<?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-4020942918701607556</id><updated>2012-01-14T16:52:03.163-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inutensílio do Mundo</title><subtitle type='html'>“A poesia é o inutensílio. A única razão de ser da poesia é que ela faz parte daquelas coisas inúteis da vida que não precisam de justificativa. Porque elas são a própria razão de ser da vida. Querer que a poesia tenha um porquê, querer que a poesia esteja a serviço de alguma coisa é a mesma coisa que querer que o orgasmo tenha um porquê, que a amizade e o afeto tenham um porquê. A poesia faz parte daquelas coisas que não precisam de um porquê.” (Paulo Leminski)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-1893044709894689261</id><published>2011-08-13T07:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T07:12:10.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O tiro certeiro</title><content type='html'>Que se crie&lt;br /&gt;e recrie&lt;br /&gt;no calor&lt;br /&gt;da paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E modifique&lt;br /&gt;e copie&lt;br /&gt;sem pudor&lt;br /&gt;ou razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que a idéia&lt;br /&gt;esvazie&lt;br /&gt;o tambor&lt;br /&gt;do senão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E desfie&lt;br /&gt;palavras belas&lt;br /&gt;com furor&lt;br /&gt;da explosão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-1893044709894689261?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-8165868672814013097</id><published>2011-08-06T09:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T07:08:24.525-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ousadia</title><content type='html'>O limite quem impõe é você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultrapasse o convencional&lt;br /&gt;e faça diferente&lt;br /&gt;Se for para dar uma dica&lt;br /&gt;direi: – Tente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual é o sentido eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;o segredo é não se censurar&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que olhar para mim&lt;br /&gt;Aconselhar-te-ei a ousar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-8165868672814013097?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-7652120268582581694</id><published>2011-08-02T08:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T08:16:44.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A gente</title><content type='html'>A gente entrega&lt;br /&gt;e se machuca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente gosta&lt;br /&gt;e se frustra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente investe&lt;br /&gt;e não tem volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente sonha&lt;br /&gt;e cai da cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente pede&lt;br /&gt;e recebe pouco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente morre&lt;br /&gt;e renasce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De novo&lt;br /&gt;de novo&lt;br /&gt;e de novo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7652120268582581694?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7652120268582581694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7652120268582581694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7652120268582581694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7652120268582581694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2011/08/gente.html' title='A gente'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-8943008498981958345</id><published>2011-04-19T06:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T06:42:18.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filmes</title><content type='html'>Gosto de filmes finos, leves, roucos&lt;br /&gt;Filmes revoltosos, filmes ociosos&lt;br /&gt;Que oscilam entre sonhar e existir&lt;br /&gt;Filmes de elixir, de exigir&lt;br /&gt;E que deem vontade de fugir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-8943008498981958345?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8943008498981958345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=8943008498981958345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/8943008498981958345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/8943008498981958345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2011/04/filmes.html' title='Filmes'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-8352416827971693968</id><published>2011-01-20T01:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T01:26:03.749-02:00</updated><title type='text'>À beira do abismo</title><content type='html'>Minha paciência se esgotou&lt;br /&gt;com a força de um canto mudo&lt;br /&gt;Penso em tudo e as emoções&lt;br /&gt;ficam em segundo plano&lt;br /&gt;Quem eu amo não me ama,&lt;br /&gt;o que eu gosto não tem gosto&lt;br /&gt;Respiro fundo à beira do abismo&lt;br /&gt;sem a coragem de me atirar no poço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-8352416827971693968?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8352416827971693968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=8352416827971693968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/8352416827971693968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/8352416827971693968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2011/01/beira-do-abismo.html' title='À beira do abismo'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6558716251853928425</id><published>2010-12-03T17:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T17:25:58.792-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquela rua</title><content type='html'>Com tanto a se fazer&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa a viver&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas a se conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Histórias pra absorver&lt;br /&gt;Por que&lt;br /&gt;só consigo ainda ver&lt;br /&gt;você subindo aquela rua&lt;br /&gt;até desaparecer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6558716251853928425?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6558716251853928425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=6558716251853928425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6558716251853928425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6558716251853928425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/12/aquela-rua.html' title='Aquela rua'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6467782708812243131</id><published>2010-11-04T22:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:24:41.577-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um homem na janela</title><content type='html'>Um homem na janela&lt;br /&gt;de terno e gravata&lt;br /&gt;observa o nada&lt;br /&gt;e pensa nela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem na janela&lt;br /&gt;de terno e gravata&lt;br /&gt;repousa a prata&lt;br /&gt;na palma amarela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem na janela&lt;br /&gt;de terno e gravata&lt;br /&gt;traz na mão uma faca&lt;br /&gt;e no coração a mazela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem na janela&lt;br /&gt;de terno e gravata&lt;br /&gt;caminha à sacada&lt;br /&gt;e rompe a tela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento apaga a vela&lt;br /&gt;que enfeita a amada&lt;br /&gt;de pele enrugada&lt;br /&gt;e ainda assim tão bela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem da janela&lt;br /&gt;agoniza na calçada&lt;br /&gt;onde um dia, do nada&lt;br /&gt;acenou para ela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6467782708812243131?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6467782708812243131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=6467782708812243131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6467782708812243131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6467782708812243131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-homem-na-janela.html' title='Um homem na janela'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6027369580680104306</id><published>2010-10-31T23:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:37:13.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases que persistirão</title><content type='html'>Lendo um bom texto&lt;br /&gt;Lendo Nelson, Fernando ou Rubem&lt;br /&gt;Dou saltos de satisfação&lt;br /&gt;A cada linha desvendada&lt;br /&gt;Cada palavra de devoção&lt;br /&gt;Descubro novas idéias&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo novo&lt;br /&gt;De gloriosa anunciação&lt;br /&gt;E é assim que transformo&lt;br /&gt;Descrença em esperança&lt;br /&gt;Frases que persistirão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6027369580680104306?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6027369580680104306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=6027369580680104306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6027369580680104306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6027369580680104306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/10/frases-que-persistirao.html' title='Frases que persistirão'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-4141555171612270220</id><published>2010-10-14T09:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:13:41.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida curta, vida longa</title><content type='html'>Dizem por aí que a vida é curta&lt;br /&gt;De curta, eu creio, não tem nada&lt;br /&gt;Pois se em pouco tempo aqui na Terra&lt;br /&gt;O homem já faz tanta burrada&lt;br /&gt;Imagine então o que seria&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida fosse prolongada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-4141555171612270220?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4141555171612270220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=4141555171612270220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4141555171612270220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4141555171612270220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/10/vida-curta-vida-longa.html' title='Vida curta, vida longa'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-7022007697214886269</id><published>2010-07-30T04:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T04:53:15.179-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Autismo</title><content type='html'>Eu falo sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, quem não fala?&lt;br /&gt;Mente quem cala!&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem cala não consente?&lt;br /&gt;Vai que, de repente,&lt;br /&gt;só fale comigo baixinho...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim é caso sério?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, não existe critério&lt;br /&gt;pro desalinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha um amigo&lt;br /&gt;que sozinho&lt;br /&gt;falava por horas&lt;br /&gt;Chamam de loucura &lt;br /&gt;agora&lt;br /&gt;o que na juventude&lt;br /&gt;era só engraçado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse amigo&lt;br /&gt;que conversava &lt;br /&gt;calado&lt;br /&gt;esqueceu-se&lt;br /&gt;de olhar para o lado&lt;br /&gt;Cruzou a rua falando&lt;br /&gt;e foi atropelado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7022007697214886269?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7022007697214886269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7022007697214886269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7022007697214886269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7022007697214886269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/07/autismo.html' title='Autismo'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-7644040055951323327</id><published>2010-07-25T07:55:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T07:59:05.615-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Já (2)</title><content type='html'>Já caminhei sem rumo &lt;br /&gt;Ou sentido&lt;br /&gt;Já fui rei, &lt;br /&gt;Fui mendigo&lt;br /&gt;Já fui até quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Já me esfriei no calor&lt;br /&gt;Já me aqueci no vazio&lt;br /&gt;Brinquei de estátua&lt;br /&gt;Fiz piada&lt;br /&gt;Tomei banho de rio&lt;br /&gt;Já sorri de graça&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei de loucura&lt;br /&gt;Saltei montanhas&lt;br /&gt;Caí de alturas&lt;br /&gt;Já viajei pra perto&lt;br /&gt;Refugiei-me no breu&lt;br /&gt;Acreditei no incerto&lt;br /&gt;Já fui ateu&lt;br /&gt;Fui à-toa&lt;br /&gt;Curti na boa&lt;br /&gt;Já não fui eu&lt;br /&gt;Passei por outro&lt;br /&gt;Fingi ser mais&lt;br /&gt;Já fui mocinho&lt;br /&gt;E bandido&lt;br /&gt;Herói e vilão&lt;br /&gt;Já olhei pra trás&lt;br /&gt;Já segui adiante&lt;br /&gt;Tive um lar&lt;br /&gt;Fui viajante&lt;br /&gt;Já soube rimar&lt;br /&gt;Já colhi prosas&lt;br /&gt;Rompi o mar&lt;br /&gt;Ofereci rosas&lt;br /&gt;E de tudo que já &lt;br /&gt;Talvez o ainda&lt;br /&gt;Há de chegar&lt;br /&gt;Na breve vinda&lt;br /&gt;A aguardar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7644040055951323327?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7644040055951323327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7644040055951323327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7644040055951323327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7644040055951323327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/07/ja.html' title='Já (2)'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-2010702548823905509</id><published>2010-07-21T06:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:02:18.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Má poesia</title><content type='html'>Em versos que invisto&lt;br /&gt;envolto em um misto&lt;br /&gt;de muito e tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;sou gênio, sou louco&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, não sei se o canto&lt;br /&gt;rouco da minha voz ardente&lt;br /&gt;é solitário, é sorridente&lt;br /&gt;há quem pense como quem sente&lt;br /&gt;E eu sinto em demasia&lt;br /&gt;que chegará o dia&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo que eu diga&lt;br /&gt;será má poesia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-2010702548823905509?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2010702548823905509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=2010702548823905509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2010702548823905509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2010702548823905509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/07/ma-poesia.html' title='Má poesia'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-3273625099275747197</id><published>2010-07-11T08:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:03:17.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escracho</title><content type='html'>Minha vida é&lt;br /&gt;Uma história em quadrinhos&lt;br /&gt;Um livro de piada&lt;br /&gt;Em que todos dão&lt;br /&gt;Sonoras gargalhadas&lt;br /&gt;Risos dilacerantes&lt;br /&gt;Que atingem o meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Em um só instante&lt;br /&gt;O ridículo me acompanha&lt;br /&gt;Pra cima e pra baixo&lt;br /&gt;Finjo segurança&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou um escracho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-3273625099275747197?