<?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>2012-02-01T17:37:09.287-02:00</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>4951</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><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

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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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232541.post-8612329614015748052</id><published>2011-12-27T05:01:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T05:23:53.755-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia (2) - "Contos e Diálogos Malucos"</title><summary type='text'>Local: um boteco qualquer em sampa
Horário: 23h
Clima: chuvoso
Som ambiente: The Doors
Nas TVs: Futebol Americano NFL e Basquete NBA
PRIMEIRO ATO - CENA UM

Duas mulheres se cumprimentam e se abraçam com muito entusiasmo, provavelmente não se viam há muito tempo. Na empolgação, uma delas sai pulando e dançando de um jeito estranho e doido. Ao término da euforia, ela sente uma possível vergonha e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8612329614015748052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8612329614015748052' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8612329614015748052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8612329614015748052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-surreal-do-dia-2-contos-e-dialogos.html' title='Post surreal do dia (2) - &quot;Contos e 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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232541.post-8298210272731519395</id><published>2011-12-27T04:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T04:56:53.484-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia - "Plutão na mídia"</title><summary type='text'>- Na Folha: Plutão pode ter moléculas orgânicas complexas
"A superfície de Plutão pode conter moléculas orgânicas complexas - espécie de 'tijolos' que são fundamentais para a construção da vida como a conhecemos -, afirma um novo estudo. (...)

A grande distância entre a Terra e Plutão ainda impõe muitas dificuldades ao estudo do planeta-anão. Os mistérios sobre esse corpo celeste devem começar a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8298210272731519395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8298210272731519395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8298210272731519395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8298210272731519395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-surreal-do-dia-plutao-na-midia.html' title='Post surreal do dia - &quot;Plutão na mídia&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-6552655075035374088</id><published>2011-12-27T04:54:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T05:50:40.634-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O hipócrita mercado ditando as regras para um país soberano</title><summary type='text'>“(...) No regime de metas para inflação, não interessa à autoridade monetária surpreender os agentes econômicos. O regime se baseia, essencialmente, no gerenciamento de expectativas. Quanto mais as expectativas dos agentes convergem para as projeções do Banco Central, maiores são as chances de o cenário macroeconômico oficial materializar-se e, portanto, de a política de combate à inflação ser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6552655075035374088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6552655075035374088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6552655075035374088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6552655075035374088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-hipocrita-mercado-ditando-as-regras.html' title='O hipócrita mercado ditando as regras para um país soberano'/><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-8787888974248582812</id><published>2011-12-24T17:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T17:18:19.576-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Nossa bagagem maltratada fora empilhada na calçada novamente; nós tínhamos mais caminhos para percorrer. Mas não importa, a estrada é a vida."

(Jack Kerouac)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8787888974248582812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8787888974248582812' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8787888974248582812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8787888974248582812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_24.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-3485099435187640501</id><published>2011-12-24T16:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:57:17.223-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>"Com silencioso corpo
repousas na areia ao meu lado,
Superestrelada."

(Paul Celan)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3485099435187640501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3485099435187640501' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3485099435187640501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3485099435187640501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia_24.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-6258288295993202460</id><published>2011-12-24T16:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:56:32.091-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia (2) - Especial de Natal</title><summary type='text'>"O Natal não é momento para arrependimentos. Isso fica para os aniversários de casamento."
(Al Bundy)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6258288295993202460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6258288295993202460' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6258288295993202460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6258288295993202460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-surreal-do-dia-2-especial-de-natal.html' title='Post surreal do dia (2) - Especial de Natal'/><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-8096963614617170661</id><published>2011-12-24T16:54:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:54:50.941-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia - "Diálogos Malucos"</title><summary type='text'>Diálogo de mujeres:

