Atual'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-318709869166677946</id><published>2012-02-03T02:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T02:32:03.910-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>"Não há qualquer atividade humana da qual se possa excluir toda a intervenção intelectual – o homo faber não pode ser separado do homo sapiens. Também todo o homem, fora do seu emprego, desenvolve alguma atividade intelectual; ele é, por outras palavras, um 'filósofo', um artista, um homem experiente, ele partilha a concepção do mundo, ele tem uma linha consciente de conduta moral, e portanto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/318709869166677946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=318709869166677946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/318709869166677946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/318709869166677946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-filosofico-do-dia.html' title='Post filosófico do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-1876380563745364888</id><published>2012-02-03T02:28:00.015-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T11:03:59.768-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lógica, Moral e Verdade</title><summary type='text'>"A lógica é uma ferramenta, apenas. Com ela pode-se dizer se um raciocínio foi bem encadeado e se um sistema é consistente ou não, isto é, se não se contradiz. Mesmo que passem por este teste, ainda não está garantido que a Natureza não se comporte através de outro arranjo. Os gregos antigos fizeram inúmeras especulações acerca de como o universo funcionava. A maioria, palpites errados."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1876380563745364888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1876380563745364888' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1876380563745364888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1876380563745364888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/02/logica-moral-e-verdade.html' title='Lógica, Moral e Verdade'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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/-LmKe39lY0Oc/Tyto6kqV6qI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iUNBE6W7c_E/s72-c/logica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232541.post-1972974462332043486</id><published>2012-01-31T01:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T03:50:50.594-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (4)</title><summary type='text'>"A função da arte - 1"
(por Eduardo Galeano, em "O Livro dos Abraços")

Diego não conhecia o mar. O pai, Santiago Kovadloff, levou-o para que descobrisse o mar. Viajaram para o Sul. Ele, o mar, estava do outro lado das dunas altas, esperando.

Quando o menino e o pai enfim alcançaram aquelas alturas de areia, depois de muito caminhar, o mar estava na frente de seus olhos.

E foi tanta a imensidão</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1972974462332043486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1972974462332043486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1972974462332043486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1972974462332043486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-4_31.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (4)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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/-aApn8_mtPlU/TydecCTzrwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/zh0OXlPiBsU/s72-c/mar-imenso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232541.post-4836219695531850944</id><published>2012-01-31T01:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:13:56.646-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia</title><summary type='text'>"Fui muito feliz até os seis anos."
(Dos Malvados)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/4836219695531850944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=4836219695531850944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4836219695531850944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4836219695531850944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-surreal-do-dia_31.html' title='Post surreal do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-5086786238607227541</id><published>2012-01-31T01:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:12:57.611-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (3)</title><summary type='text'>"O que me move é a vocação divina da palavra, que não apenas nomeia mas que inventa e produz encantamento."

(Mia Couto)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/5086786238607227541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=5086786238607227541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5086786238607227541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5086786238607227541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-3_31.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (3)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-4235699655008047112</id><published>2012-01-31T01:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:10:53.979-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estudos e Pesquisas de Campo</title><summary type='text'>"Quando um viajante pediu à criada de Wordsworth para mostrar-lhe os estudos do patrão, ela retrucou: 'Eis aqui sua biblioteca, mas os estudos, ele os faz na rua.' "

(Henry Thoreau)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/4235699655008047112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=4235699655008047112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4235699655008047112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4235699655008047112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/estudos-e-pesquisas-de-campo.html' title='Estudos e Pesquisas de Campo'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-8393735082688921973</id><published>2012-01-31T01:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:13:20.187-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Respeito à Solidão</title><summary type='text'>"Quando a gente está num relacionamento, é comum ter vontade de exigir a atenção do outro o tempo inteiro. 'Me escuta, olha para mim, fala comigo, pega a minha mão, não me ignora.' Pode ser bonitinho, mas não é razoável. É importante poder ficar longe, mesmo estando na presença um do outro – estar quieto, lendo, trabalhando ou apenas imerso em si mesmo. É igualmente importante poder fazer coisas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8393735082688921973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8393735082688921973' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8393735082688921973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8393735082688921973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/respeito-solidao.html' title='Respeito à Solidão'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-2071644444562375889</id><published>2012-01-31T01:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:08:33.740-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"You'll never know if you never try,
To forgive your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only,
I promise I'm worth it,
To hold in your arms,
So come on and give me a chance,
To prove I am the one who can walk that mile,
Until the end starts,

I know it ain't easy giving up your heart,
I know it ain't easy giving up your heart,
 Nobody's perfect,
Trust me I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/2071644444562375889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=2071644444562375889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2071644444562375889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2071644444562375889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_31.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-6892111641079999060</id><published>2012-01-31T01:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T02:08:35.594-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Política, partidos políticos e futuro</title><summary type='text'>"Os partidos políticos que conhecemos hoje são aparelhos destinados exclusivamente a tomar o poder. Qualquer renascimento da política exige que haja coletivos que escapem à lógica de tomar o poder, que definam seus objetivos e seus meios de ação independentes das agendas dos Estados.