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3273625099275747197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=3273625099275747197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3273625099275747197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3273625099275747197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/07/escracho.html' title='Escracho'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-1484754944671698161</id><published>2010-06-11T06:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:31:07.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trazer a alma</title><content type='html'>Trazer a alma ao que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;É o desafio mais tenso&lt;br /&gt;Expor no relevo&lt;br /&gt;A palavra que penso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada linha é um grito&lt;br /&gt;Silencioso e profundo&lt;br /&gt;Nasce no meu infinito&lt;br /&gt;E ganha o mundo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-1484754944671698161?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1484754944671698161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=1484754944671698161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1484754944671698161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1484754944671698161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/06/trazer-alma.html' title='Trazer a alma'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6574002635023586004</id><published>2010-06-05T10:30:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:33:17.838-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arraial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Era um sorriso belo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;um belo sorriso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;e um all-star cinza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;de cano alto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Era um olhar malicioso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;olhos de gata&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;que fitaram-me várias vezes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;bem no fundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;E era uma vontade muda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;de colar ao teu corpo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;enquanto tinha música&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;e depois também&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6574002635023586004?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6574002635023586004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=6574002635023586004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6574002635023586004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6574002635023586004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/06/arraial.html' title='Arraial'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-7998595281576512581</id><published>2010-05-30T20:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:42:57.404-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte ainda sem ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Escrevo sem dom ou tom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sou péssimo poeta e jornalista fajuto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por falar no assunto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ainda não descobri no que sou bom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dirão que é leviano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que sou demasiado exigente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas o perfeccionismo latente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não guarda sujeira debaixo do pano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Antes admitissem que tenho razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Então largava papel e caneta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rasgava o diploma, pedaço da soma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que sempre resultou em subtração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E saía por aí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não sei como ou por onde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se aparece ou esconde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oportunidade de sumir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aliás, é o que menos falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas já vem uma pauta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pedem: me apresenta uma lauda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da tal desaparição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do garoto com futuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Promessa no escuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E realidade sem expressão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esse sou eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;É o que diz na certidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;De óbito, lógico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que está em confecção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7998595281576512581?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7998595281576512581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7998595281576512581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7998595281576512581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7998595281576512581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/05/morte-ainda-sem-ser.html' title='Morte ainda sem ser'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-2148215476318288292</id><published>2010-05-25T06:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T06:46:50.447-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou carente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sou carente – ela me disse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Achei que era tolice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;dei de ombros, falei adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Agora faz parte dos sonhos meus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;aquele olhar doce, a pele macia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os movimentos de fantasia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;o toque suave, o beijo pecador,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;os apelidos carinhosos do amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sinto falta, a dor não mente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ela tinha razão: sou carente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-2148215476318288292?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2148215476318288292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=2148215476318288292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2148215476318288292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2148215476318288292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/05/sou-carente.html' title='Sou carente'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6307450173064166352</id><published>2010-05-23T19:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:05:14.232-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Martírio</title><content type='html'>Amo pouco&lt;br /&gt;E amo mal&lt;br /&gt;O que sei de amar?&lt;br /&gt;A não ser que não o sei fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termino as noites só&lt;br /&gt;Entre pensamentos e saudades&lt;br /&gt;Vontades e incertezas&lt;br /&gt;Amo menos a mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço muito, será?&lt;br /&gt;Faço nada, contudo?&lt;br /&gt;Sou justo e gentil&lt;br /&gt;O que falta mais, afinal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seja paciente,&lt;br /&gt;Seja agradável”&lt;br /&gt;Dizem isso toda hora&lt;br /&gt;E meu tempo que não chega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pra pensar positivo?&lt;br /&gt;Sou complicado, talvez&lt;br /&gt;Meu fardo eu já repeti&lt;br /&gt;Parece ser mesmo a solidão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6307450173064166352?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6307450173064166352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=6307450173064166352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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alegria descomunal&lt;br /&gt;soube que tudo tinha mudado&lt;br /&gt;que meus gestos e olhares&lt;br /&gt;meus sentires e pensares&lt;br /&gt;nada seria igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquele espaço sólido&lt;br /&gt;onde o chão virou nuvem&lt;br /&gt;e toda névoa se desfez&lt;br /&gt;descasquei noite e dia&lt;br /&gt;querendo te ver outra vez&lt;br /&gt;abraçar saberes e sabores&lt;br /&gt;desejos e olores&lt;br /&gt;tocar enfim a nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquele infinito mágico&lt;br /&gt;em que éramos dois&lt;br /&gt;e também éramos tudo&lt;br /&gt;tive mais certeza que a da morte&lt;br /&gt;estive mais completo que o mundo&lt;br /&gt;despi-me de medos e traumas&lt;br /&gt;fui aos limites da alma&lt;br /&gt;saber o que é sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquela manhã gélida&lt;br /&gt;onde aqueceu-se o adeus&lt;br /&gt;ouvi meu nome em sua boca&lt;br /&gt;e tantas vezes olhei para trás&lt;br /&gt;com a sensação rouca&lt;br /&gt;de que a vida escorrega&lt;br /&gt;mas o destino se encarrega&lt;br /&gt;de repetir o jamais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E naquele olhar lúdico&lt;br /&gt;no beijo tímido&lt;br /&gt;no perfume ávido&lt;br /&gt;no conto cósmico&lt;br /&gt;houve um silêncio tácito&lt;br /&gt;você apropriou-se de mim&lt;br /&gt;e compreendi assim&lt;br /&gt;que o Amor é ilógico&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-65459750889131445?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/65459750889131445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=65459750889131445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/65459750889131445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/65459750889131445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/03/ilogico-amor.html' title='Ilógico Amor'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-3332877223414930443</id><published>2010-03-14T01:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:03:52.165-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto</title><content type='html'>Gosto daquele poema&lt;br /&gt;de chuva apressada&lt;br /&gt;que ainda nem caiu do céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto daquelas tardes&lt;br /&gt;de angústias aninhadas&lt;br /&gt;que ainda não conhecem o calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto daquele silêncio&lt;br /&gt;de companhia embriagada&lt;br /&gt;que ainda sabe à paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto daquela pausa&lt;br /&gt;de brisa sossegada&lt;br /&gt;que ainda não voou pra longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto daquele mistério&lt;br /&gt;de cama desarrumada&lt;br /&gt;que ainda está na lembrança&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-3332877223414930443?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3332877223414930443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=3332877223414930443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3332877223414930443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3332877223414930443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/03/gosto.html' title='Gosto'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-4163622477200220638</id><published>2010-03-01T10:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:05:55.298-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim igual</title><content type='html'>Anúncios, discursos&lt;br /&gt;Conselhos, estudos&lt;br /&gt;Obtusidades plásticas&lt;br /&gt;Leviandades práticas&lt;br /&gt;De um mundo lógico e técnico&lt;br /&gt;Quero a mágica de me imaginar épico&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que terminarei pícaro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-4163622477200220638?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4163622477200220638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=4163622477200220638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4163622477200220638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Sou luz&lt;br /&gt;Sou vulto&lt;br /&gt;Um nada&lt;br /&gt;Um tudo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7335857062894394408?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7335857062894394408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7335857062894394408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7335857062894394408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7335857062894394408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/02/dois-mundos.html' title='Dois mundos'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-8719652865439661532</id><published>2010-02-11T13:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:39:23.495-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema americano</title><content type='html'>Quero viver a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Do cinema americano&lt;br /&gt;Do romance detrás do pano&lt;br /&gt;De um enredo com reedição&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-8719652865439661532?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-4249003127672430064</id><published>2010-02-06T02:36:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T02:36:57.907-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não sei</title><content type='html'>Não sei se estraguei o conto&lt;br /&gt;Sei que meu sono&lt;br /&gt;Já não é mais tão lúdico&lt;br /&gt;A saudade acompanha as páginas&lt;br /&gt;(Como um fantasma pálido&lt;br /&gt;neste enredo semi-árido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde o princípio do dia&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que a paz me adia&lt;br /&gt;Vivo sob uma angústia nula&lt;br /&gt;À espera de um sorriso belo&lt;br /&gt;O mais lindo já deparado&lt;br /&gt;(Ficou ele preso no passado?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um carente profissional&lt;br /&gt;Um amador com cara de mau&lt;br /&gt;Um herói sem donzela&lt;br /&gt;Um cavaleiro sem dragão&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu seja a fera&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe, sou o vilão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-4249003127672430064?