— "Posso ver seu álbum de fotos?"
— "Claro."
— "Que fotos são essas?"
— "Ah, essas são as fotos do meu Cagamento. E aqui estão as da minha Lua de Merda."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8096963614617170661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8096963614617170661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8096963614617170661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8096963614617170661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-surreal-do-dia-dialogos-malucos_24.html' title='Post surreal do dia - &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-1465706872164338664</id><published>2011-12-23T13:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T13:59:00.993-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vigilância e Moral</title><summary type='text'>"(...) Existem situações --normalmente aquelas envolvendo o Estado e cidadãos--, em que a vigilância eletrônica favorece bons comportamentos, mas, em outras --notadamente as mais privadas, como entre pais e filhos, marido e mulher--, ela estraga a ideia de desenvolvimento moral, a qual, embora utópica, funciona como uma bússola, satisfazendo nossas intuições sobre dever e liberdade.

Retornando à</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1465706872164338664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1465706872164338664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1465706872164338664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1465706872164338664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/vigilancia-e-moral.html' title='Vigilância e Moral'/><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-3196454366223167188</id><published>2011-12-23T13:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T13:44:23.120-02:00</updated><title type='text'>As "úteis" previsões dos economistas</title><summary type='text'>"Delfim Netto, um raro professor de Economia capaz de expor cruamente as deficiências da profissão, publicou em sua coluna mais recente na Folha um quadrinho com a mediana das previsões dos economistas, no último dia do ano passado, comparando-as com os resultados --quase definitivos-- colhidos a 16 de dezembro.

Como era previsível, todas as previsões foram erradas, todas. (...)

Sempre que ler </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3196454366223167188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3196454366223167188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3196454366223167188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3196454366223167188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-uteis-previsoes-dos-economistas.html' title='As &quot;úteis&quot; 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-7833220929529471402</id><published>2011-12-23T05:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T05:56:01.743-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (3)</title><summary type='text'>"Fill my heart with song and
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars"

(Trecho de "Fly Me To The Moon", na voz de Diana Krall - composição de Bart Howard)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/7833220929529471402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=7833220929529471402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7833220929529471402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7833220929529471402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia-3_23.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-695401284972010396</id><published>2011-12-23T05:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T05:54:10.647-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Não, não, ele não esqueceu a mocinha, mas devia tê-la esquecido: todo homem é uma ilha, vamos deixar de poesia."

(Rubem Fonseca, no conto "Curriculum Vitae")</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/695401284972010396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=695401284972010396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/695401284972010396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/695401284972010396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_23.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-6552595012235929526</id><published>2011-12-23T05:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T05:52:51.073-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>Muié-da-perna-cruzada</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6552595012235929526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6552595012235929526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6552595012235929526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6552595012235929526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-surreal-do-dia-2_23.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-8129628925903164958</id><published>2011-12-23T05:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:54:29.526-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>"(...) Eu e meu noivo estávamos ocupados demais um com o outro para prestar atenção aos movimentos do viajante. Nós costumávamos encontrar com ele às vezes durante os nossos passeios pela floresta, sempre sentado e lendo em completa solidão. Ao nos ver por perto, ele invariavelmente guardava o livro no bolso. Eu me lembro de uma ocasião em que nos deparamos com ele tão subitamente que o volume </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8129628925903164958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8129628925903164958' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8129628925903164958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8129628925903164958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia_23.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-5105996711387438373</id><published>2011-12-23T05:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T05:50:05.663-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia - "Contos Malucos"</title><summary type='text'>"Só se vê com o coração. O essencial é invisível para os olhos."
(Rubem Alves)
"Despedida"

Estava sendo uma noite maravilhosa, mas ele sabia que em algum momento ela acabaria. E acabou.

Deixaram-no em sua casa, ele se despediu de todos, agradeceu pela carona. Eles o convidaram para numa próxima vez visitá-los na cidade deles, e eles lhe pagariam um jantar. Eram boas pessoas, pensou o rapaz.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/5105996711387438373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=5105996711387438373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5105996711387438373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/5105996711387438373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232541.post-3196376293868092625</id><published>2011-12-22T11:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T11:51:23.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia - "Perda da Essência Humana"</title><summary type='text'>"Alguns perdem toda a razão e se tornam apenas alma, insanos.
Alguns perdem toda a alma e se tornam apenas razão, intelectuais.
Alguns perdem ambos e se tornam aceitos."

