<?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-5384684315562010895</id><updated>2012-02-28T01:25:26.479-03:00</updated><category term='Diôgenes Laêrtios'/><category term='dominicana'/><category term='Futuro'/><category term='Violeiro'/><category term='Felicidade.'/><title type='text'>AERRE-2</title><subtitle type='html'>Tantíssimos rumos! Longa estrada, semeada de "recuerdos"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alarcón</name><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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384684315562010895.post-4023459623611053532</id><published>2011-05-23T11:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:12:29.458-03:00</updated><title type='text'>(6 não lidos) - sanlu403 - Yahoo! Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://br.mg2.mail.yahoo.com/neo/launch?.rand=47drp2ukt0m6l"&gt;(6 não lidos) - sanlu403 - Yahoo! Mail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384684315562010895-4023459623611053532?l=aerredois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://br.mg2.mail.yahoo.com/neo/launch?.rand=47drp2ukt0m6l' title='(6 não lidos) - sanlu403 - Yahoo! 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Mail'/><author><name>alarcón</name><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-5384684315562010895.post-7786100480554600443</id><published>2010-10-28T16:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:50:14.706-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Circunstâncias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assasinaram o camarão e agora o polvo vidente morreu. Só ficam as lulas?&lt;/p&gt;referente a: &lt;a href='http://br.calendar.yahoo.com/YYY,f0a406/srt,0/?v=6&amp;amp;t=1288280857&amp;amp;pv=0&amp;amp;i=0'&gt;Yahoo! 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Se correr o bicho pega! É uma estória que se enSerra?&lt;/p&gt;referente a: &lt;a href='http://br.mg2.mail.yahoo.com/dc/launch?.gx=1&amp;amp;.rand=627n6fisk2plg'&gt;Yahoo! 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É o meu modo de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem que ter uma válvula de escape: &lt;br /&gt;arco, flechas e tacape que lhe sirvam de saída &lt;br /&gt;nesta luta pela vida e em momentos de sufoco.&lt;br /&gt;Sete dias ainda é pouco para ver outros caminhos, &lt;br /&gt;merecer outros carinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, assim eu quebro a rotina e a mesmice.&lt;br /&gt;Ruim não é! Quem foi que disse que é gesto tresloucado?&lt;br /&gt;Melhor que ficar parado esperando o sol da tarde. &lt;br /&gt;Atitude de covarde, que não luta por si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Por isto dou de sumir e o faço por amplas horas.&lt;br /&gt;Pego a rédea e meto esporas nas gordas ancas do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Devagar ou a galope o ar da noite me entope o pulmão escancarado.&lt;br /&gt;De luar fico encharcado e o silêncio intoxica.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, de alguma forma fica o gosto da liberdade, &lt;br /&gt;a sensação da maldade (maldade no bom sentido), &lt;br /&gt;como quem, por ser sofrido, escapasse outra vez &lt;br /&gt;do amargor de um desencanto e assim poupasse outro pranto, &lt;br /&gt;que é bom reservar pro fim.&lt;br /&gt;Por isto é que eu sou assim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384684315562010895-6854120403969115678?l=aerredois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/feeds/6854120403969115678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384684315562010895&amp;postID=6854120403969115678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/6854120403969115678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/6854120403969115678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/2010/06/recolhimento.html' title='RECOLHIMENTO'/><author><name>alarcón</name><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-5384684315562010895.post-7692962840422068465</id><published>2009-01-11T20:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:32:37.091-02:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDA NOVA</title><content type='html'>Ano Novo, Vida Nova. É o mote. Acabei de ler que a vida é aquilo que acontece no momento em que estamos planejando o futuro. A propósito, existe um movimento muito interessante na Europa, algo parecido com "slow Europe" ou "slow food", que é a contraposição filosófica e comportamental ao "fast food" ou ao "do it now" dos apressados norte-americanos. A idéia é fazer tudo devagar, curtindo cada ato, cada gesto, cada momento, curtindo a vida, cada movimento. No fundo, é extrair de tudo que o precisa ser feito um suco de prazer. Em outras palavras, é a decantada "apologia da lentidão", forma de reverter esse andamento rascunhado da vida que a gente anda levando. Passar a limpo. Fazer bem feito, devagar, prestando atenção.É um retorno ao âmago das coisas. Não ficar só na superfície.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384684315562010895-7692962840422068465?l=aerredois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://aerre.zip.net' title='VIDA NOVA'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/feeds/7692962840422068465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384684315562010895&amp;postID=7692962840422068465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/7692962840422068465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/7692962840422068465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/2009/01/vida-nova.html' title='VIDA NOVA'/><author><name>alarcón</name><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-5384684315562010895.post-6542252605845812919</id><published>2008-08-16T00:51:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:08:56.350-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade.'/><title type='text'>COMBATE À INFELICIDADE!