<?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-6963874413992748201</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:51:57.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-854234550730221095</id><published>2010-06-02T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T05:09:04.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campanhas publicitárias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Muitas campanhas publicitárias recorrem à eficácia do uso persuasivo de palavra para motivar e convencer o grande público a comprar os mais variados bens e serviços. A ação empreendida através da batalha verbal, que visa, tão somente, arrebanhar consumidores. Jogando com o sentimento e as paixões das pessoas, acordos fáceis são propostos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Campanhas publicitárias utilizam constantemente termos de profunda significação e grande apelo emocional, como, por exemplo, "liberdade", "amor", "amizade", "felicidade", entre outros. As ideias que eles embutem são, então, vinculadas aos produtos que se deseja comercializar, com o intuito de convencer as pessoas a adquiri-los. Na maioria dos casos, estes termos são utilizados de modo gratuito; assim, o significado real deles termina esvaziado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-854234550730221095?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/854234550730221095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/campanhas-publicitarias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/854234550730221095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/854234550730221095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/campanhas-publicitarias.html' title='Campanhas publicitárias'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-5355754422830477861</id><published>2010-05-31T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T04:35:49.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riqueza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Um homem é rico na proporção do número de coisas de que pode prescindir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thoreau em &lt;em&gt;Walden ou a vidas nos Bosques&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-5355754422830477861?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5355754422830477861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/riqueza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5355754422830477861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5355754422830477861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/riqueza.html' title='Riqueza'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-6920600253052295355</id><published>2010-05-27T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T04:12:11.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"E depois, vamos direto ao ponto, eu amo a vida, eis a minha verdadeira fraqueza. Amo-a tanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;que não tenho nenhuma imaginação para o que não for vida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Camus em &lt;em&gt;A Queda&lt;/em&gt; p. 58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-6920600253052295355?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6920600253052295355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/camus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/6920600253052295355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/6920600253052295355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/camus.html' title='Camus'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-4490935667693855955</id><published>2010-05-26T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T04:17:33.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É uma tensão em direção a um fim considerado pela pessoa que deseja como uma fonte de satisfação. É uma tendência algumas vezes consciente, outras vezes inconsciente ou reprimida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tradicionalmente, o desejo pressupõe carência, indigência. Um ser que não precisa de nada e não deseja nada, seria um ser perfeito, um deus. Por isso Platão e os filósofos cristãos tomam o desejo como uma característica de seres finitos e imperfeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os filósofos viram o Bem com o objeto do desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-4490935667693855955?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4490935667693855955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/desejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/4490935667693855955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/4490935667693855955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-2005159619574302955</id><published>2010-05-25T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T05:51:12.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S_vHdP2mGEI/AAAAAAAAACI/wnHltojUSHM/s1600/Thomas+Eakins+-+Music+1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475189077284624450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S_vHdP2mGEI/AAAAAAAAACI/wnHltojUSHM/s400/Thomas+Eakins+-+Music+1904.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thomas Eakins - Music 1904&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-2005159619574302955?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2005159619574302955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/thomas-eakins-music-1904.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/2005159619574302955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/2005159619574302955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/thomas-eakins-music-1904.html' title=''/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S_vHdP2mGEI/AAAAAAAAACI/wnHltojUSHM/s72-c/Thomas+Eakins+-+Music+1904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-2541469898011867880</id><published>2010-05-24T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T04:24:44.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Simplicidade é a complexidade resolvida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;C. Brancusi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-2541469898011867880?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2541469898011867880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/simplicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/2541469898011867880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/2541469898011867880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/simplicidade.html' title='Simplicidade'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-8970024078826710528</id><published>2010-05-21T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T03:43:42.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corelli</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Corelli - Concerto grosso in G minor op. 6"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-8970024078826710528?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8970024078826710528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/corelli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/8970024078826710528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/8970024078826710528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/corelli.html' title='Corelli'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-7712566984447829205</id><published>2010-05-20T03:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T03:55:55.