(Charles Bukowski)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3196376293868092625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3196376293868092625' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3196376293868092625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3196376293868092625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-surreal-do-dia-perda-da-essencia.html' title='Post surreal do dia - &quot;Perda da Essência Humana&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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232541.post-8578416475197041180</id><published>2011-12-22T11:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T11:03:53.098-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O respeito à dignidade do ser humano</title><summary type='text'>"(...) Por que não podemos estuprar quem desejamos ou matar quem odiamos? Porque isso nos devolveria a um estado de natureza. Temos de reprimir nossos instintos e, assim, abrir mão de nossa liberdade. Nesse processo, é necessário enxergar o outro como uma pessoa, um semelhante, alguém com direitos, para que o pacto se torne possível. Por que, então, é aceitável que alguém filme a cena de um ser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8578416475197041180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8578416475197041180' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8578416475197041180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8578416475197041180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-respeito-dignidade-do-ser-humano.html' title='O respeito à dignidade do ser humano'/><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-3662807042931570533</id><published>2011-12-22T02:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T02:13:38.373-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>"Não sou eu que escrevo, são meus livros que me escrevem."
(Clarice Lispector)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3662807042931570533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3662807042931570533' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3662807042931570533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3662807042931570533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia_22.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-1989485659716266395</id><published>2011-12-22T02:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T02:11:43.967-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Falácia do Modelo Concentrador-Exportador</title><summary type='text'>"(...) A médio prazo uma política de crescimento voltada para o mercado interno é tão inviável quanto a alternativa de uma economia voltada para as exportações. Mercado interno e exportações precisam crescer concomitantemente.

Uma política que combina apreciação cambial com aumento nominal de salários é suicida no médio prazo porque em pouco tempo empresas menos eficientes que as nossas ocuparão</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1989485659716266395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1989485659716266395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1989485659716266395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1989485659716266395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/falacia-do-modelo-concentrador.html' title='A Falácia do Modelo Concentrador-Exportador'/><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-4026243285876556153</id><published>2011-12-21T17:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:41:13.204-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>"O justo é sumamente sereno, o injusto cheio da maior perturbação."
(Epicuro)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/4026243285876556153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=4026243285876556153' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4026243285876556153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4026243285876556153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia_21.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-4081327069687968300</id><published>2011-12-21T17:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:39:46.700-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia - "Direto de Sampa"</title><summary type='text'>Half-and-half</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/4081327069687968300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=4081327069687968300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4081327069687968300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4081327069687968300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-surreal-do-dia-direto-de-sampa.html' title='Post surreal do dia - &quot;Direto de Sampa&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-9025380011730186490</id><published>2011-12-20T01:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:56:21.846-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Prefiro me desinventar do que assinar minhas certezas em três vias."
(Eliane Brum)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/9025380011730186490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=9025380011730186490' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/9025380011730186490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/9025380011730186490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/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-8936942213189538276</id><published>2011-12-20T01:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:51:23.931-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia</title><summary type='text'>Só encontraremos uma felicidade verdadeira, perfeita e completa se não machucarmos outras pessoas no caminho.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/8936942213189538276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=8936942213189538276' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8936942213189538276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/8936942213189538276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/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-7187624164230485115</id><published>2011-12-20T01:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:47:27.585-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconhecer as limitações das ciências econômicas</title><summary type='text'>"(...) Aplicadas apropriadamente, com uma dose saudável de senso comum, as ciências econômicas nos teriam preparado para a crise financeira e nos indicado a direção certa para consertar o que a causou. Mas a ciência econômica que precisamos é a do tipo da 'sala de seminário' e não a do tipo 'geral'. Precisamos das ciências econômicas que reconheçam suas limitações e saibam que a mensagem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/7187624164230485115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=7187624164230485115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7187624164230485115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/7187624164230485115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/reconhecer-as-limitacoes-das-ciencias.html' title='Reconhecer as limitações das ciências econômicas'/><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-4702638134565875559</id><published>2011-12-20T01:46:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:48:34.308-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia</title><summary type='text'>Lydia (brava): "Espero que esteja orgulhoso de você."
Charlie: "Bom, eu não acordei mergulhado no meu próprio vômito, então... sim, até que estou orgulhoso."