Ser independente das agendas dos Estados não significa desinteressar-se delas, como se as agendas dos Estados não</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6892111641079999060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6892111641079999060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6892111641079999060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6892111641079999060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/politica-partidos-politicos-e-futuro.html' title='Política, partidos políticos e futuro'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-2202117147737897092</id><published>2012-01-31T01:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:02:17.506-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dictadura de la novedad</title><summary type='text'>"Hoy en día toda esta sociedad a través de la tele, de los anuncios, te impone lo novedoso. Si tienes algo anticuado de más de dos años ya es viejo. 'Hay que tener lo nuevo' y eso es insostenible. Acaba siendo una dictadura porque a los pibes les machacan la cabeza diciéndole que si no tenés lo último, lo más novedoso no eres nadie. Es totalmente falso. Y eso no tiene futuro. Ya no hay recursos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/2202117147737897092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=2202117147737897092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2202117147737897092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2202117147737897092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/dictadura-de-la-novedad.html' title='Dictadura de la novedad'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-9128589555086278742</id><published>2012-01-31T01:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T02:11:42.129-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>"I am beginning to understand the reality of what it takes to uphold that commitment. To have the courage to unlock your box of fears and let Pandora have her way. Abandon your ego, and invite the muddy, unclear, soft mushy parts of your soul just hang out there. It is so messy, unpredictable. It feels so unsafe, so unknown, yet so, so passionately alive."

(Allison Mack, trecho de "The Cynical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/9128589555086278742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=9128589555086278742' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/9128589555086278742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/9128589555086278742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia_31.html' title='Post filosófico do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-2264063586531730910</id><published>2012-01-31T00:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:59:40.182-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado com a Falsa Generosidade</title><summary type='text'>"I used to think all liberals and lefties were the same: good hearts, good politics. It took a real wake-up call in the capital of liberalism, San Francisco, for me to realize that there were various forms of 'liberals', and the one I had never encountered back in Flint was the Wealthy Liberal Who Loved Humanity But Hated People. He's the liberal whose conscience is eased by the generosity of his</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/2264063586531730910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=2264063586531730910' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2264063586531730910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2264063586531730910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/cuidado-com-falsa-generosidade.html' title='Cuidado com a Falsa Generosidade'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-6640602961010990456</id><published>2012-01-27T03:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T03:55:49.519-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (3)</title><summary type='text'>"O objetivo da educação não é ensinar coisas. O objetivo da educação é ensinar a pensar."
(Rubem Alves)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6640602961010990456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6640602961010990456' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6640602961010990456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6640602961010990456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-3_27.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (3)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-2657928972659734057</id><published>2012-01-27T03:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T03:53:18.199-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia (2) - "Diálogos Malucos"</title><summary type='text'>— "Ele se faz de besta, pra disfarçar a verdadeira intenção."
— "Não, não, a intenção tá clara: ele é só besta mesmo."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/2657928972659734057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=2657928972659734057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2657928972659734057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2657928972659734057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-surreal-do-dia-2-dialogos-malucos.html' title='Post surreal do dia (2) - &quot;Diálogos Malucos&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-4861774429414254578</id><published>2012-01-27T03:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T03:52:35.737-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"No céu estrelado
Eu me perco
Com os pés na terra
Vagando entre os astros
Nada me move
Nem me faz parar

A não ser
A vontade de te encontrar
E o motivo eu já nem sei
Nem que seja só para estar
Ao teu lado só pra ler
No teu rosto
Uma mensagem de amor"

(Trecho de "Mensagem de Amor", Os Paralamas do Sucesso)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/4861774429414254578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=4861774429414254578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4861774429414254578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4861774429414254578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_27.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-5071458168272913292</id><published>2012-01-27T03:48:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T04:07:54.107-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia - "Contos Malucos"</title><summary type='text'>"Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink."
(Charles Bukowski)
"Insetos e Gentilezas"

Eu havia chegado em casa bêbado, como de costume. Então aquele mosquito, pernilongo ou sei lá o quê, aproximou-se e disse:

— "Posso?"
— "Pode o quê?", perguntei.
— "Amigo, tô com fome. Preciso de sangue. Posso te picar, por favor?"

É incrível como a gentileza faz diferença. Que bicho educado, pensei.

— "Ah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/5071458168272913292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=5071458168272913292' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5071458168272913292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5071458168272913292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-surreal-do-dia-contos-malucos.html' title='Post surreal do dia - &quot;Contos Malucos&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-8893137531725028979</id><published>2012-01-27T03:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T03:46:25.717-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>"When you find that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different, someone... better. When that person is taken from you... what do you become then?"

(Frase inicial do primeiro episódio do seriado "Person of Interest")</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8893137531725028979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8893137531725028979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8893137531725028979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8893137531725028979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia_27.html' title='Post filosófico do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-8375747403287455916</id><published>2012-01-27T03:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T03:43:23.738-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esforços Insuficientes</title><summary type='text'>"Sem uma política corajosa de corte na ração rentista o Brasil cruzará décadas apagando incêndios no combate à pobreza e a miséria que enredam a vida de 27% da população e às deficiências de infraestrutura social e logística. É melhor que a regressividade demotucana. Mas insuficiente para embalar a travessia histórica da injustiça e do subdesenvolvido para uma Nação rica, compartilhada por todos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8375747403287455916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8375747403287455916' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8375747403287455916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8375747403287455916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/esforcos-insuficientes.html' title='Esforços Insuficientes'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-3077293082586803041</id><published>2012-01-25T15:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:10:43.278-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Minha vida sempre foi compor. Para deixar de fazê-lo, só se trocasse a composição pela felicidade."