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4249003127672430064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=4249003127672430064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4249003127672430064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4249003127672430064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-nao-sei.html' title='Eu não sei'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-2143216115876251568</id><published>2010-02-03T20:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:40:21.658-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para me suportar</title><content type='html'>Tenho de me suportar&lt;br /&gt;Na dor das coisas &lt;br /&gt;que passam&lt;br /&gt;Sem achar que as vivo&lt;br /&gt;de fato&lt;br /&gt;Tropeço na urgência&lt;br /&gt;E disperso em aparência&lt;br /&gt;No tempo-espaço&lt;br /&gt;Do esparso movimento&lt;br /&gt;De meus braços &lt;br /&gt;que alcançam&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais &lt;br /&gt;que a superficialidade&lt;br /&gt;De tentar ser profundo&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu, sou mundo&lt;br /&gt;sigo mudo&lt;br /&gt;Mudo tudo&lt;br /&gt;para me suportar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-2143216115876251568?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2143216115876251568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=2143216115876251568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2143216115876251568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2143216115876251568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/02/para-me-suportar.html' title='Para me suportar'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-3380059762976663674</id><published>2010-02-01T13:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:34:28.879-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando quero ser outro</title><content type='html'>Quando quero ser eu&lt;br /&gt;Desagrado a mim, secretamente&lt;br /&gt;Ser-me não é uma faceta solitária&lt;br /&gt;Escondo várias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontades que se misturam&lt;br /&gt;E, por vezes, se anulam&lt;br /&gt;Por que somos maços&lt;br /&gt;Reduzidos a tão pouco espaço?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar em lugares distintos&lt;br /&gt;E viver vidas completas&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo, ao mesmo ritmo&lt;br /&gt;O que há de nefasto nessa meta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa loucura delirante&lt;br /&gt;Brota uma angústia sufocante&lt;br /&gt;Medo de passar...&lt;br /&gt;E deixar tudo como antes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-3380059762976663674?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3380059762976663674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=3380059762976663674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3380059762976663674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3380059762976663674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/02/quando-quero-ser-outro.html' title='Quando quero ser outro'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-1166574429087300032</id><published>2010-01-25T22:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:29:30.489-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu conheci o amor</title><content type='html'>Há um sentimento&lt;br /&gt;que se tenta&lt;br /&gt;a vida toda.&lt;br /&gt;É uma vontade louca&lt;br /&gt;de vivê-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um novelo,&lt;br /&gt;o descaminho da razão.&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;que assenta,&lt;br /&gt;ergue-te do chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um sim, é um não.&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa que toma&lt;br /&gt;sem pedir licença:&lt;br /&gt;um ceticismo,&lt;br /&gt;uma crença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem experimenta,&lt;br /&gt;vagueia entorpecido&lt;br /&gt;entre a euforia e o langor&lt;br /&gt;Mas pode dizer intenso:&lt;br /&gt;“Eu conheci o amor”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-1166574429087300032?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1166574429087300032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=1166574429087300032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1166574429087300032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1166574429087300032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-conheci-o-amor.html' title='Eu conheci o amor'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-3396073190114451546</id><published>2010-01-15T05:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T05:55:38.210-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não pense</title><content type='html'>Não pense, viva.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, se jogue.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, ouse.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, tente.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, fuja.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, beije.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, seja.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, crie.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, sinta.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, pule.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, olhe.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, arrisque.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, ande.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, curta.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, dance.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense, ame.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense.&lt;br /&gt;É a sua única chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-3396073190114451546?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3396073190114451546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=3396073190114451546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3396073190114451546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3396073190114451546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-pense.html' title='Não pense'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-7011575358505044431</id><published>2010-01-09T15:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:39:13.707-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva e vento</title><content type='html'>Chuva firme e compassada&lt;br /&gt;Que deveria arrastar problemas&lt;br /&gt;Lavar a alma, expulsar fantasmas&lt;br /&gt;Esclarecer dilemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas só traz água&lt;br /&gt;Aqui dentro e lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Onde pelo zunido se flagra&lt;br /&gt;O vento a quilômetros por hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fúria sacode o mar&lt;br /&gt;Faz tremer portas e janelas&lt;br /&gt;Queria deitar ao luar&lt;br /&gt;P’ra adormecer aos braços dela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7011575358505044431?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7011575358505044431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7011575358505044431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7011575358505044431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7011575358505044431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/01/chuva-e-vento.html' title='Chuva e vento'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-4802875479849131261</id><published>2010-01-07T09:36:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:36:18.815-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Além do existir</title><content type='html'>Voltei a fazer poesia&lt;br /&gt;Como quem caminha&lt;br /&gt;Despretensioso e sereno&lt;br /&gt;Ambicioso e pequeno&lt;br /&gt;A olhar para os lados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que o tempo, de fato &lt;br /&gt;Tinha se moldado&lt;br /&gt;Num rival indigesto&lt;br /&gt;E para escrever um verso&lt;br /&gt;Temos de ir além do existir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-4802875479849131261?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4802875479849131261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=4802875479849131261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4802875479849131261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4802875479849131261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2010/01/alem-do-existir.html' title='Além do existir'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6152884965120443776</id><published>2009-12-29T23:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:42:41.059-02:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 50. Permuta*</title><content type='html'>De cada uma que passou&lt;br /&gt;De cada olhar trocado&lt;br /&gt;Muito de mim se levou&lt;br /&gt;Também muito foi deixado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* Encerro o ano de poemas com esta última e derradeira quadra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6152884965120443776?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6152884965120443776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=6152884965120443776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6152884965120443776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6152884965120443776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/12/quadra-50-permuta.html' title='[Quadra] 50. Permuta*'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-2570427585767020586</id><published>2009-12-26T20:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:46:17.211-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simulacro</title><content type='html'>Simulo o meu dia&lt;br /&gt;Minhas ações e medidas&lt;br /&gt;Dissimulo a agonia&lt;br /&gt;Frustrações e feridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também simulo o perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Num jogo a despeito&lt;br /&gt;De imaginar tudo de um jeito&lt;br /&gt;E terminar com o mesmo defeito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-2570427585767020586?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2570427585767020586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=2570427585767020586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2570427585767020586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2570427585767020586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/12/simulacro.html' title='Simulacro'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-9142559925598411845</id><published>2009-12-25T09:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:29:02.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 49. Perfeição</title><content type='html'>Será que todo casal&lt;br /&gt;Um dia já brigou?&lt;br /&gt;Ou há ainda no varal&lt;br /&gt;O mais perfeito amor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-9142559925598411845?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/9142559925598411845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=9142559925598411845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/9142559925598411845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/9142559925598411845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/12/quadra-49-perfeicao.html' title='[Quadra] 49. Perfeição'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-1337487441135496055</id><published>2009-12-19T09:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:09:15.355-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A dor</title><content type='html'>Essa dor que me aplaca&lt;br /&gt;Destroça e furta minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, a tire de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa dor que invade&lt;br /&gt;E toma os territórios do riso&lt;br /&gt;Constrói seu império interno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa dor que se mistura&lt;br /&gt;A medos, angústias e incertezas&lt;br /&gt;Faz de tudo um só martírio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa dor que mata lenta&lt;br /&gt;Sem fazer barulho, e sombria&lt;br /&gt;Pelo jeito, morrerá comigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-1337487441135496055?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1337487441135496055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=1337487441135496055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1337487441135496055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1337487441135496055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/12/dor.html' title='A dor'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-5636412182560399450</id><published>2009-12-12T15:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:22:14.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 48. Esquecimento</title><content type='html'>Talvez esqueças tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que esqueceste até de mim&lt;br /&gt;Acabou? Pois teu encanto&lt;br /&gt;Se prolonga além do fim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-5636412182560399450?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5636412182560399450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=5636412182560399450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/5636412182560399450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/5636412182560399450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/12/quadra-48-esquecimento.html' title='[Quadra] 48. Esquecimento'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-7986579256358137183</id><published>2009-11-30T09:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:08:48.807-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um bravo covarde</title><content type='html'>Sou um apaixonado solitário&lt;br /&gt;apaixonado por apaixonar-se&lt;br /&gt;solitário na multidão&lt;br /&gt;na ilusão do impossível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amante das mulheres&lt;br /&gt;apreciador do olhar e do toque&lt;br /&gt;admirador do poético&lt;br /&gt;do místico, do sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vazio em meus feitiços&lt;br /&gt;expulso de minhas vontades&lt;br /&gt;recluso nos tantos medos:&lt;br /&gt;Um bravo covarde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7986579256358137183?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7986579256358137183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7986579256358137183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7986579256358137183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7986579256358137183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-bravo-covarde.html' title='Um bravo covarde'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6367116961151626018</id><published>2009-11-26T17:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:10:15.187-02:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 47. Mais</title><content type='html'>Vale acreditar no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Quando as pessoas dão sinais&lt;br /&gt;De que o aprendizado profundo&lt;br /&gt;É sempre querer mais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6367116961151626018?