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vidas Secas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"A família estava reunida em torno do fogo, Fabiano sentado no pilão caído, sinha Vitória de pernas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;cruzadas, as coxas servindo de travesseiros aos filhos. A cachorra Baleia, com o traseiro no chão e o resto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;do corpo levantado, olhava as brasas que se cobriam de cinza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estava um frio medonho, as goteiras pingavam lá fora, o vento sacudia os ramos das catingueiras, e o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;barulho do rio era como um trovão distante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fabiano esfregou as mãos satisfeito e empurrou os tições com a ponta da alpercata. As brasas estalaram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;a cinza caiu, um círculo de luz espalhou-se em redor da trempe de pedra, clareando vagamente os pés do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;vaqueiro, os joelhos da mulher e os meninos deitados."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trecho &lt;em&gt;Vidas Secas&lt;/em&gt; de Graciliano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-7712566984447829205?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7712566984447829205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/vidas-secas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/7712566984447829205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/7712566984447829205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/vidas-secas.html' title='Vidas Secas'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-5167691020319646657</id><published>2010-05-19T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T06:50:02.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plotino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- O mundo parte de Deus;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- A luz é a existência de Deus;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- A ausência de luz é o não existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Deus é o Uno que governa o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-5167691020319646657?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5167691020319646657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/plotino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5167691020319646657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5167691020319646657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/plotino.html' title='Plotino'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-6233800052659157314</id><published>2010-05-18T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:17:56.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caravaggio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S_J2wpeLA5I/AAAAAAAAACA/SkTsWJ0ocmo/s1600/Caravaggio+-+Sacrif%C3%ADcio+de+Isaac.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472567075346776978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S_J2wpeLA5I/AAAAAAAAACA/SkTsWJ0ocmo/s400/Caravaggio+-+Sacrif%C3%ADcio+de+Isaac.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;''O sacrifício de Isaac'' - Caravaggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-6233800052659157314?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6233800052659157314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/caravaggio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/6233800052659157314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/6233800052659157314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/caravaggio.html' title='Caravaggio'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S_J2wpeLA5I/AAAAAAAAACA/SkTsWJ0ocmo/s72-c/Caravaggio+-+Sacrif%C3%ADcio+de+Isaac.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-2751504530189360890</id><published>2010-05-17T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T02:59:14.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruéis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Os fracos é que são cruéis. Só se pode esperar a brandura dos fortes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-2751504530189360890?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2751504530189360890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/crueis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/2751504530189360890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/2751504530189360890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/crueis.html' title='Cruéis'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-4363960236332464474</id><published>2010-05-14T02:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T02:41:51.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elgar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Elgar - Nimrod (from ''Enigma Variations'')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-4363960236332464474?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4363960236332464474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/elgar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/4363960236332464474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/4363960236332464474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/elgar.html' title='Elgar'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-6962354733327682236</id><published>2010-05-13T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T03:16:59.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bartleby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Pela primeira vez em minha vida, fui tomado por um sentimento de opressiva e doída melancolia. Antes, eu jamais havia sentido qualquer coisa além de uma tristeza meio desagradável. O laço comum da humanidade fez com que eu fosse atingido por um irresistível desalento. Uma melancolia fraternal! Pois tanto eu quanto Bartleby éramos filhos de Adão. Lembrei-me das sedas cintilantes e dos rostos luminosos que eu havia visto naquele dia, em roupas de gala, deslizando como cisnes pelo Mississipi da Broadway; comparei-os com o pálido escriturário e pensei comigo mesmo: ah, a felicidade corteja a luz, então acreditamos que o mundo é alegre; o sofrimento esconde-se a distância, então supomos que não haja sofrimento. Esses tristes pensamentos - quimeras, sem dúvida, de uma mente doente e tola - levaram a outras reflexões especiais, essas a respeito das excentricidades de Bartleby. Pairavam sobre mim pressentimentos de estranhas descobertas. A silhueta pálida do escriturário surgia estendida, entre estranhos que não se importavam com ele, envolvida em um sudário gelado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trecho de &lt;em&gt;Bartleby, o escriturário&lt;/em&gt; de Hermann Melville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-6962354733327682236?