(Tom Jobim)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3077293082586803041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3077293082586803041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3077293082586803041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3077293082586803041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_25.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-1427038750670788919</id><published>2012-01-25T15:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:00:52.569-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulsos, controle, sentimentos e livre-arbítrio</title><summary type='text'>"(...) Concordo que quem nos desperta paixões, ira ou prazer não é algo que possamos influenciar: apenas nos cabe reconhecer. Mas é aqui justamente que podemos mudar a história: a partir do momento em que tomamos ciência de nossos sentimentos.

Se nosso córtex pré-frontal não consegue mandar no hipotálamo, ele ao menos nos permite reconhecer nossos impulsos... e mudar de ideia. Agir diferente. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1427038750670788919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1427038750670788919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1427038750670788919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1427038750670788919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/impulsos-controle-sentimentos-e-livre.html' title='Impulsos, controle, sentimentos e livre-arbítrio'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-6935778522476034139</id><published>2012-01-25T12:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:56:27.044-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>Homenagem a uma amiga que faz aniversário no mesmo dia que o eterno Tom Jobim.

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"Luciana"
(Composição: Antonio Carlos Jobim)

Olha que amor, Luciana
É como a flor, Luciana
Olhos que vivem sorrindo
Riso tão lindo
Canção de paz

Olha que o amor, Luciana
É como a flor que não dura demais
Embriagador
Mas também traz muita dor, Luciana.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6935778522476034139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6935778522476034139' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6935778522476034139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6935778522476034139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia_25.html' title='Post filosófico do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-6616449280976306314</id><published>2012-01-25T12:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:35:25.172-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrocesso: o reacionarismo como "resposta" a crises</title><summary type='text'>"Para qualquer compreensão da realidade, é preciso ter uma perspectiva histórica. O que são esses partidos da social-democracia hoje na Europa? São herdeiros de anos de reformas que os trouxeram cada vez mais para a direita. O que aconteceu com as legendas mais radicais, como o Partido Comunista Italiano, de Gramsci? Suas propostas fundamentais foram completamente diluídas e o PCI se fragmentou. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6616449280976306314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6616449280976306314' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6616449280976306314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6616449280976306314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/retrocesso-o-reacionarismo-como.html' title='Retrocesso: o reacionarismo como &quot;resposta&quot; a crises'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-833260361322435536</id><published>2012-01-25T12:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:51:18.972-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia - "Mais Burocracia"</title><summary type='text'>"A burocracia - 3"
(Eduardo Galeano, em "O Livro dos Abraços")

Sixto Martínez fez o serviço militar num quartel de Sevilha. No meio do pátio desse quartel havia um banquinho. Junto ao banquinho, um soldado montava guarda. Ninguém sabia porque se montava guarda para o banquinho. A guarda era feita por que sim, noite e dia, todas as noites, todos os dias, e de geração em geração os oficiais </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/833260361322435536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=833260361322435536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/833260361322435536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/833260361322435536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-surreal-do-dia-mais-burocracia.html' title='Post surreal do dia - &quot;Mais Burocracia&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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/-8qKJr1DvHSM/Txi-QntaxTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8C-OvDHiULo/s72-c/banco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232541.post-2336145167503670335</id><published>2012-01-25T12:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:32:16.698-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Conservadorismo vs. Direitos Humanos</title><summary type='text'>"Um dos problemas que inviabilizam o debate com os setores conservadores é certamente o reduzido nível intelectual do conservadorismo brasileiro. Ignoram e distorcem os fatos; insistem em repetir incansavelmente argumentos ilógicos há muito refutados; não respondem perguntas; não tentam, porque não conseguem, contestar os argumentos contrários – quando não usam e abusam do cinismo."

(Fabiano </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/2336145167503670335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=2336145167503670335' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2336145167503670335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2336145167503670335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/conservadorismo-vs-direitos-humanos.html' title='Conservadorismo vs. Direitos Humanos'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-109636271637194040</id><published>2012-01-20T09:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:29:10.601-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (3) - "Comunicação e Solidão"</title><summary type='text'>"Estamos todos amarrados aos códigos coletivos com que comunicamos na vida quotidiana. Mas quem escreve quer dizer coisas que estão para além da vida quotidiana. Nunca o nosso mundo teve ao seu dispor tanta comunicação. E nunca foi tão dramática a nossa solidão. Nunca houve tanta estrada. E nunca nos visitamos tão pouco."

(Mia Couto)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/109636271637194040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=109636271637194040' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/109636271637194040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/109636271637194040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-3-comunicacao-e.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (3) - &quot;Comunicação e Solidão&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-8697344194151435061</id><published>2012-01-20T09:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:26:33.955-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia (2) - "Burocracia"</title><summary type='text'>"Nos tempos da ditadura militar, em meados de 1973, um preso político uruguaio, Juan José Noueched, sofreu uma sanção de cinco dias: cinco dias sem visita nem recreio, cinco dias sem nada, por violação do regulamento. Do ponto de vista do capitão que aplicou a sanção, o regulamento não deixava margem de dúvida. O regulamento estabelecia claramente que os presos deviam caminhar em fila e com as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8697344194151435061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8697344194151435061' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8697344194151435061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8697344194151435061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-surreal-do-dia-2-burocracia.html' title='Post surreal do dia (2) - &quot;Burocracia&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-7784032369531906514</id><published>2012-01-20T09:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:16:04.200-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"It's enough for me,
Living in my dreams,
I just can't be bothered,
Why should I be bothered?