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6367116961151626018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=6367116961151626018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6367116961151626018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6367116961151626018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/11/quadra-47-mais.html' title='[Quadra] 47. Mais'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-699569494528745635</id><published>2009-11-20T22:36:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:40:25.020-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor sem segredo*</title><content type='html'>Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Pois não reclamo de estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Comigo é muito claro&lt;br /&gt;Quando incomodado&lt;br /&gt;Não amo&lt;br /&gt;Queria estar distante&lt;br /&gt;O pensamento longe&lt;br /&gt;A vontade tocante é outra&lt;br /&gt;A voz passa&lt;br /&gt;De ouvido a ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Perpassa&lt;br /&gt;E some vazia no vazio&lt;br /&gt;Finjo que presto atenção&lt;br /&gt;Finjo que sei o que falam&lt;br /&gt;Te amo em segredo&lt;br /&gt;Não espalha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* De 22/09/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-699569494528745635?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/699569494528745635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=699569494528745635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/699569494528745635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/699569494528745635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/11/amor-sem-segredo.html' title='Amor sem segredo*'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-2188627922452009605</id><published>2009-11-17T15:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:53:36.097-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Teu sorriso*</title><content type='html'>Teu sorriso tem um encanto&lt;br /&gt;Que talvez não meças a energia&lt;br /&gt;Tece um manto de alegria&lt;br /&gt;E quando vai – como hoje se foi&lt;br /&gt;Se confessa a nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* De 8/11/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-2188627922452009605?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2188627922452009605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=2188627922452009605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2188627922452009605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2188627922452009605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/11/teu-sorriso.html' title='Teu sorriso*'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6406580573605456561</id><published>2009-11-10T17:28:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:23:05.038-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eros e Psiquê</title><content type='html'>Minha musa não tem rosto&lt;br /&gt;não é de pele e osso&lt;br /&gt;Não tem nome, documento&lt;br /&gt;ou data de nascimento&lt;br /&gt;Seu rebento é um sem fim&lt;br /&gt;que brota dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não tem porquê&lt;br /&gt;nem tem critérios&lt;br /&gt;Como se Eros fosse Psiquê&lt;br /&gt;e Psiquê fosse Eros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6406580573605456561?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6406580573605456561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=6406580573605456561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6406580573605456561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6406580573605456561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/11/eros-e-psique.html' title='Eros e Psiquê'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-643962571029046635</id><published>2009-10-23T06:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:23:17.534-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esquecimento</title><content type='html'>Às vezes me esqueço&lt;br /&gt;Da tua beleza &lt;br /&gt;E do quanto te desejo&lt;br /&gt;Não é coisa pensada&lt;br /&gt;Ou mesmo desleixo...&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser em um breve momento&lt;br /&gt;Ou por uma longa espera&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando te vejo&lt;br /&gt;O esquecimento já era&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-643962571029046635?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/643962571029046635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=643962571029046635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/643962571029046635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/643962571029046635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/10/esquecimento.html' title='Esquecimento'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-2922427680875482674</id><published>2009-10-12T06:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:27:15.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema do Tapa*</title><content type='html'>Era uma vez&lt;br /&gt;(e esta história é verdadeira)&lt;br /&gt;um conto português&lt;br /&gt;de uma brasileira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim de tarde de Verão&lt;br /&gt;e o rapaz sereno&lt;br /&gt;toca ao rés-de-chão&lt;br /&gt;e escuta: “Eu atendo!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre a porta então&lt;br /&gt;em trajes bem pequenos&lt;br /&gt;um baita mulherão&lt;br /&gt;(eu sei, mentir é feio...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se foi lá apenas pra passar&lt;br /&gt;ela não quis nem saber&lt;br /&gt;obrigou-o a entrar&lt;br /&gt;e convidou-o a comer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto, melancia&lt;br /&gt;mas o assunto esquentou&lt;br /&gt;de namoro a fantasia&lt;br /&gt;foi assim que revelou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eu gosto de apanhar&lt;br /&gt;e meu marido não batia”&lt;br /&gt;“Era pra cachorra ele gritar!&lt;br /&gt;mas sussurrava: ‘cachorrinha’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menina, de shortinho&lt;br /&gt;cujo nome era ***&lt;br /&gt;explicava direitinho&lt;br /&gt;suas maratonas na cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele até pensou citar&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Rodrigues ou Bocage&lt;br /&gt;mas preferiu se calar&lt;br /&gt;e ouvir a sacanagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois a história ganhou vida&lt;br /&gt;tornou-se lenda lisboeta&lt;br /&gt;“Não escapa um gajo à rapariga!”&lt;br /&gt;diziam à torto e à direita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pura maldade machista&lt;br /&gt;com esta nobre cearense&lt;br /&gt;só porque a sua lista&lt;br /&gt;vai de italiano a israelense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que vale é ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;afinal, disso que se trata&lt;br /&gt;seja santinha ou meretriz&lt;br /&gt;goste de beijo ou de tapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* Baseado em fatos reais. O nome da personagem foi omitido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-2922427680875482674?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2922427680875482674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=2922427680875482674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2922427680875482674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2922427680875482674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/10/poema-do-tapa.html' title='Poema do Tapa*'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-8257323053588897716</id><published>2009-10-09T14:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:06:13.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desapressado</title><content type='html'>Vai desapressado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acomode-se na beleza dos versos&lt;br /&gt;e componha sem o peso das incertezas.&lt;br /&gt;Desmistifique o não-saber&lt;br /&gt;nós somos repletos de mistérios&lt;br /&gt;Por isso mesmo, ame sem critérios&lt;br /&gt;e crie sabores doces na dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabe, recomece, reinvente uma rotina&lt;br /&gt;a cada novo dia&lt;br /&gt;Mantenha a paciência como aliada,&lt;br /&gt;alinhe o sentir à vida pensada&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é uma sucessão fluida de equívocos&lt;br /&gt;que, coordenadamente, dá certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então selecione com a intuição&lt;br /&gt;use todos os sentidos contidos em ti&lt;br /&gt;benditos sejam o intervalo, a pausa, o não-dito&lt;br /&gt;Não há mal nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Aja, seja omisso,&lt;br /&gt;esqueça regras, ignore convenções&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é demasiado pueril&lt;br /&gt;para perder-se explicando-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça que tenha graça&lt;br /&gt;e, só assim, já valerá o dobro&lt;br /&gt;Imbecil é quem tem medo do ridículo.&lt;br /&gt;Escute à sua volta e olhe para trás&lt;br /&gt;sempre há coisas interessantes a aprender.&lt;br /&gt;E se o sofrimento silencioso for maior&lt;br /&gt;que a alegria, não o reprima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos versos belos nascem da tristeza&lt;br /&gt;E muitas lágrimas verdadeiras da poesia.&lt;div 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Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-415514003394456319</id><published>2009-09-25T06:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:31:24.041-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol e Chuva</title><content type='html'>Quando somos sol o dia todo&lt;br /&gt;Resta-nos chover à noite&lt;br /&gt;Para equilibrar as coisas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-415514003394456319?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/415514003394456319/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-34104459043064209</id><published>2009-09-18T08:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:11:36.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Socorro</title><content type='html'>Suma pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Voe com o vento&lt;br /&gt;E vá pousar na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;De outro alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ande raciocínio&lt;br /&gt;Esvazie o meu domínio&lt;br /&gt;E ceda este trono&lt;br /&gt;Que o reino desmorona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entenda consciência&lt;br /&gt;Não basta sapiência&lt;br /&gt;Quando as emoções&lt;br /&gt;São sufocadas aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E gritam&lt;br /&gt;Silenciosamente&lt;br /&gt;Por socorro&lt;br /&gt;Do além&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-5316703279826794639</id><published>2009-09-14T18:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:21:28.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 46. Utopia</title><content type='html'>Amor tão justo e pleno&lt;br /&gt;Utópico amor que ‘inda sonho&lt;br /&gt;Vais pousar no meu terreno?&lt;br /&gt;Ou não existes, eu suponho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-5316703279826794639?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5316703279826794639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=5316703279826794639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/5316703279826794639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/5316703279826794639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/09/quadra-46-utopia.html' title='[Quadra] 46. Utopia'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-671831337298989187</id><published>2009-09-09T08:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:53:32.472-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 45. Urgência (II)</title><content type='html'>Esta urgência que desata&lt;br /&gt;Sob o disfarce do intenso&lt;br /&gt;Rouba a paz e me maltrata&lt;br /&gt;Nem assim eu me convenço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-671831337298989187?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/671831337298989187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=671831337298989187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/671831337298989187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/671831337298989187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/09/quadra-45-urgencia-ii.html' title='[Quadra] 45. Urgência (II)'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-3878717671637966868</id><published>2009-09-07T17:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:37:12.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 44. Urgência (I)</title><content type='html'>Esta urgência que desata&lt;br /&gt;Sob o disfarce do intenso&lt;br /&gt;Por pouco não me mata&lt;br /&gt;Por nada eu dispenso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-3878717671637966868?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3878717671637966868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=3878717671637966868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3878717671637966868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3878717671637966868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/09/quadra-44-urgencia-i.html' title='[Quadra] 44. Urgência (I)'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-2030956135733235095</id><published>2009-09-04T18:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:26:49.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 43. Mudo</title><content type='html'>Se agora caminho mudo&lt;br /&gt;É porque tudo se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudade do futuro&lt;br /&gt;E o passado me rendeu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-2030956135733235095?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2030956135733235095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=2030956135733235095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2030956135733235095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2030956135733235095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/09/quadra-43-mudo.html' title='[Quadra] 43. Mudo'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6971501285080169944</id><published>2009-09-03T06:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:09:09.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 42. Fatalismo</title><content type='html'>O teu silêncio fatal&lt;br /&gt;Dilacerou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o grande mal&lt;br /&gt;Foi abrir-se à paixão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6971501285080169944?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6971501285080169944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=6971501285080169944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6971501285080169944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6971501285080169944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/09/quadra-42-fatalismo.html' title='[Quadra] 42. Fatalismo'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6610486100454375926</id><published>2009-08-31T19:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:08:29.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Objetivismo e subjetivismo</title><content type='html'>Admiro as pessoas lógicas&lt;br /&gt;De mente objetiva&lt;br /&gt;E táticas definidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro as pessoas mágicas&lt;br /&gt;De subjetividade alusiva&lt;br /&gt;E clássicas retorcidas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6610486100454375926?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-4716099950604244547</id><published>2009-08-28T06:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T06:42:05.