</title><content type='html'>Nascemos infelizes. É da nossa essência, da nossa natureza. Ser feliz é saber apequenar essa tal infelicidade. É gradual. O tempo sábio responde, mas exige paciência. Conforme a idade - dizem - a conformidade. Minimizam-se as causas da infelicidade pela força da idade, da tolerância, da paciência, da humildade e do amor. Ser feliz é saber afastar as causas da infelicidade. Quais causas? As minhas manobro, pois desvendei. As suas não sei, pois não alcanço. Cada um tem sua lenda. Cada um tem suas causas. Cada qual tem o grau de infelicidade que merece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384684315562010895-6542252605845812919?l=aerredois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/feeds/6542252605845812919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384684315562010895&amp;postID=6542252605845812919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/6542252605845812919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/6542252605845812919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/2008/08/combate-infelicidade.html' title='COMBATE À INFELICIDADE!'/><author><name>alarcón</name><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-5384684315562010895.post-806301014798521564</id><published>2008-05-25T08:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:09:48.100-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Futuro'/><title type='text'>TEMPO PERDIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Saber do humano, e o para onde ele vai, é suco &amp;amp; bagaço, aroma &amp;amp; perfume, inquietude, querência, esperança e devir. Jogar futuro com blefes passados, sem cacife atual, é ignaro, cegueira, brenfas &amp;amp; desoras. Tempo perdido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384684315562010895-806301014798521564?l=aerredois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://aerre.zipt.net' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/feeds/806301014798521564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384684315562010895&amp;postID=806301014798521564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/806301014798521564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/806301014798521564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/2008/05/tempo-perdido.html' title='TEMPO PERDIDO'/><author><name>alarcón</name><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-5384684315562010895.post-4275904695112518525</id><published>2008-05-23T08:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:03:11.287-03:00</updated><title type='text'>REPERCUSSÕES</title><content type='html'>Violência percutida. Antes, quem tinha plano, projeto, idéia, intenção ou querência, sondava. Pensava envolvidos, interessados, divergentes, oponentes, pares e impares. Que nem rio desvencilhava, contornava, meandrava, e ia. Hoje, que vai atropela, passa por cima, transgride, machuca, fere, desconfia, elimina. Cortesia já era. Gentileza não há. Poesia é boiola. Delicado é retroz. Educado é anão. Dedicado é aprendiz. Resta tranco, chute, tapa, cuspe, beiço,  força, ciúme, esperteza, cinismo e... antolhos. Sinal???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384684315562010895-4275904695112518525?l=aerredois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://aerre.zip.net' title='REPERCUSSÕES'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/feeds/4275904695112518525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384684315562010895&amp;postID=4275904695112518525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/4275904695112518525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/4275904695112518525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/2008/05/repercusses.html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;O Margarina -- que nem tem cacife para ser Mantega -- disse que as assertivas lulinas natalícias positivas, proferidas no lusco-fusco de 2007, referiam-se só àquele exercício. Por estarmos já em 2008, podem perfeitamente ser negativadas. Ou seja: o-que-você-diz-em-31-de-dezembro-não-vale-para-01-de-janeiro. E dê-lhe pacote! Dê-lhe IOF! Dê-lhe traíra! Dê-lhe óleo de peroba! Santo Deus! E pensar que tem gente dessa laia por aí, mandando no Governo. Pobre de nós, que nem escolhemos o cara, que nem é daqui. Veio da &lt;em&gt;bota&lt;/em&gt;, para acertar nossos fundilhos. A gente não merece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384684315562010895-8141126810132827676?l=aerredois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/feeds/8141126810132827676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384684315562010895&amp;postID=8141126810132827676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/8141126810132827676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/8141126810132827676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/2008/01/um-sete-um-ao-cubo.html' title='Um Sete Um ao Cubo'/><author><name>alarcón</name><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-5384684315562010895.post-5288535160961882319</id><published>2008-01-06T03:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T03:21:16.314-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sete um</title><content type='html'>Há poucos dias ele disse que ninguém seria louco de criar novos tributos  para a compensar a CPMF. Agora chega esse pacotaço não discutido, não joeirado, empurrado assim goela abaixo. É perigoso o momento em que o poder exacerba e distancia o homem da própria realidade. É a hora do cinismo. É a medida do prepotência. De fato, são todos uns picaretas! O pior é que quem chega adere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384684315562010895-5288535160961882319?l=aerredois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/feeds/5288535160961882319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384684315562010895&amp;postID=5288535160961882319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/5288535160961882319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/5288535160961882319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/2008/01/um-sete-um.html' title='Um sete um'/><author><name>alarcón</name><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-5384684315562010895.post-6656312853671269708</id><published>2007-07-22T20:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:38:35.114-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominicana'/><title type='text'>A Filosofia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Segundo alguns autores o estudo da filosofia começou entre os &lt;em&gt;bárbaros&lt;/em&gt; (para os gregos antigos, povos que não falavam a lingua grega e a expressão não era necessariamente pejorativa). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Os persas tiveram seus magos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Babilônios ou assírios tiveram seus caldeus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Indianos tiveram seus ginosofistas (literalmente "&lt;em&gt;sábios nús&lt;/em&gt;"). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Celtas e gálatas tiveram os druídas ou veneráveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas com os helenos é que começou não somente a filosofia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;mas a própria raça humana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Vidas e Doutrinas dos filósofos ilustres - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diôgenes Laêrtius&lt;/em&gt; - Ed UnB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384684315562010895-6656312853671269708?l=aerredois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/feeds/6656312853671269708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384684315562010895&amp;postID=6656312853671269708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/6656312853671269708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/6656312853671269708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/2007/07/filosofia.html' title='A Filosofia'/><author><name>alarcón</name><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-5384684315562010895.post-1425850176399195926</id><published>2007-01-24T23:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:52:30.629-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trajetos de Platão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aos 20 anos Platão tornou-se discípulo de Sócrates. Quando este morreu passou a seguir Crátilos, adepto da filosofia de Herácleitos, e Hormógenes, praticante da filosofia de Parmênides. Aos 28 retirou-se para Mêgara com outros discípulos de Sócrates, indo juntar-se a Eucleides. Em seguida foi para Cirene em visita ao matemático Teôdoros e de lá à Itália, a fim de encontrar-se com os pitagóricos Filôlaos e Êuritos. Da Itália seguiu para o Egito, em visita aos profetas, acompanhado de Eurípedes, que lá adoeceu e foi curado pelos sacerdotes. Homero afirma, na &lt;em&gt;Odisséia&lt;/em&gt;, que todos os homens do Egito eram médicos. De regresso a Atenas Platão passava o tempo na &lt;em&gt;hecademia&lt;/em&gt;, um ginásio atlético, fora da cidade, assim chamado por causa do herói Hecádemus. Foi quando misturou as doutrinas heraclíticas (teoria do sensível), pitagóricas (teoria do inteligível) e socráticas (filosofia política).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384684315562010895-1425850176399195926?l=aerredois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/feeds/1425850176399195926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384684315562010895&amp;postID=1425850176399195926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/1425850176399195926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/1425850176399195926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/2007/01/trajetos-de-plato.html' title='Trajetos de Platão'/><author><name>alarcón</name><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-5384684315562010895.post-2712621739641190559</id><published>2007-01-20T10:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:00:29.331-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bias (570 AC), filho de Teutames, nascido rico em Priene, foi o primeiro dos 7 Sábios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Disse que preferia decidir uma divergência entre dois inimigos do que entre dois amigos. No primeiro caso irira fazer de um dos inimigos um amigo. No segundo caso tinha certeza de que iria transformar um dos amigos em inimigo. Disse que não é de bom alvitre louvar um homem indigno só por causa da sua riqueza. Devemos vencer pela persuasão e não pela força. Devemos fazer da sabedoria nossa provisão de viagem desde a juventude até a velhice, pois ela merece mais confiança que todos os outros bens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sua máxima era: "&lt;em&gt;Os homens, em sua marioria, são maus&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Afirma-se que foi um advogado eficiente, daí a seguinte referência de Demôdicos (ou Demôdocos) de Leros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Se por acaso fores juiz, aplica a justiça como se faz em Priene&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os habitantes de Priene consagraram-lhe um recinto denominado Teutâmeios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384684315562010895-2712621739641190559?l=aerredois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/feeds/2712621739641190559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384684315562010895&amp;postID=2712621739641190559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/2712621739641190559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/2712621739641190559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/2007/01/bias-570-ac-filho-de-teutames-nascido.html' title=''/><author><name>alarcón</name><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-5384684315562010895.post-5633262792283886094</id><published>2007-01-18T15:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T09:54:01.076-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diôgenes