My time is up
I need you to know that I need you,
Don't you walk away,
I'm feeling so high
From my arms, from my lips, to my eyes"

(Trecho de "So High", Eliza Doolittle)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/7784032369531906514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=7784032369531906514' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7784032369531906514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7784032369531906514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_20.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-7333290477054866312</id><published>2012-01-20T09:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:30:27.515-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia</title><summary type='text'>"Entre tantas coisas que valem a pena ver na vida, uma
delas é o pôr do sol nas praias de Ipanema e Leblon.
Por outro lado, há muitas outras coisas, em todo o
mundo, que não precisariam existir. Costumam ser as
mais faladas e mais vistas. A idiotice humana é
epidêmica e universal."

(Mestre Tostão)
"Memórias traiçoeiras de uma viagem sem destino"

A melhor coisa de viajar é que você sempre </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/7333290477054866312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=7333290477054866312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7333290477054866312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7333290477054866312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-surreal-do-dia_20.html' title='Post surreal do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-7171823321906890116</id><published>2012-01-20T09:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:43:24.082-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>"Incrível como a vida se encaixa... Precisar perder algo que era realmente incrível pra lembrar pelo que realmente se deve lamentar na vida."

(Gisele Rodrigues, @giselefor)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/7171823321906890116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=7171823321906890116' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7171823321906890116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7171823321906890116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia_20.html' title='Post filosófico do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-7627448757908997824</id><published>2012-01-20T09:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:20:25.729-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Educar para quebrar regras injustas</title><summary type='text'>"O impacto da lógica incorrigível do capital sobre a educação tem sido grande ao longo do desenvolvimento do sistema. Apenas as modalidades de imposição dos imperativos estruturais do capital no domínio educacional mudaram desde os primeiros dias sangrentos da 'acumulação primitiva' até ao presente, em sintonia com as circunstâncias históricas alteradas (...).

É por isso que hoje o significado </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/7627448757908997824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=7627448757908997824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7627448757908997824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7627448757908997824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/educar-para-quebrar-regras-injustas.html' title='Educar para quebrar regras injustas'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-4408537524482435912</id><published>2012-01-19T22:15:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T23:16:17.853-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Elis Regina, uma homenagem</title><summary type='text'>- No Blog Tijolaço.com: "Minha arma é o que a memória guarda" (Homenagem a Elis Regina)
"(...)
'Me tomam por quem? Um imbecil? Sou algo que se molda do jeitinho que se quer? Isso é o que todos queriam, na realidade. Mas não vão conseguir, porque quando descobrirem que estou verde já estarei amarela. Eu sou do contra. Sou a Elis Regina de Carvalho Costa que poucas pessoas vão morrer conhecendo'.A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/4408537524482435912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=4408537524482435912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4408537524482435912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4408537524482435912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/elis-regina-uma-homenagem.html' title='Elis Regina, uma homenagem'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mMqRwGk26HA/Txi2U5mntaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/uWdz3uDZUhE/s72-c/eterna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232541.post-30781234973666192</id><published>2012-01-18T01:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T01:55:54.209-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Respeito à diversidade</title><summary type='text'>"Diversidade humana é evolução. Não tolerá-la ou desrespeitá-la é o que representa retroagir no tempo e voltar até a época em que mentes brilhantes e capazes eram ignoradas e descartadas por pura ignorância e preconceito."

(Jairo Marques, no artigo "Essa gente pequena")</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/30781234973666192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=30781234973666192' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/30781234973666192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/30781234973666192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/respeito-diversidade.html' title='Respeito à diversidade'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-477410830352347331</id><published>2012-01-18T01:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T01:36:23.502-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"A maior riqueza da vida é ter para onde voltar, sempre ter pra quem voltar, que te aceite. Todas as riquezas só tem graça se divididas com alguém."

(Gisele Rodrigues, @giselefor)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/477410830352347331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=477410830352347331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/477410830352347331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/477410830352347331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_18.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-2085148051546147179</id><published>2012-01-18T01:35:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T01:37:52.266-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia</title><summary type='text'>Ousia. Ousadia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/2085148051546147179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=2085148051546147179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2085148051546147179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2085148051546147179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-surreal-do-dia_18.html' title='Post surreal do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-1519826994656038997</id><published>2012-01-18T01:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T01:32:52.671-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>"Não sei bem certo
Se é só ilusão
Se é você já perto
Se é intuição
 E aonde quer que eu vá
Levo você no olhar
Aonde quer que eu vá
Aonde quer que eu vá..."

(Trecho de "Aonde Quer Que Eu Vá", Os Paralamas do Sucesso)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1519826994656038997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1519826994656038997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1519826994656038997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1519826994656038997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia_18.html' title='Post filosófico do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-1569390601396756213</id><published>2012-01-18T01:30:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T04:31:38.136-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos e relacionamentos no mundo moderno</title><summary type='text'>"(...) Mulheres querem reconhecimento, escuta, intimidade, visibilidade, sentirem-se únicas, inesquecíveis.