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É preciso acreditar</title><content type='html'>É preciso acreditar no amor&lt;br /&gt;e no aprendizado&lt;br /&gt;Nos erros&lt;br /&gt;e nos acertos&lt;br /&gt;É preciso acreditar em si&lt;br /&gt;e no porvir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso acreditar na vida&lt;br /&gt;nos encontros e despedidas&lt;br /&gt;É preciso acreditar no sono,&lt;br /&gt;acreditar no despertar&lt;br /&gt;Na calma&lt;br /&gt;e na razão de toda alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso acreditar no sorriso&lt;br /&gt;e no choro&lt;br /&gt;No particular&lt;br /&gt;e no todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso acreditar na cura,&lt;br /&gt;acreditar na lua&lt;br /&gt;No bem que se faz,&lt;br /&gt;na vontade nua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso acreditar na solidão&lt;br /&gt;e também na companhia&lt;br /&gt;Na tempestade,&lt;br /&gt;na calmaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que amanhã vai ser melhor&lt;br /&gt;É preciso acreditar&lt;br /&gt;a continuar só...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-4716099950604244547?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4716099950604244547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=4716099950604244547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4716099950604244547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4716099950604244547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-preciso-acreditar.html' title='É preciso acreditar'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-3587415941149525927</id><published>2009-08-25T18:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:19:19.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Venho armado</title><content type='html'>Eu venho armado de belezas&lt;br /&gt;e não escondo tristezas&lt;br /&gt;desses anos que passam&lt;br /&gt;e se arrastam&lt;br /&gt;sem que eu carregue a certeza&lt;br /&gt;nos passos dados.&lt;br /&gt;E o primeiro laço&lt;br /&gt;eu não esqueci:&lt;br /&gt;guardo no tempo-espaço.&lt;br /&gt;O que decidi pra mim&lt;br /&gt;– está desatado ao fim –&lt;br /&gt;espelho a jornada&lt;br /&gt;e, sem mais nada,&lt;br /&gt;escrevo porque preciso,&lt;br /&gt;preciso porque eu vejo.&lt;br /&gt;Venho armado de purezas&lt;br /&gt;E não escondo meus desejos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-3587415941149525927?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3587415941149525927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=3587415941149525927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3587415941149525927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3587415941149525927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/venho-armado.html' title='Venho armado'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-9158700945832567898</id><published>2009-08-23T19:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:20:47.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passos</title><content type='html'>Nada me prende ou surpreende&lt;br /&gt;O contato com o mundo é tão raso&lt;br /&gt;E as coisas se repetem &lt;br /&gt;Com uma monotonia singular&lt;br /&gt;Cada passo dado para frente&lt;br /&gt;Parecem mil passos dados para trás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-9158700945832567898?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/9158700945832567898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=9158700945832567898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/9158700945832567898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/9158700945832567898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/passos.html' title='Passos'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-8243969713291709554</id><published>2009-08-22T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:32:15.377-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 41. Excesso</title><content type='html'>No futuro te incluí&lt;br /&gt;Mas perdi por querer demais&lt;br /&gt;E se penso em seguir&lt;br /&gt;Ainda olharei pra trás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-8243969713291709554?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8243969713291709554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=8243969713291709554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/8243969713291709554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/8243969713291709554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/quadra-41-excesso.html' title='[Quadra] 41. Excesso'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-4434855560663417209</id><published>2009-08-19T12:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:48:14.154-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Último aceno*</title><content type='html'>... e foi tudo tão devagar&lt;br /&gt;a conquista, o enlace, o doar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim crescia&lt;br /&gt;mansamente, a frágil planta&lt;br /&gt;– saudável planta frágil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A regava com zelo,&lt;br /&gt;nem muita&lt;br /&gt;nem pouca&lt;br /&gt;água&lt;br /&gt;– o suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e foi um tempo feliz&lt;br /&gt;mas tempos felizes passam&lt;br /&gt;– nunca duram além.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acordava sem peso&lt;br /&gt;e flutuava cem passos.&lt;br /&gt;Pleno e fácil,&lt;br /&gt;com o peito estufado,&lt;br /&gt;como se fosse de aço&lt;br /&gt;– a paixão tem disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e foi tudo sincero.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de apaixonar-se pelo outro,&lt;br /&gt;apaixonamos pelo sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ter isso extirpado&lt;br /&gt;é esmagar a planta&lt;br /&gt;regada carinhosamente,&lt;br /&gt;é destruir a vida&lt;br /&gt;que emerge desapressada,&lt;br /&gt;é arrancar o que se toca,&lt;br /&gt;mas também o intocável&lt;br /&gt;– o sonho&lt;br /&gt;– a saudade&lt;br /&gt;– o desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e foi um aceno apenas&lt;br /&gt;não mais que um aceno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a forma definitiva&lt;br /&gt;de adeus perpétuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* De 9 de julho de 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-1021759572894969426</id><published>2009-08-16T17:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:04:54.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia menor</title><content type='html'>O que faço é poesia menor&lt;br /&gt;Versos fajutos que colo no papel&lt;br /&gt;Um amontoado de caracteres&lt;br /&gt;Sem forma ou conteúdo – sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço poesia de araque&lt;br /&gt;Divorciado de uma mensagem&lt;br /&gt;Com o peso da amoralidade&lt;br /&gt;E que nada acrescenta – nem diminui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço poesia de gaveta&lt;br /&gt;Intuitiva, mas penosa&lt;br /&gt;Fundada sem pretexto&lt;br /&gt;De atingir alguém – que não eu mesmo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-1021759572894969426?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1021759572894969426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=1021759572894969426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1021759572894969426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1021759572894969426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/poesia-menor.html' title='Poesia menor'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-4912771859179548920</id><published>2009-08-15T23:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:17:48.972-03:00</updated><title type='text'>À primeira vista</title><content type='html'>Não sei se você me conquistou&lt;br /&gt;Já na primeira vez que te vi&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que na segunda ou terceira&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso me chamou a atenção&lt;br /&gt;E houve uma quarta vez;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos conhecemos melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quinta, sexta e sétima &lt;br /&gt;Foram de trocas de olhares&lt;br /&gt;Te beijei na oitava vez&lt;br /&gt;E da nona à décima segunda&lt;br /&gt;Brincamos de nos esconder dos outros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo após a despedida&lt;br /&gt;– 13 costuma me dar sorte – &lt;br /&gt;Nos reencontramos&lt;br /&gt;Você estava linda de amarelo naquela noite&lt;br /&gt;Mas confesso: foi na décima quinta&lt;br /&gt;Que me pegou de jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que você sumiu &lt;br /&gt;Na esquina perto do parque&lt;br /&gt;Lamentei em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Por não ter décima sexta, décima sétima&lt;br /&gt;Vigésima, centésima vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa altura da contagem&lt;br /&gt;Estava mais que conquistado&lt;br /&gt;Como se toda vez&lt;br /&gt;Fosse encanto à primeira vista&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-4912771859179548920?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4912771859179548920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=4912771859179548920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4912771859179548920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4912771859179548920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/primeira-vista.html' title='À primeira vista'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-1223094799953746160</id><published>2009-08-13T11:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:46:58.871-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um conto</title><content type='html'>Eu sou um conto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um conto&lt;br /&gt;meio tonto.&lt;br /&gt;Um conto &lt;br /&gt;que amanhã eu conto.&lt;br /&gt;Um conto&lt;br /&gt;nunca pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Um conto&lt;br /&gt;a contar contos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um conto de fada,&lt;br /&gt;uma faca sem ponta,&lt;br /&gt;um ponto sem nó,&lt;br /&gt;um contraponto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou um conto&lt;br /&gt;de monto e desmonto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um conto&lt;br /&gt;como qualquer outro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-1223094799953746160?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1223094799953746160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=1223094799953746160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1223094799953746160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1223094799953746160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-conto.html' title='Um conto'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-234008549418431362</id><published>2009-08-10T18:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:42:58.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filmes</title><content type='html'>Gosto de filmes finos, leves, roucos&lt;br /&gt;Filmes revoltosos, filmes ociosos&lt;br /&gt;Que oscilam entre sonhar e existir&lt;br /&gt;Filmes de elixir, de exigir&lt;br /&gt;E que deem vontade de fugir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-234008549418431362?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/234008549418431362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=234008549418431362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/234008549418431362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/234008549418431362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/filmes.html' title='Filmes'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-7468301081975431211</id><published>2009-08-07T19:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:34:20.068-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A escuridão</title><content type='html'>Era da escuridão que ele falava.&lt;br /&gt;E todas as noites,&lt;br /&gt;antes de dormirem,&lt;br /&gt;contava-lhe histórias de heróis,&lt;br /&gt;de vilões e princesas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela encostava os cabelos macios&lt;br /&gt;em seu seu peito.&lt;br /&gt;Ele acariciava sua nuca&lt;br /&gt;para senti-la arrepiar-se.&lt;br /&gt;Supunham a eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E era na escuridão que&lt;br /&gt;confidenciavam o prazer,&lt;br /&gt;alheios ao tempo dos outros,&lt;br /&gt;enlaçados pelos corpos nus,&lt;br /&gt;suando sabores e sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda entrega é uma vertigem,&lt;br /&gt;mas ele desacreditou na queda.&lt;br /&gt;Revelara-lhe o escuro&lt;br /&gt;porque alcançara a luz.&lt;br /&gt;O desejo sempre são vários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, quando abriu os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;com meses decorridos,&lt;br /&gt;não havia mais ela, &lt;br /&gt;nem corpos ou luz.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas a escuridão sem histórias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7468301081975431211?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7468301081975431211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7468301081975431211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7468301081975431211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7468301081975431211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/escuridao.html' title='A escuridão'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-8032177602348568336</id><published>2009-08-02T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:44:29.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A de haver</title><content type='html'>A gente pensa que entende&lt;br /&gt;A gente sente que compensa&lt;br /&gt;Há gente imensa que ressente&lt;br /&gt;Há gente crente que repensa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-8032177602348568336?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8032177602348568336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=8032177602348568336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/8032177602348568336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/8032177602348568336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-haver.html' title='A de haver'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-7018731805378747101</id><published>2009-07-31T22:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:32:07.892-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não era ela</title><content type='html'>Não era ela, &lt;br /&gt;nem seu perfume de hera&lt;br /&gt;ou sua beleza tão bela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra não era,&lt;br /&gt;no aveludar de uma vela&lt;br /&gt;à meia-luz da quimera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria aquela?&lt;br /&gt;a sumir na primavera&lt;br /&gt;sem arte na tela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como quisera,&lt;br /&gt;é o desencontro que sela&lt;br /&gt;o que, afinal... já era.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7018731805378747101?