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6962354733327682236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/bartleby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/6962354733327682236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/6962354733327682236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/bartleby.html' title='Bartleby'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-9174379128907367018</id><published>2010-05-12T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:40:36.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O homem é protagonista de sua vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"O homem não pode se colocar no lugar de espectador da própria vida. Ao contrário, o protagonista do drama não está fora dele, nem antes dele: é a representação do drama. A identidade do homem tem como conteúdo seu próprio projeto, ou seja, o papel que decide representar no drama de sua existência - drama que, por sua vez, consiste e se esgota no argumento. O argumento e somento o argumento é a substância da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Atirado em meio às circunstâncias, o homem tem de pré-determinar o que ele vai ser. Nem a vida pode ser pensada como substância, como Parmênides fez, nem o ser do homem é diferente do simples acontecer. E se é assim - se o homem é o que lhe acontece e aquilo que realiza -, então o homem tem história."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ortega y Gasset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-9174379128907367018?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9174379128907367018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-homem-e-protagonista-de-sua-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/9174379128907367018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/9174379128907367018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-homem-e-protagonista-de-sua-vida.html' title='O homem é protagonista de sua vida'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-8366840022150311796</id><published>2010-05-11T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T04:03:13.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S-k5GSFOx3I/AAAAAAAAABU/_hzHsAvO5MA/s1600/Jan+Steen+-+A+school+for+boys+an+girls+1663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469966002513954674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S-k5GSFOx3I/AAAAAAAAABU/_hzHsAvO5MA/s400/Jan+Steen+-+A+school+for+boys+an+girls+1663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jan Steen - A school for boys an girls 1663&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-8366840022150311796?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8366840022150311796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/jan-steen-school-for-boys-girls-1663.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/8366840022150311796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/8366840022150311796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/jan-steen-school-for-boys-girls-1663.html' title=''/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S-k5GSFOx3I/AAAAAAAAABU/_hzHsAvO5MA/s72-c/Jan+Steen+-+A+school+for+boys+an+girls+1663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-7025512995729160955</id><published>2010-05-10T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T06:57:23.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideia do futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"A ideia do futuro, prenhe de uma infinidade de possíveis, é pois mais fecunda do que o próprio futuro, e é por isso que há mais encanto na esperança do que na posse, no sonho do que na realidade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Henri Bergson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-7025512995729160955?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7025512995729160955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/ideia-do-futuro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/7025512995729160955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/7025512995729160955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/ideia-do-futuro.html' title='Ideia do futuro'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-4890527281813531345</id><published>2010-05-07T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T04:02:59.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semper Fidelis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Sousa, John Philip - "Semper Fidelis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-4890527281813531345?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4890527281813531345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/semper-fidelis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/4890527281813531345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/4890527281813531345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/semper-fidelis.html' title='Semper Fidelis'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-8610390279699400523</id><published>2010-05-06T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T05:02:03.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não tiro sombras dos buracos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Por que era que eu estava procedendo à-tôa assim? Senhor, sei? O senhor vá pondo seu perceber. A gente vive repetido, o repetido, e, escorregável, num minuto, já está empurrado noutro galho. Acertasse eu com o que depois sabendo fiquei, para lá de tantos assombros... Um está sempre no escuro, só no último derradeiro é que clareia a sala. Digo: o real não está na saída nem na chegada: ele se dispõe para a gente é no meio da travessia. Mesmo fui muito tolo! Hoje em dia, não me queixo de nenhuma coisa. Não tiro sombras dos buracos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guimarães Rosa em &lt;em&gt;Grande Sertão: Veredas&lt;/em&gt; p.64 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-8610390279699400523?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8610390279699400523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-tiro-sombras-dos-buracos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/8610390279699400523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/8610390279699400523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-tiro-sombras-dos-buracos.html' title='Não tiro sombras dos buracos'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-2715712520431219857</id><published>2010-05-05T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T05:59:34.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria das reminiscências</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Se for verdadeiro o que costumas dizer-nos com frequência, que o aprender (mathesis) não é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;nada mais que recordar (anámnesis), é necessário que tenhamos aprendido, num tempo anterior, aquilo de que recordamos agora. E isso seria impossível se nossa alma não tivesse existido em outro lugar antes de assumir essa forma humana. De modo que também por esse caminho parece que a alma é algo imortal" (Platão, &lt;em&gt;Fédon&lt;/em&gt;, 72e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Então, estando toda natureza relacionada e tendo aprendido a alma todas as coisas, nada impede que, lembrando somente de uma - isso que as pessoas chamam de aprender -, chegue a descobrir todo o resto, se for corajosa e não se cansar de investigar. Porque investigar e aprender não são nada mais que recordar". (Platão, Mênon, 81d.