Uma professora, de 55 anos, diz: 'Eu quero me sentir especial, ser escutada com atenção, ser amada mesmo gordinha, com rugas e celulite. Quero sentir que sou a mulher mais gostosa do mundo para o meu marido'.

E acrescenta: 'Quero que, para ele, e só para ele, eu seja a única mulher do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1569390601396756213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1569390601396756213' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1569390601396756213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1569390601396756213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/desejos-e-relacionamentos-no-mundo.html' title='Desejos e relacionamentos no mundo moderno'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-383242384822340794</id><published>2012-01-18T01:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T02:03:06.983-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentido para a Existência</title><summary type='text'>"Eu vejo tudo passando pelos meus olhos, eu sinto todas as fraquezas em meu corpo e, depois de tudo, o que me move é a minha indignação, o meu desejo de mudança, esse é meu alimento, é desse sentimento que eu tiro minha força para levantar da cama todos os dias, por que eu acredito! Eu acredito que é possivel viver em mundo diferente, um mundo alimentado por sonhos e ideiais, um mundo onde a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/383242384822340794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=383242384822340794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/383242384822340794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/383242384822340794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/sentido-e-existencia.html' title='Sentido para a Existência'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-6799482232816672116</id><published>2012-01-16T15:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:47:28.427-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Luto, tristeza e homenagem</title><summary type='text'>Hoje (16/1/2012) faleceu o grande escritor Bartolomeu Campos de Queirós.

Estou sem palavras.

- No G1: Morre, em Belo Horizonte, o escritor Bartolomeu Campos de Queirós

- No "Confissões, Declarações e Crônicas...": Lágrimas na Literatura

"A palavra nunca escreve tudo o que a emoção sente."
(Bartolomeu Campos de Queirós)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6799482232816672116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6799482232816672116' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6799482232816672116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6799482232816672116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/luto-tristeza-e-homenagem.html' title='Luto, tristeza e homenagem'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-5276982139962341634</id><published>2012-01-15T13:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T13:35:21.342-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (5)</title><summary type='text'>"As sociedades, como as pessoas, podem aprender com o erro. Já quando não lhes é dada a chance de errar, não terão jamais como acertar."

(Renato Janine Ribeiro)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/5276982139962341634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=5276982139962341634' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5276982139962341634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5276982139962341634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-5.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (5)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-1456644403511298531</id><published>2012-01-15T13:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T13:34:02.145-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (4) - "En Español"</title><summary type='text'>




"El sueño de la razón produce monstruos."
(Francisco de Goya)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1456644403511298531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1456644403511298531' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1456644403511298531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1456644403511298531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-4-en-espanol.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (4) - &quot;En Español&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3Dp5JTsKv4/TxHwA46l87I/AAAAAAAAAV8/0fAtnZUtMa8/s72-c/sono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232541.post-6465576197566733865</id><published>2012-01-15T13:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T13:33:11.243-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (3)</title><summary type='text'>- Vídeo (24/5/2011): Eduardo Galeano en la #acampadaBCN
"Vivemos num mundo infame, eu diria. Não é muito animador, é um mundo mal nascido. Mas existe outro mundo na barriga deste. Esperando... Que é um mundo diferente. Diferente e de parto complicado."

(Eduardo Galeano)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6465576197566733865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6465576197566733865' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6465576197566733865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6465576197566733865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-3_15.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (3)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-7175282833451565802</id><published>2012-01-15T13:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T13:33:04.192-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia (2) - "Manual de Sobrevivência"</title><summary type='text'>"Jamais entre em discussão com idiotas. Faça caretas e simule um ato sexual contra a parede."

(Tirinha dos Malvados)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/7175282833451565802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=7175282833451565802' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7175282833451565802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7175282833451565802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-surreal-do-dia-2-manual-de.html' title='Post surreal do dia (2) - &quot;Manual de Sobrevivência&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-5366378582717893532</id><published>2012-01-15T13:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T13:31:53.533-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Se é tarde me perdoa
Mas eu não sabia que você sabia
Que a vida é tão boa
Se é tarde, me perdoa"

(Trecho de "Se é tarde me perdoa", João Gilberto - composição de Carlos Lyra e Ronaldo Bôscoli)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/5366378582717893532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=5366378582717893532' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5366378582717893532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5366378582717893532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_15.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-8184906170054095386</id><published>2012-01-15T13:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T13:28:12.647-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>"Gave you the space so you could breathe,
I kept my distance so you would be free,
And hope that you find the missing piece,
To bring you back to me,

Why don't you remember?
Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before,
Baby, please remember me once more,

When will I see you again?"

(Trecho de "Don't You Remember", Adele)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8184906170054095386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8184906170054095386' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8184906170054095386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8184906170054095386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia_15.html' title='Post filosófico do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-1021990804587511399</id><published>2012-01-15T13:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:33:26.009-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia</title><summary type='text'>"A arte de viver bem pode ser encontrada
em qualquer lugar."
(Sêneca)
Quando o Pouco é Muito

'Por que você se contenta com tão pouco?'