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7018731805378747101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7018731805378747101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7018731805378747101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7018731805378747101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-era-ela.html' title='Não era ela'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6869756124977477828</id><published>2009-07-29T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:01:19.494-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 39. Gostar</title><content type='html'>Quando gostamos&lt;br /&gt;Queremos estar&lt;br /&gt;E se cá chegamos&lt;br /&gt;Por que voltar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6869756124977477828?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6869756124977477828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=6869756124977477828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6869756124977477828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6869756124977477828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/quadra-39-gostar.html' title='[Quadra] 39. Gostar'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-227904974856181505</id><published>2009-07-28T07:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:20:29.272-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabe ao vento...</title><content type='html'>Antes, eu tinha o céu&lt;br /&gt;Agora não mais&lt;br /&gt;Caminho ao léu&lt;br /&gt;Sem olhar para trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nova vida se faz&lt;br /&gt;E sabe ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Nunca sempre eficaz&lt;br /&gt;Mas bem que eu tento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-227904974856181505?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/227904974856181505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=227904974856181505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/227904974856181505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/227904974856181505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/sabe-ao-vento.html' title='Sabe ao vento...'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-5821772348500264090</id><published>2009-07-25T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:30:58.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 38. Conservar</title><content type='html'>Talvez não saiba conservar&lt;br /&gt;A leveza que sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Mas por medo de amar&lt;br /&gt;Não deixarei de ser feliz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-5821772348500264090?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5821772348500264090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=5821772348500264090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/5821772348500264090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/5821772348500264090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/quadra-38-conservar.html' title='[Quadra] 38. Conservar'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-4537581654519462440</id><published>2009-07-23T18:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:45:19.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vidas continuam</title><content type='html'>As vidas continuam logo ali&lt;br /&gt;Prosseguem com suas paixões,&lt;br /&gt;com seus dilemas&lt;br /&gt;Corações que carregam problemas&lt;br /&gt;Uma grande tristeza que sorri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ouço bem o que tentam falar&lt;br /&gt;Só murmúrios de tempos alheios,&lt;br /&gt;de tempos distintos&lt;br /&gt;Eles são tudo o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Vidas mundanas a continuar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-4537581654519462440?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4537581654519462440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=4537581654519462440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4537581654519462440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4537581654519462440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/vidas-continuam.html' title='Vidas continuam'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-524163141532892588</id><published>2009-07-21T20:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:40:14.615-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 37. Suma</title><content type='html'>Saiba esperar&lt;br /&gt;P’ra que a angústia suma&lt;br /&gt;Sábio é o mar&lt;br /&gt;Cuja onda vira espuma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-524163141532892588?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/524163141532892588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=524163141532892588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/524163141532892588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/524163141532892588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/quadra-37-suma.html' title='[Quadra] 37. Suma'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-4063041070977918837</id><published>2009-07-19T20:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:12:39.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusão</title><content type='html'>Deixa a confusão de lado&lt;br /&gt;Vem sentar à mesa&lt;br /&gt;Desfrutar de um banquete artificial&lt;br /&gt;E conversar futilidades&lt;br /&gt;O momento não permite &lt;br /&gt;Racionalidades&lt;br /&gt;Veja que beleza&lt;br /&gt;Mais vale um sorriso falso&lt;br /&gt;À lisura da tristeza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-4063041070977918837?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4063041070977918837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=4063041070977918837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4063041070977918837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4063041070977918837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/confusao.html' title='Confusão'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-5598956676428923633</id><published>2009-07-17T18:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:53:20.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 36. Perdedor</title><content type='html'>Quantos amores e desamores!&lt;br /&gt;Eu me alinho e desalinho&lt;br /&gt;Os &lt;i&gt;quereres &lt;/i&gt;são meus sabores&lt;br /&gt;O perdê-los é meu caminho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-5598956676428923633?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/5598956676428923633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=5598956676428923633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/5598956676428923633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/5598956676428923633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/quadra-36-perdedor.html' title='[Quadra] 36. Perdedor'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-3482711238830281878</id><published>2009-07-15T21:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:25:36.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa e você</title><content type='html'>Já não há mais querer&lt;br /&gt;Eis a verdade que destoa&lt;br /&gt;Mas é impossível esconder&lt;br /&gt;O que a alma nas ruas ecoa:&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa é você&lt;br /&gt;e você é Lisboa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-3482711238830281878?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3482711238830281878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=3482711238830281878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3482711238830281878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3482711238830281878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/lisboa-e-voce.html' title='Lisboa e você'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-7615314131565085439</id><published>2009-07-14T19:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:24:58.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao amigo*</title><content type='html'>Ah, meu amigo,&lt;br /&gt;quanta saudade&lt;br /&gt;trago comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Não do tempo antigo&lt;br /&gt;mas do presente&lt;br /&gt;– este pássaro&lt;br /&gt;de voo ausente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou a mão à nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;e passeio com ela,&lt;br /&gt;minha fiel companhia.&lt;br /&gt;Ouço a sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;sussurrar pela alma&lt;br /&gt;– o futuro logo chega,&lt;br /&gt;é preciso ter calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, lembrei de ti&lt;br /&gt;assim do nada, sereno;&lt;br /&gt;então te escrevi.&lt;br /&gt;Anseio por dividir&lt;br /&gt;os contos e casos&lt;br /&gt;– a caminhada sempre é&lt;br /&gt;maior que meus passos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, meu irmão,&lt;br /&gt;o que me cerca é inóspito&lt;br /&gt;e o Atlântico é vilão.&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites de solidão&lt;br /&gt;faltam lágrimas para chorar&lt;br /&gt;– o corpo cede ao cansaço&lt;br /&gt;para sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quer saber:&lt;br /&gt;não dispenso&lt;br /&gt;essa chance de crescer.&lt;br /&gt;Tão melhor se vê&lt;br /&gt;quando estamos distantes&lt;br /&gt;– e se eu planto &lt;i&gt;tentares&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é pra colher belos instantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* Poema dedicado ao meu irmão de alma, Matheus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7615314131565085439?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7615314131565085439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7615314131565085439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7615314131565085439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7615314131565085439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/ao-amigo.html' title='Ao amigo*'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-4781728790123041005</id><published>2009-07-12T09:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:33:33.550-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Música</title><content type='html'>Meu coração dança&lt;br /&gt;no balanço da canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração canta&lt;br /&gt;em alto e bom som&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes emudece&lt;br /&gt;e congela no salão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes se esquece&lt;br /&gt;que a música tem duração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-4781728790123041005?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4781728790123041005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=4781728790123041005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4781728790123041005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4781728790123041005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/musica.html' title='Música'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-7910437790813023256</id><published>2009-07-10T23:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:59:32.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas vs. Pessoas</title><content type='html'>As pessoas não gostam de pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Gostam delas mesmas e de brinquedos&lt;br /&gt;Fazem do outro um jogo, um enredo&lt;br /&gt;Onde o interesse é levar a melhor sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano é ser individual&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe ser dupla, trio, grupo&lt;br /&gt;Forja saber, finge aprender, aprende a fingir&lt;br /&gt;Mas, no fundo, só importa ele mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São todos assim, ninguém escapa&lt;br /&gt;Cheios de egoísmo e orgulho próprio&lt;br /&gt;Impróprio para um mergulho no outro&lt;br /&gt;Cala-se apenas para falar depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada é por acaso, perde-se para ganhar&lt;br /&gt;A vitória cega, a tragédia humilha&lt;br /&gt;Porque as pessoas não gostam de pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Apenas se cobram em impressioná-las&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Poema de 26/09/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7910437790813023256?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7910437790813023256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7910437790813023256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7910437790813023256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7910437790813023256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/pessoas-vs-pessoas.html' title='Pessoas vs. Pessoas'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6954671354544218744</id><published>2009-07-08T06:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:10:21.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 35. Faxina</title><content type='html'>Limpei todo o quarto&lt;br /&gt;Num quarto de hora&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo rápido, estou farto&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir logo embora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6954671354544218744?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6954671354544218744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=6954671354544218744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6954671354544218744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6954671354544218744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/quadra-35-faxina.html' title='[Quadra] 35. Faxina'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-1194320511550183278</id><published>2009-07-06T08:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:33:03.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 34. Mala furada</title><content type='html'>Pr’ocupar vazios da existência&lt;br /&gt;Tanta desimportância é ensinada&lt;br /&gt;Não criamos resistência&lt;br /&gt;Juntamos excesso na mala furada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-1194320511550183278?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1194320511550183278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=1194320511550183278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1194320511550183278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1194320511550183278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/quadra-34-mala-furada.html' title='[Quadra] 34. Mala furada'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6899897329787092077</id><published>2009-07-05T17:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:24:39.038-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 33. Mentiroso</title><content type='html'>O sorriso mentiroso&lt;br /&gt;Pouco a pouco,&lt;br /&gt;De modo vertiginoso&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a gente louco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6899897329787092077?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6899897329787092077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=6899897329787092077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6899897329787092077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6899897329787092077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/quadra-33-mentiroso.html' title='[Quadra] 33. Mentiroso'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6808781408555902391</id><published>2009-07-04T21:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:58:23.