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-2715712520431219857?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2715712520431219857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/teoria-das-reminiscencias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/2715712520431219857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/2715712520431219857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/teoria-das-reminiscencias.html' title='Teoria das reminiscências'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-3612068214764173370</id><published>2010-05-04T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T04:13:52.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S-ABJH_N6KI/AAAAAAAAABM/rK2K2IeMwg8/s1600/Chardin,+Jean+Baptiste+Simeon+-+Young+man+with+violin+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467371203902433442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S-ABJH_N6KI/AAAAAAAAABM/rK2K2IeMwg8/s400/Chardin,+Jean+Baptiste+Simeon+-+Young+man+with+violin+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Chardin, Jean Baptiste - Young man with violin 1735&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-3612068214764173370?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3612068214764173370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/chardin-jean-baptiste-young-man-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/3612068214764173370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/3612068214764173370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/chardin-jean-baptiste-young-man-with.html' title=''/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S-ABJH_N6KI/AAAAAAAAABM/rK2K2IeMwg8/s72-c/Chardin,+Jean+Baptiste+Simeon+-+Young+man+with+violin+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-5028369816522107674</id><published>2010-05-03T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:08:24.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que o dinheiro não compra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Você precisa conquistar aquilo que o dinheiro não compra. Caso contrário, será um miserável, ainda que seja um milionário"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A.Cury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-5028369816522107674?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5028369816522107674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-que-o-dinheiro-nao-compra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5028369816522107674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5028369816522107674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-que-o-dinheiro-nao-compra.html' title='O que o dinheiro não compra'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-1428252770253429232</id><published>2010-04-30T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T05:28:40.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção à vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;"Norma" de Bellini - Maria Callas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-1428252770253429232?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1428252770253429232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/cancao-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/1428252770253429232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/1428252770253429232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/cancao-vida.html' title='Canção à vida'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-5771809170860337356</id><published>2010-04-29T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T04:36:38.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Levanta, olha Dora com olhos agradecidos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt; - Você é a mãezinha da gente, agora... - Mas fica encabulado do que diz, pensa que Dora não compreenderá mesmo porque ela está rindo com seu rosto sério de quase mulherzinha. Mas Professoar compreende, e Gato, na frente de Dora, falando numa voz feliz, mas sem desejo, chamando-a de mãe, e ela sorrindo com seu ar maternal de quase mulherzinha, fica gravado na cabeça de Professor como um quadro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gato joga o paletó nas costas e sai com seu passo gingado. Sente que há qualquer coisa de novo no trapiche: eles encontraram mãe, carinho e cuidados de mãe. Dalva o estranha nesta noite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Que foi que teve? Que foi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas ele guarda seu segredo. É uma coisa tão grande demais encontrar na terra uma mãe que já morreu. Dalva não entenderia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trecho de &lt;em&gt;'Capitães de Areia'&lt;/em&gt; de Jorge Amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-5771809170860337356?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5771809170860337356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/norma-de-bellini-maria-callas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5771809170860337356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5771809170860337356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/norma-de-bellini-maria-callas.html' title='A mãe'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-5828708578060407373</id><published>2010-04-28T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T04:52:51.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como viver a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"O plano não faz a vida, mas é a vida que, vivendo, faz o plano. Não se esforce em regular sua ação pelo pensamento; melhor, deixe que aquela forme, informe, deforme e transforme seu plano. Vá saindo de você, revelando-se para você mesmo; sua personalidade estará totalmente formada no final da vida e não no começo dela; somente a morte completa e coroa a vida. O homem de hoje não é o de ontem, nem o de amanhã. Assim como você muda, deixe que mude seu ideal. Sua vida é, diante de sua consciência, a revelação contínua, no tempo, da sua eternidade, o desenvolvimento de seu símbolo; você se descobrirá na medida em que atua. Avance, pois, nas profundezas de seu espírito, e descobrirá a cada dia novos horizontes, terras virgens, rios de imaculada pureza, céus nunca vistos, novas estrelas e novas constelações. Quando a vida é profunda, é um poema de contínuo e ondulante ritmo. Não encadeie sua eterna condição, que se desenvolve no tempo, a fugidios reflexos dele. Viva cada dia nas ondas do tempo, mas assentado sobre sua roca viva, dentro do mar da eternidade; dia a dia na eternidade: é assim que você deve viver." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Miguel de Unamuno, Adentro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-5828708578060407373?