Essa é a pergunta que muitas pessoas – amigos ou não – me fazem ao verem como tento levar minha vida, em todos os seus aspectos. Elas não entendem como posso ser feliz vivendo uma vida simples e completa de um modo bem diferente do "normal", e se assustam por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1021990804587511399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1021990804587511399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1021990804587511399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1021990804587511399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-surreal-do-dia_15.html' title='Post surreal do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-2429268845610831719</id><published>2012-01-15T12:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:56:20.630-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A tristeza das perdas na vida</title><summary type='text'>- Na Folha: Caso Celso Daniel faz dez anos sem solução
"(...) No próximo dia 20, a morte de Celso Daniel completará dez anos à espera de desfecho na Justiça. Ao longo da década, o crime adquiriu contornos de novela policial.

Sete pessoas ligadas ao caso, entre testemunhas e acusados de participação no crime, morreram no período.

Ex-professor universitário, deputado e prefeito da cidade do ABC [</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/2429268845610831719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=2429268845610831719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2429268845610831719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2429268845610831719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/tristeza-das-perdas-na-vida.html' title='A tristeza das perdas na vida'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-4712003753366379715</id><published>2012-01-13T01:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:49:55.299-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (3) - "Sobre Poetas e Ficcionistas"</title><summary type='text'>"Todos nós somos impossíveis tradutores de sonhos. Na verdade, os sonhos falam em nós o que nenhuma palavra sabe dizer."

(Mia Couto)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/4712003753366379715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=4712003753366379715' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4712003753366379715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4712003753366379715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-3-sobre-poetas-e.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (3) - &quot;Sobre Poetas e Ficcionistas&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-9100740123703320361</id><published>2012-01-13T01:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T02:00:01.169-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>



"Enquanto isso existir, esse sol, esse céu sem nuvens, e desde que eu consiga apreciá-los, como posso ficar triste?"

(Anne Frank)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/9100740123703320361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=9100740123703320361' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/9100740123703320361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/9100740123703320361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_13.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMheBIaM2pA/Tw-kH05obeI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Gly1BSR5JAo/s72-c/ceu800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232541.post-3240237613411083142</id><published>2012-01-13T01:33:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:45:32.174-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas da Alma</title><summary type='text'>Tenho uma querida amiga que não gosta de Legião Urbana. 

Ah, mas ela não sabe o quanto eu sou chato e teimoso persistente.

Ela vai ter que ouvir até gostar. ;-)

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"Vamos chamar nossos amigos
A gente faz uma feijoada
Esquece um pouco do trabalho
E fica de bate-papo
Temos a semana inteira pela frente
Você me conta como foi seu dia
E a gente diz um pro outro:
- Estou com sono, vamos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3240237613411083142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3240237613411083142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3240237613411083142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3240237613411083142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/musicas-da-alma.html' title='Músicas da Alma'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-486342957547478354</id><published>2012-01-13T01:29:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:36:25.772-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Justiça e Igualdade</title><summary type='text'>"Ter a preocupação e o cuidado de valorizar as decisões do dia a dia, sobretudo aquelas que envolvem diretamente os interesses do outro, ajuda a construir uma sociedade mais igualitária, menos voraz com os tidos mais suscetíveis por razões diversas -faixa etária, característica físicas, econômicas etc."

(Jairo Marques, trecho de "Um ano para ser mais justo")Comentário
Nesse ótimo artigo o Jairo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/486342957547478354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=486342957547478354' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/486342957547478354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/486342957547478354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/justica-e-igualdade.html' title='Justiça e Igualdade'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-7527869414896902916</id><published>2012-01-13T01:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:38:46.664-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia (2) - "Meu futuro no hospício está garantido"</title><summary type='text'>Bom, se um dia quando eu for internado em um hospício e a loucura me fizer finalmente escrever um livro - sobre a própria loucura, é claro -, já tenho o título e a capa prontos:


"Escrevo um livro para ver se me livro."
(Adélia Prado)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/7527869414896902916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=7527869414896902916' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7527869414896902916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7527869414896902916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-surreal-do-dia-2-meu-futuro-no.html' title='Post surreal do dia (2) - &quot;Meu futuro no hospício está garantido&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QW2j_Gye49c/Tw9-63-wZTI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uHih8yc1ycU/s72-c/meditacoesplutonianas-capa002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232541.post-2210690645527365184</id><published>2012-01-13T01:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:37:30.922-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia - "Deixar em paz"</title><summary type='text'>"Confesso que não costumo rezar, desaprendi as orações da minha juventude e, principalmente, não tenho a quem rezar nem a quem pedir nada, a não ser que me deixem em paz, não na paz do Senhor, mas na minha própria paz."

(Carlos Heitor Cony)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/2210690645527365184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=2210690645527365184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2210690645527365184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2210690645527365184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-deixar-em-paz.html' title='Post filosófico do dia - &quot;Deixar em paz&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-2654391519318931079</id><published>2012-01-13T01:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:37:13.500-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia - "Diálogos Malucos no Puteiro"</title><summary type='text'>— "Me paga uma bebida, gato?"
— "Eu, 'gato'? (risos) Olha, desculpa, sei que é teu trabalho fazer isso. Mas eu só tenho cara de trouxa."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/2654391519318931079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=2654391519318931079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2654391519318931079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2654391519318931079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-surreal-do-dia-dialogos-malucos-no.html' title='Post surreal do dia - &quot;Diálogos Malucos no Puteiro&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-7575941041477858726</id><published>2012-01-13T01:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:40:04.584-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidariedade</title><summary type='text'>"Tenho tudo que quero. Se eu tivesse um milhão de dólares a mais minha vida não seria diferente. Já sou privilegiada. Não quero melhorar de vida, quero que aqueles que estão numa situação muito menos privilegiada que a minha melhorem de vida."