Laêrtios'/><title type='text'>Thales, um dos 7 Sábios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thales, que estava no apogeu em 585 A.C., era um dos 7 Sábios e foi o primeiro a receber esse nome: sábio (segundo Platão). Descobriu a Ursa Maior, foi o primeiro a estudar astronomia, a predizer eclipses do sol, a determinar os solstícios. Foi o primeiro a sustentar a imortalidade da alma. Definiu a altura das pirâmides pela sombra das mesmas, medindo a própria sombra. Legou as seguintes máximas: "&lt;em&gt;Deus é o mais antigo dos seres pois é incriado; Mais belo é o universo pois é obra de Deus; Maior é o espaço pois contém todas as coisas; Mais veloz é o espírito pois corre para tudo; Mais forte é a necessidade pois domina tudo; Mais sábio é o tempo que revela tudo&lt;/em&gt;". É dele o provérbio "&lt;em&gt;Conhece-te a ti mesmo&lt;/em&gt;!". Era da família dos Telidas (ou Nelidas?), de origem fenícia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384684315562010895-5633262792283886094?l=aerredois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/feeds/5633262792283886094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384684315562010895&amp;postID=5633262792283886094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/5633262792283886094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384684315562010895/posts/default/5633262792283886094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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sentimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem é, Senhor, que quando tudo dorme e descansa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anda ao relento esta plangente música tocando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;com tamanha expressão de sentimento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abro a janela e luto... luto por ouví-la melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;porém lá fora reina um silêncio inquebrantável, bruto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ninguém a tocar passa nesta hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E só então percebo que a música que escuto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é do meu próprio coração que chora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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Muíbo Curi'/><author><name>alarcón</name><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-5384684315562010895.post-539927981682243592</id><published>2007-01-16T19:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:59:25.279-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltas que o mundo dá</title><content type='html'>Enquanto você passava&lt;br /&gt;desdenhosa e tão metida,&lt;br /&gt;eu, embora apaixonado,&lt;br /&gt;cuidava da minha vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384684315562010895-539927981682243592?l=aerredois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerredois.blogspot.com/feeds/539927981682243592/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384684315562010895.post-6884956065537130638</id><published>2007-01-15T01:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:58:53.873-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominicana'/><title type='text'>Vida de carreiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O carro vinha cantando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na tarde quente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;findante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o carreiro convencido, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dominador do berrante,&lt;br /&gt;queria que todos vissem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a proeza desse ofício,&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe contando prosa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que não era tão difícil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é viver, seu moço, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;correndo pra todo lado,&lt;br /&gt;suportando indiferença &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de parceiro incomodado,&lt;br /&gt;pois o carro dele mente, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não avisa na chegada&lt;br /&gt;como esse aqui que eu tenho, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conhecido da moçada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois sempre que vou chegando, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todos sabem que sou eu,&lt;br /&gt;eu que sou mais conhecido &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Juca&lt;/span&gt; de Romeu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carreio desde menino, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ofício que herdei de pai&lt;br /&gt;que me disse no princípio: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Se não quer, filho, não vai&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu fui sertão afora, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com dez bois de boa cria,&lt;br /&gt;puxando esse carro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que é meu só, mais de Maria,&lt;br /&gt;não devo nada a ninguém, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o devido tá quitado.&lt;br /&gt;Adeus, já &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tô&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; indo embora, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; posso ficar parado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384684315562010895-6884956065537130638?l=aerredois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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