(Diálogo em "Two and a Half Men")</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/4702638134565875559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=4702638134565875559' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4702638134565875559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4702638134565875559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/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-4649150974890697948</id><published>2011-12-20T01:40:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:28:02.851-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Como distorcer as estatísticas</title><summary type='text'>"(...) Tomemos uma série ampla, de dez anos, entre 2000 e 2010, para verificarmos se houve ou não uma diminuição dos homicídios. Seria de se esperar uma redução da criminalidade, considerando um desarmamento alardeado como bem-sucedido, realizado com amplas campanhas. Ora, nesses dez anos, o número de homicídios aumentou de 45.360 para 49.932, ou seja, um aumento de 10,1%. Os dados estatísticos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/4649150974890697948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=4649150974890697948' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4649150974890697948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/4649150974890697948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/como-distorcer-as-estatisticas.html' title='Como distorcer as estatísticas'/><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/-UW9vZidkFq4/Tu_6eG2bLMI/AAAAAAAAASo/1MmnUt2Tto4/s72-c/homicidios-tabela.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232541.post-3461313919475935728</id><published>2011-12-19T12:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:55:58.471-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post filosófico do dia (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Os parentescos entre a leitura e o amor
estão por ser estudados"

(Ana Martins Marques)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3461313919475935728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3461313919475935728' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3461313919475935728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3461313919475935728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-filosofico-do-dia-2_19.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-3012140801728619679</id><published>2011-12-19T12:54:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T18:15:05.218-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia (2) - "Diálogos Malucos Recorrentes"</title><summary type='text'>Pegando táxi com um dos poucos taxistas de Uberlândia que ainda não me conhecia:

(Eu) "Boa noite, amigo, tudo bom? Vou pro London Pub, por favor."
(Taxista) "É pra já."

(alguns segundos de silêncio)

(Taxista) "Ah, você vai tocar lá hoje?"
(Eu) "Não. Vou pra beber mesmo."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/3012140801728619679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=3012140801728619679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3012140801728619679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/3012140801728619679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-surreal-do-dia-2-dialogos-malucos.html' title='Post surreal do dia (2) - &quot;Diálogos Malucos Recorrentes&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-1783607643165844263</id><published>2011-12-19T12:52:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T18:14:42.456-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogmas e Escolhas</title><summary type='text'>"Antigamente, uma série de normas impunha o jeito das pessoas se comportarem em sociedade. Hoje, as ciências buscam substituir nosso saber singular, por outro que nem sempre pode ser generalizado. Mas se tudo anda bem, não vale à pena trocar o seu conhecimento, adquirido com a experiência, por outro de origem desconhecida."

(Luciana Saddi)Comentário
Essa frase é importante para questionarmos os </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/1783607643165844263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=1783607643165844263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1783607643165844263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/1783607643165844263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/dogmas-e-escolhas.html' title='Dogmas e Escolhas'/><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-6809080950179036263</id><published>2011-12-19T12:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:48:15.524-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surreal do dia</title><summary type='text'>"Eu ia aos piores bares com esperança de ser morto, mas tudo que eu conseguia era ficar bêbado de novo."
(Charles Bukowski)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/feeds/6809080950179036263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232541&amp;postID=6809080950179036263' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6809080950179036263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232541/posts/default/6809080950179036263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caianareal.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-surreal-do-dia_19.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></feed>