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Céu estrelado</title><content type='html'>Se eu me perdesse&lt;br /&gt;No céu estrelado&lt;br /&gt;Seria um desses pontos&lt;br /&gt;Suspensos no arco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez de brilho intenso&lt;br /&gt;Talvez apagado&lt;br /&gt;Junto a constelações imensas&lt;br /&gt;E um caminho marcado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* A lembrar do céu brilhante de Brasília.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6808781408555902391?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6808781408555902391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=6808781408555902391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6808781408555902391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6808781408555902391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/ceu-estrelado.html' title='Céu estrelado'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-7328276396637378103</id><published>2009-07-02T08:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:32:51.921-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Achado e perdido</title><content type='html'>Ainda é difícil entender&lt;br /&gt;Gasto a noite, varro o dia&lt;br /&gt;Você me invade sem bater&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho ou em companhia&lt;br /&gt;(E sabes disso...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro o &lt;em&gt;querer &lt;/em&gt;tão terno&lt;br /&gt;Vasculho fotos e mensagens&lt;br /&gt;Que não evocavam o eterno&lt;br /&gt;Mas construíam passagens&lt;br /&gt;(Era o nosso compromisso...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descomplicaste meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Fez eu pensar que não tinha fim&lt;br /&gt;E caminhávamos sem direção&lt;br /&gt;Tudo crescia dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;(Eu escondia isso...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha alma de aprendiz&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me, enfim, amparado&lt;br /&gt;E forte, e pleno, e feliz&lt;br /&gt;Com vontade de gritar alto&lt;br /&gt;(Que conheci o paraíso...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz poemas, compus rimas&lt;br /&gt;Misturando o leve ao intenso&lt;br /&gt;Cantarolei pelas esquinas&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que veio o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;(O topo é um risco...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a sorte e o norte&lt;br /&gt;A mulher que tinha achado&lt;br /&gt;Foi por não ter sido forte?&lt;br /&gt;Ou por muito ter sonhado?&lt;br /&gt;(Não consigo ser omisso...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tontura está, no entanto&lt;br /&gt;Quando antes dizia me adorar&lt;br /&gt;E agora perdeste o encanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero no hay nada a explicar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Normal que esteja indeciso...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheço bem o que nos separa&lt;br /&gt;Porém se paro pra dar conta&lt;br /&gt;Meu batimento logo dispara&lt;br /&gt;É a saudade que aponta&lt;br /&gt;(Que continuar é preciso...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora estou alegre, ora triste&lt;br /&gt;E sei que o poema nem te toca&lt;br /&gt;É minha vontade tão artística&lt;br /&gt;De reviver a beleza morta&lt;br /&gt;(E ter de novo o seu sorriso...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foste o &lt;em&gt;puzzle &lt;/em&gt;mais complexo&lt;br /&gt;E que se mantém indecifrado&lt;br /&gt;Nem cheguei perto, eu confesso&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu queria ter chegado&lt;br /&gt;(A entrega é um abismo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho mesmo o desejo íntimo&lt;br /&gt;De amar a mulher difícil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O título foi inspirado nesta canção:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7IDUbS65R0 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7328276396637378103?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7328276396637378103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7328276396637378103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7328276396637378103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7328276396637378103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/07/achado-e-perdido.html' title='Achado e perdido'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-6494526679480009986</id><published>2009-07-01T02:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T02:39:56.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Percorrer o mundo</title><content type='html'>Eu não falo, nem escuto&lt;br /&gt;Sou só eu, no fundo&lt;br /&gt;As paredes me sufocam&lt;br /&gt;E nem sei o que toca&lt;br /&gt;No som do rádio-relógio&lt;br /&gt;Sou desprovido de ódio&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a ser um sóbrio&lt;br /&gt;Sujeito mórbido&lt;br /&gt;Que mata o ócio&lt;br /&gt;Afogando-se no ópio&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Gosto de palavrar&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vazio e pequeno&lt;br /&gt;Um intruso na minha própria vida&lt;br /&gt;Vazia e ínfima&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma piada de mau gosto&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho e indisposto&lt;br /&gt;Querendo vomitar a existência&lt;br /&gt;Transformar a essência&lt;br /&gt;Deste confuso enredo&lt;br /&gt;Já ando trocando o dia pela noite&lt;br /&gt;Tenho insônia, descrença, medo&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tudo&lt;br /&gt;E mais a vontade&lt;br /&gt;De percorrer o mundo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-6494526679480009986?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/6494526679480009986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=6494526679480009986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/6494526679480009986'/><link 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de repente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestamente falando:&lt;br /&gt;tem a tendência&lt;br /&gt;em dizerem por aí&lt;br /&gt;que aumento as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não são as coisas&lt;br /&gt;que diminuem as minhas&lt;br /&gt;perspectivas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racionalmente falando:&lt;br /&gt;tenho tanta vontade&lt;br /&gt;de sempre acertar,&lt;br /&gt;que passo a vida&lt;br /&gt;a tentar consertar&lt;br /&gt;os meus erros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigmaticamente falando:&lt;br /&gt;não prometo nada&lt;br /&gt;seja lá a quem for&lt;br /&gt;tenho virtudes e defeitos&lt;br /&gt;mas amar, de fato&lt;br /&gt;nunca me faltará.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-8655607825235475872?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8655607825235475872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=8655607825235475872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/8655607825235475872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/8655607825235475872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/falando.html' title='Falando...'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-3763168116365771402</id><published>2009-06-28T07:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:29:28.328-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 32. Desocupado</title><content type='html'>Irrompeu a memória branda&lt;br /&gt;Com ar heróico de passado&lt;br /&gt;A derrubar o rei que manda&lt;br /&gt;No coração desocupado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-3763168116365771402?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3763168116365771402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=3763168116365771402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3763168116365771402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3763168116365771402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/quadra-32-desocupado.html' title='[Quadra] 32. Desocupado'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-7683747629032376010</id><published>2009-06-27T04:47:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:14:21.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 31. Sonho</title><content type='html'>Hoje acordei de um sonho ruim&lt;br /&gt;E não estavas do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando então eu dei por mim:&lt;br /&gt;O sonho tinha realizado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7683747629032376010?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7683747629032376010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7683747629032376010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7683747629032376010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7683747629032376010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/quadra-31-sonho.html' title='[Quadra] 31. Sonho'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-2070845668952519702</id><published>2009-06-25T11:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:44:49.009-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternas feridas</title><content type='html'>Escancarei minha vontade ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;Só pra sentir o sopro profundo&lt;br /&gt;Da Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritei com avidez o silêncio da liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Extasiado por todas as novidades&lt;br /&gt;Não percebidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaguei por dias a colecionar histórias&lt;br /&gt;Conheci de perto tragédias e glórias&lt;br /&gt;Eternas feridas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-2070845668952519702?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2070845668952519702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=2070845668952519702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2070845668952519702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2070845668952519702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/eternas-feridas.html' title='Eternas feridas'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-2003551975937353625</id><published>2009-06-23T08:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:13:55.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 30. Escolhas</title><content type='html'>Há quem passe pela vida&lt;br /&gt;Há quem venha pra ficar&lt;br /&gt;A uns, mostramos a saída&lt;br /&gt;A outros, convidamos a entrar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-2003551975937353625?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/2003551975937353625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=2003551975937353625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2003551975937353625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/2003551975937353625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/quadra-30-escolhas.html' title='[Quadra] 30. Escolhas'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-8735042884633691692</id><published>2009-06-21T19:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:48:38.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 29. Onde está</title><content type='html'>Há quem olhe apenas&lt;br /&gt;Com o globo ocular&lt;br /&gt;Olha com a sensibilidade!&lt;br /&gt;Pois é onde a verdade está&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-8735042884633691692?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8735042884633691692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=8735042884633691692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/8735042884633691692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/8735042884633691692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/quadra-29-onde-esta.html' title='[Quadra] 29. Onde está'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-1133228427508352029</id><published>2009-06-19T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:40:21.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 28. Olhos passado</title><content type='html'>Meus olhos de ontem&lt;br /&gt;São olhos passado&lt;br /&gt;O que vi, perde o sentido&lt;br /&gt;Se não for renovado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-1133228427508352029?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1133228427508352029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=1133228427508352029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1133228427508352029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1133228427508352029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/quadra-28-olhos-passado.html' title='[Quadra] 28. Olhos passado'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-9198030315027642436</id><published>2009-06-18T21:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:06:58.605-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectativa</title><content type='html'>São as esperas&lt;br /&gt;Que espremem meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Investem com força no defeito&lt;br /&gt;De eu ser impaciente&lt;br /&gt;Parece de propósito&lt;br /&gt;Me torno um depósito&lt;br /&gt;De angústias e impulsos contidos&lt;br /&gt;Retidos na alma&lt;br /&gt;Pobre alma desalmada&lt;br /&gt;Desgastada e vulnerável&lt;br /&gt;Sou peça descartável&lt;br /&gt;De um jogo insensato&lt;br /&gt;Pago o pato por ser sincero&lt;br /&gt;Espero&lt;br /&gt;– eis a esperança de novo –&lt;br /&gt;Que supere isso tudo&lt;br /&gt;Pois no fundo&lt;br /&gt;É o que mais quero&lt;br /&gt;Construir uma armadura&lt;br /&gt;De fogo e ferro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-9198030315027642436?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/9198030315027642436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=9198030315027642436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/9198030315027642436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/9198030315027642436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/expectativa.html' title='Expectativa'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-7333308740282622049</id><published>2009-06-16T19:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:59:01.937-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Espero por ela</title><content type='html'>Espero por ela&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco inquieto&lt;br /&gt;Um tanto descrente&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber quando vem&lt;br /&gt;Se vem realmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero por ela&lt;br /&gt;Que me trará calma&lt;br /&gt;E devolverá alegria&lt;br /&gt;Serei com certeza mais leve&lt;br /&gt;Em suas palavras macias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero por ela&lt;br /&gt;A reanimar sonhos antigos&lt;br /&gt;A provocar vontades recentes&lt;br /&gt;Faremos planos sem pressa&lt;br /&gt;Com tempo do lado da gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero por ela&lt;br /&gt;Ansioso pelos acertos&lt;br /&gt;Mas temeroso por errar&lt;br /&gt;Curioso por seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Com saudades de amar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7333308740282622049?