(Lola, em trecho de "Insultar ou aplaudir mulheres ricas, o culto ao capitalismo" - o grifo em negrito é meu)Comentário
O blog da Lola ("Escreva, Lola, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/7575941041477858726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=7575941041477858726' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7575941041477858726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7575941041477858726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/solidariedade.html' title='Solidariedade'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-7041227239058486561</id><published>2012-01-05T03:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:30:43.532-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (4)</title><summary type='text'>"Esteja certo: Se hoje você se divertiu enquanto deixou alguém se sentindo uma merda, amanhã será você a grande merda. Não é praga, é roda viva."

(Gisele Rodrigues, @giselefor)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/7041227239058486561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=7041227239058486561' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7041227239058486561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7041227239058486561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-4.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (4)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-1867909234463841856</id><published>2012-01-05T03:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:23:41.266-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia</title><summary type='text'>"O álcool é o Gelol da alma."
(Frase do Zuza, amigo de André Dahmer)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1867909234463841856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1867909234463841856' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1867909234463841856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1867909234463841856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-surreal-do-dia.html' title='Post surreal do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-6361346242550529700</id><published>2012-01-05T03:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:20:12.237-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (3)</title><summary type='text'>"Eu tive fora uns dias
Numa onda diferente
E provei tantas frutas
Que te deixariam tonta
Eu nem te falei
Da vertigem que se sente

Eu nem te falei
Que eu te procurei
Pra me confessar
Eu chorava de amor
E não porque sofria"

(Trecho de "Uns Dias", Os Paralamas do Sucesso)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6361346242550529700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6361346242550529700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6361346242550529700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6361346242550529700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-3.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (3)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-826506545449040763</id><published>2012-01-05T03:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:17:59.248-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Que beleza é sentir a natureza
Ter certeza pr'onde vai
E de onde vem
Que beleza é vir da pureza
E sem medo distinguir
O mal e o bem..."

(Trecho de "Imunização Racional", Tim Maia)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/826506545449040763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=826506545449040763' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/826506545449040763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/826506545449040763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia-2.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-8692315242453578450</id><published>2012-01-05T03:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:10:23.479-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>"I really don't like your point of view
I know you'll never change
Stinging me with your attitude
I've got the mind to walk away."

(Trecho de "Skinny Genes", Eliza Doolittle)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8692315242453578450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8692315242453578450' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8692315242453578450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8692315242453578450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-filosofico-do-dia.html' title='Post filosófico do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-9174782393368283732</id><published>2011-12-31T04:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T09:44:14.795-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recesso do Caia Na Real</title><summary type='text'>

Algumas semanas de isolamento com meditações plutonianas e malucas no mundo dos livros, botecos e músicas. Como não sei se vou achar uma conexão com a Internet, fica o aviso do meu sumiço.

E, se a nave-mãe de Plutão finalmente vier me buscar... Aquele abraço pra vocês.


"Colecione momentos, não coisas."
(Autor desconhecido)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/9174782393368283732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=9174782393368283732' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/9174782393368283732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/9174782393368283732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/recesso-do-caia-na-real.html' title='Recesso do Caia Na Real'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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/-x0zuE4h0r_k/TvjI5i31eTI/AAAAAAAAATU/GDIbSGVcR4M/s72-c/momentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232541.post-3094258235520010855</id><published>2011-12-31T03:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:32:37.402-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Não só eu sou infeliz. A todos os homens são frustradas
as suas esperanças, enganados nas suas expectativas."
(Goethe)

"Eu escrevo para parar de sofrer."
(Rubem Alves)
"Laços Curtos de Amizade"

Nunca conseguimos conversar com entrega total;
Trocávamos, sim, experiências de vida e momentos.
Mas não havia liberdade real para falar de sentimentos,
Nem a cumplicidade de uma amizade incondicional.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3094258235520010855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3094258235520010855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3094258235520010855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3094258235520010855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_31.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-100640339859358787</id><published>2011-12-31T03:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T09:43:56.164-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia - "Caminhadas Verdadeiras"</title><summary type='text'>"O andar de que falo eu, nada tem a ver com exercício, nem a isso se destina; não é como o remédio que os doentes tomam a determinadas horas, nem como os halteres para o desenvolvimento muscular. É antes o motivo e a aventura do dia. Se quiserdes exercícios, procurai as fontes da vida."

(Henry Thoreau)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/100640339859358787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=100640339859358787' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/100640339859358787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/100640339859358787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia-caminhadas.html' title='Post filosófico do dia - &quot;Caminhadas Verdadeiras&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-2557766758827320747</id><published>2011-12-31T03:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:28:22.316-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Afastamentos necessários</title><summary type='text'>"(...) Quando cortei você do MSN, entrei em crise de abstinência, que falta você me fez... Mas do seu silêncio imposto, outra voz pôde ser ouvida e essa voz me lambeu sem travas, sem nenhuma das travas que existem tão bem estruturadas em você. Tenho de admitir, portanto, que me afastar de você me fez bem. 