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7333308740282622049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7333308740282622049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7333308740282622049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7333308740282622049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/espero-por-ela.html' title='Espero por ela'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-4352213813158286784</id><published>2009-06-15T07:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:13:52.838-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Catarses</title><content type='html'>Eu vejo filmes&lt;br /&gt;para não desesperar&lt;br /&gt;São tantas calamidades,&lt;br /&gt;tantas notícias trágicas&lt;br /&gt;Que fica fácil&lt;br /&gt;querer abandonar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ouço músicas&lt;br /&gt;para ainda sonhar&lt;br /&gt;E buscar as verdades,&lt;br /&gt;transpor mentiras clássicas&lt;br /&gt;Que não entendo&lt;br /&gt;como há.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu escrevo poemas&lt;br /&gt;para tentar mudar&lt;br /&gt;Suponho que à certa idade,&lt;br /&gt;as diversas problemáticas&lt;br /&gt;Que atormentam&lt;br /&gt;irão terminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu alimento o amor&lt;br /&gt;para espalhar o amar&lt;br /&gt;E crer na humanidade,&lt;br /&gt;com suas peças mágicas&lt;br /&gt;Que me fazem&lt;br /&gt;querer continuar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-4352213813158286784?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4352213813158286784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=4352213813158286784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4352213813158286784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4352213813158286784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/catarses.html' title='Catarses'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-403279288033224795</id><published>2009-06-11T07:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:53:27.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estações do amor / Acabar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tive, hoje, coragem de expor um dos poemas mais prazerosos que já compus. Quase sempre a escrita brota da minha dor. Em &lt;/em&gt;Estações do amor&lt;em&gt;, experimentei a felicidade das palavras. Já logo abaixo, num raríssimo momento 2 em 1 do blogue, apresento uns versos maravilhosos de Cecília Meireles. (O tanto que queria dizer é pouco, ainda assim...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu inverno, Vera&lt;br /&gt;Me invade incandescente&lt;br /&gt;Devasta a tristeza efêmera&lt;br /&gt;Espalha calor permanente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há de chegar a primavera&lt;br /&gt;E seu perfume florescente&lt;br /&gt;Brotarão ramos de hera&lt;br /&gt;Na minha alma latente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E virá o verão, Vera&lt;br /&gt;Com languidez efusente&lt;br /&gt;Tal e qual a toda era&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O outono nos espera&lt;br /&gt;É a estação que ressente&lt;br /&gt;Folhas beijam a terra&lt;br /&gt;O amor cresce na gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então o frio se aglomera&lt;br /&gt;De novo – e insistente&lt;br /&gt;Te terei inteira, Vera&lt;br /&gt;Pr'além do ciclo – eternamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabar.&lt;br /&gt;Não vês que acabas todo o dia.&lt;br /&gt;Que morres no amor.&lt;br /&gt;Na tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Na dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;No desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Que te renovas todo dia.&lt;br /&gt;No amor.&lt;br /&gt;Na tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Na dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;No desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Que és sempre outro.&lt;br /&gt;Que és sempre o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Que morrerás por idades imensas.&lt;br /&gt;Até não teres medo de morrer.&lt;br /&gt;E então serás eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Não ames como os homens amam.&lt;br /&gt;Não ames com amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ama sem amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ama sem querer.&lt;br /&gt;Ama sem sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Ama como se fosses outro.&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosses amar.&lt;br /&gt;Sem esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Tão separado do que ama, em ti,&lt;br /&gt;Que não te inquiete&lt;br /&gt;Se o amor leva à felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Se leva à morte,&lt;br /&gt;Se leva a algum destino.&lt;br /&gt;Se te leva.&lt;br /&gt;E se vai, ele mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Não faças de ti&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho a realizar.&lt;br /&gt;Vai.&lt;br /&gt;Sem caminho marcado.&lt;br /&gt;Tu és o de todos os caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;Sê apenas uma presença.&lt;br /&gt;Invisível presença silenciosa.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas esperam a luz,&lt;br /&gt;Sem dizerem que a esperam.&lt;br /&gt;Sem saberem que existe.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas esperarão por ti,&lt;br /&gt;Sem te falarem.&lt;br /&gt;Sem lhes falares.&lt;br /&gt;Sê o que renuncia&lt;br /&gt;Altamente:&lt;br /&gt;Sem tristeza da tua renúncia!&lt;br /&gt;Sem orgulho da tua renúncia!&lt;br /&gt;Abre as tuas mãos sobre o infinito.&lt;br /&gt;E não deixes ficar de ti&lt;br /&gt;Nem esse último gesto!&lt;br /&gt;O que tu viste amargo,&lt;br /&gt;Doloroso,&lt;br /&gt;Difícil,&lt;br /&gt;O que tu viste inútil&lt;br /&gt;Foi o que viram os teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Humanos,&lt;br /&gt;Esquecidos...&lt;br /&gt;Enganados...&lt;br /&gt;No momento da tua renúncia&lt;br /&gt;Estende sobre a vida&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E tu verás o que vias:&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu verás melhor...&lt;br /&gt;... E tudo que era efêmero&lt;br /&gt;se desfez.&lt;br /&gt;E ficaste só tu, que é eterno.&lt;br /&gt;(Cecília Meireles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-403279288033224795?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/403279288033224795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=403279288033224795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/403279288033224795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/403279288033224795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/estacoes-do-amor-acabar.html' title='Estações do amor / Acabar'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-3258888437914035172</id><published>2009-06-10T05:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:01:14.549-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Raiz</title><content type='html'>Apeguei-me no seu jeito&lt;br /&gt;E como a raiz ganha a terra&lt;br /&gt;Aprofundaste em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Fez do Inverno a Primavera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-3258888437914035172?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3258888437914035172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=3258888437914035172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3258888437914035172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3258888437914035172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/raiz.html' title='Raiz'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-7322828691554040232</id><published>2009-06-08T19:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:09:40.408-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No peito</title><content type='html'>No peito ainda bate forte&lt;br /&gt;um coração de criança,&lt;br /&gt;imune à experiência,&lt;br /&gt;capaz de amar com a facilidade&lt;br /&gt;de quem chupa uma laranja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No peito ainda bate forte&lt;br /&gt;um coração inocente,&lt;br /&gt;carente de agrados&lt;br /&gt;e esperançoso&lt;br /&gt;por achar semelhante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No peito ainda bate forte&lt;br /&gt;um coração temeroso,&lt;br /&gt;inseguro com o que podem&lt;br /&gt;e vão fazer dele,&lt;br /&gt;fazer com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No peito ainda bate forte&lt;br /&gt;um coração alegre,&lt;br /&gt;pronto para se entregar&lt;br /&gt;aos que merecem&lt;br /&gt;e o tratarão bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No peito ainda bate forte&lt;br /&gt;um coração,&lt;br /&gt;bate forte&lt;br /&gt;um coração,&lt;br /&gt;bate forte&lt;br /&gt;um coração...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-7322828691554040232?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/7322828691554040232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=7322828691554040232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7322828691554040232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/7322828691554040232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-peito.html' title='No peito'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-3870640738035240376</id><published>2009-06-06T21:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:59:42.628-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 27. Incertezas</title><content type='html'>Incertezas que perturbam&lt;br /&gt;Será que nunca dão adeus?&lt;br /&gt;Irei levá-las à minha tumba?&lt;br /&gt;Apresentá-las, enfim, a Deus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-3870640738035240376?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3870640738035240376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=3870640738035240376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3870640738035240376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3870640738035240376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/quadra-27-incertezas.html' title='[Quadra] 27. Incertezas'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-4140191379827434045</id><published>2009-06-05T10:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:04:42.492-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 26. Medo</title><content type='html'>O barulho se cria lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Aqui dentro, alimento sossego&lt;br /&gt;É que tem carro, gente, obra&lt;br /&gt;E tem eu, vazio e medo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-4140191379827434045?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/4140191379827434045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=4140191379827434045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4140191379827434045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/4140191379827434045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/quadra-26-medo.html' title='[Quadra] 26. Medo'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-3660593435051105348</id><published>2009-06-03T18:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:05:30.658-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 25. Distração</title><content type='html'>Ontem, pensei no seu nome&lt;br /&gt;Nas rimas fáceis de fazer&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando ouvi o telefone&lt;br /&gt;E não era você...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-3660593435051105348?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/3660593435051105348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=3660593435051105348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3660593435051105348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/3660593435051105348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/quadra-25-distracao.html' title='[Quadra] 25. Distração'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-1702962635475264267</id><published>2009-06-02T20:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:20:44.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 24. Covardia</title><content type='html'>A gente desconhece&lt;br /&gt;O que está atrás da porta&lt;br /&gt;E o mistério cresce, cresce&lt;br /&gt;... Então se volta, volta, volta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-1702962635475264267?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/1702962635475264267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=1702962635475264267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1702962635475264267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/1702962635475264267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/06/quadra-24-covardia.html' title='[Quadra] 24. Covardia'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-8614193311571124824</id><published>2009-05-31T19:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:54:17.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O futuro chegou</title><content type='html'>A gente segue&lt;br /&gt;E se despede&lt;br /&gt;E sente saudade&lt;br /&gt;E dá vontade&lt;br /&gt;De voltar no tempo&lt;br /&gt;De reviver o rebento&lt;br /&gt;E rir de tudo que passou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o futuro chegou&lt;br /&gt;Sem pedir licença&lt;br /&gt;Sem crer na crença&lt;br /&gt;Do perene&lt;br /&gt;Não há rei que reine&lt;br /&gt;Quando o tempo é a plebe&lt;br /&gt;E a gente segue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-8614193311571124824?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/8614193311571124824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=8614193311571124824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/8614193311571124824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/8614193311571124824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-futuro-chegou.html' title='O futuro chegou'/><author><name>Gustavo Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0AcBXSHT5rU/TMLEyqT2KYI/AAAAAAAACWk/PvQ1R9ujTns/S220/DSC00610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020942918701607556.post-896244478707082465</id><published>2009-05-30T18:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:08:34.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[Quadra] 23. Vão</title><content type='html'>O futuro me inquieta&lt;br /&gt;Dou voltas à imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei o que liberta&lt;br /&gt;Caminho sobre um vasto vão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020942918701607556-896244478707082465?l=inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/feeds/896244478707082465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020942918701607556&amp;postID=896244478707082465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/896244478707082465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020942918701607556/posts/default/896244478707082465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inutensiliodomundo.blogspot.com/2009/05/quadra-23-vao.html' title='[Quadra] 23. 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