Não há razão para um corte absoluto, não pretendo nem quero te transformar em inexistência</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/2557766758827320747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=2557766758827320747' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2557766758827320747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2557766758827320747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/afastamentos-necessarios.html' title='Afastamentos necessários'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-1137820507573924128</id><published>2011-12-30T19:10:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:26:23.178-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (5)</title><summary type='text'>- No YouTube: 3 a 1 com Rubem Alves, Rogério de Almeida e Gabriel Perissé

Comentário
Essa entrevista com o grande Rubem Alves está impagável. O melhor é quando ele fala da vagabundagem:
"Quero chegar ao estágio de vagabundagem. A vagabundagem tem que ser incluída nas virtudes cardeais." (Rubem Alves)Assino embaixo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1137820507573924128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1137820507573924128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1137820507573924128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1137820507573924128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia-5.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (5)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-7181722631408109368</id><published>2011-12-30T19:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:17:10.732-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (4)</title><summary type='text'>"Amigo, para mim, é diferente. Não é um ajuste de um dar serviço ao outro, e receber, e saírem por este mundo, barganhando ajudas, ainda que sendo com o fazer a injustiça aos demais. Amigo, para mim, é só isto: é a pessoa com quem a gente gosta de conversar, do igual o igual, desarmado. O de que um tira prazer de estar próximo. Só isto, quase; e os todos sacrifícios. Ou – amigo – é que a gente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/7181722631408109368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=7181722631408109368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7181722631408109368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7181722631408109368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia-4_30.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (4)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-2937242943019930487</id><published>2011-12-30T19:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:17:04.266-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (3)</title><summary type='text'>"Algum veneno uma vez por outra, é coisa que proporciona agradáveis sonhos."
(Nietzsche)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/2937242943019930487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=2937242943019930487' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2937242943019930487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2937242943019930487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia-3_30.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (3)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-102120716914624646</id><published>2011-12-30T18:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:16:53.543-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobertas de fim de ano</title><summary type='text'>"Fiz um breve e honesto exame de consciência e descobri que eu morri e os outros ainda pensam que estou vivo, me cobram coisas que não gosto de fazer, mandam-me cartões de Natal me desejando saúde, felicidade e prosperidade no ano que vai entrar.

Os mais desinformados chegam a me pedir um prefácio para os livros que estão escrevendo. Viver é um saco mais cheio do que o saco do Papai Noel."

(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/102120716914624646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=102120716914624646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/102120716914624646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/102120716914624646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/descobertas-de-fim-de-ano.html' title='Descobertas de fim de ano'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-5191071313663933834</id><published>2011-12-30T18:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:16:12.188-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Atenção tripulação: álcool em automático."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/5191071313663933834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=5191071313663933834' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5191071313663933834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5191071313663933834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-surreal-do-dia-2_30.html' title='Post surreal do dia (2)'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-2752314705021176663</id><published>2011-12-30T18:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:16:08.148-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2) - "Compaixão"</title><summary type='text'>"Devemos criar condições sociais para que as pessoas possam viver com dignidade, com menos medo. Buda, Jesus e Gandhi tinham uma mensagem que, em um ponto crucial, era a mesma: respeitem-se uns aos outros, tenham compaixão."

(Marcelo Gleiser)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/2752314705021176663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=2752314705021176663' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2752314705021176663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/2752314705021176663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia-2-compaixao.html' title='Post filosófico do dia (2) - &quot;Compaixão&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-8391163116498319506</id><published>2011-12-30T18:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:16:05.383-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia - "Dependência"</title><summary type='text'>"Não se esqueça, trabalho é saúde. Deixe o seu para os doentes."
(Anônimo)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8391163116498319506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8391163116498319506' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8391163116498319506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8391163116498319506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia-dependencia.html' title='Post filosófico do dia - &quot;Dependência&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-5019280417397605784</id><published>2011-12-30T18:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T02:40:56.674-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia</title><summary type='text'>"Se eu começo a beber pela manhã, de tarde o mundo já está mais justo e bonito."
(Dos Malvados)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/5019280417397605784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=5019280417397605784' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5019280417397605784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5019280417397605784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-surreal-do-dia_30.html' title='Post surreal do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-589029375812026266</id><published>2011-12-30T18:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T13:39:41.948-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Você ainda confia na imprensa e nas previsões dos economistas?</title><summary type='text'>Vejamos: basta citar dois artigos de jornal deste ano (um de janeiro, outro de dezembro) para demonstrar um pouco da visão frágil das análises econômicas, e como as supostas "certezas do mercado", endossadas por colunistas (no caso, Vinicius Torres Freire, da Folha de S.Paulo), podem gerar um absurdo (e falso) alarmismo, propagado pela imprensa:

- Em 23 de janeiro de 2011, a certeza "aritmética"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/589029375812026266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=589029375812026266' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/589029375812026266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/589029375812026266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/voce-ainda-confia-na-imprensa-e-nas.html' title='Você ainda confia na imprensa e nas previsões dos economistas?'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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-3232541.post-6646226123628573939</id><published>2011-12-27T05:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T07:06:33.589-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>

"We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems."

(Arthur O'Shaughnessy)


(Imagem de Manuel Rebollo)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6646226123628573939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6646226123628573939' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6646226123628573939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6646226123628573939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia_27.html' title='Post filosófico do dia'/><author><name>Carlos Curro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154829871308956239</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/-O0BK4VzESUk/TvjHnwz0lSI/AAAAAAAAATI/JIq-ILBOmZA/s72-c/dreamers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