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5828708578060407373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/como-viver-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5828708578060407373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5828708578060407373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/como-viver-vida.html' title='Como viver a vida'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-4069398249739620535</id><published>2010-04-27T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T04:46:46.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S9bOW-MsqmI/AAAAAAAAABE/TUqvFctgttQ/s1600/Bazille+-+Still+Life+With+Fish+1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464782091909376610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S9bOW-MsqmI/AAAAAAAAABE/TUqvFctgttQ/s400/Bazille+-+Still+Life+With+Fish+1866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bazille - Still Life with Fish 1866&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-4069398249739620535?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4069398249739620535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/bazille-still-life-with-fish-1866.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/4069398249739620535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/4069398249739620535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/bazille-still-life-with-fish-1866.html' title=''/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S9bOW-MsqmI/AAAAAAAAABE/TUqvFctgttQ/s72-c/Bazille+-+Still+Life+With+Fish+1866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-1391025829089874752</id><published>2010-04-26T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T05:59:30.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"O gênio, significa em primeiro lugar, transcendente capacidade de sofrer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;T. Carlyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-1391025829089874752?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1391025829089874752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-genio-significa-em-primeiro-lugar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/1391025829089874752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/1391025829089874752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-genio-significa-em-primeiro-lugar.html' title=''/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-150225961855554361</id><published>2010-04-23T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T04:07:30.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offenbach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Orpheus in Hades" Jacques Offenbach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-150225961855554361?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/150225961855554361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/offenbach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/150225961855554361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/150225961855554361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/offenbach.html' title='Offenbach'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-1330361155308692326</id><published>2010-04-22T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T04:10:03.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procurar a si mesmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"E nesse ponto abrasou-me de repente como aguda chama a revelação definitiva: todo homem tinha uma 'missão', mas ninguém podia escolher a sua, delimitá-la ou administrá-la a seu prazer. Era errôneo querer novos deuses, era completamente errôneo querer dar algo ao mundo. Para o homem consciente só havia um dever: &lt;strong&gt;procurar a si mesmo&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;afirmar-se em si mesmo e seguir sempre adiante o seu próprio caminho, sem se preocupar com o fim a que possa conduzi-lo. Tal descoberta comoveu-me profundamente e foi para mim como o fruto daquela vivência. Muitas vezes havia brincado com imagens do futuro e havia entressonhado os destinos que me estavam reservados, como poeta ou talvez como profeta, como pintor, ou de que modo fosse. E tudo isso era um equívoco. Eu não existia para fazer versos, para rezar ou para pintar. Nem eu nem nenhum homem existíamos para isso. Tudo era secundário. &lt;strong&gt;O verdadeiro ofício de cada um era apenas chegar a si mesmo&lt;/strong&gt;. Depois, podia acabar poeta ou louco, profeta ou criminoso. Isso já não era coisa sua, e além de tudo, em última instância, carecia de todo alcance. Sua missão era encontrar seu próprio destino, e não qualquer um, e &lt;strong&gt;vivê-lo inteiramente até o fim&lt;/strong&gt;. Tudo o mais era ficar a meio caminho, era retroceder para refugiar-se no ideal da coletividade, era adaptação e medo da própria individualidade interior"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trecho de "Demian" Hermann Hesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-1330361155308692326?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1330361155308692326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/procurar-si-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/1330361155308692326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/1330361155308692326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/procurar-si-mesmo.html' title='Procurar a si mesmo'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-5773383351061116553</id><published>2010-04-21T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T04:27:23.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria da Sincronicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo está ligado? É impressão? Segundo C. G. Jung, autor da &lt;em&gt;Teoria da Sincronicidade,&lt;/em&gt; o princípio de conexões acausais é que rege as coincidências significativas. Elas acontecem quando um conteúdo inesperado - direta ou indiretamente ligado a um acontecimento objetivo - coincide com um determinado estado psíquico. A chave para compreender a sincronicidade é conectar os eventos externos com os internos e isso aumentará nossa capacidade de tomar boas decisões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nós não temos o controle nem precisamos ter, essa é a lição da sincronicidade, que afirma que há uma ordem subjacente aos fatos e que o horizonte se amplia à medida que aceitamos a existência do inesperado e do nonsense, com sua dose de surpresa e risco    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-5773383351061116553?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5773383351061116553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/teoria-da-sincronicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5773383351061116553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5773383351061116553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/teoria-da-sincronicidade.html' title='Teoria da Sincronicidade'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-8875503294077283109</id><published>2010-04-20T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T02:59:31.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S816nbsvXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/g-7EsQCpBGw/s1600/George+Marks+(1857+1933)+-+The+Rhododendron+Walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462156740939177554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S816nbsvXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/g-7EsQCpBGw/s400/George+Marks+(1857+1933)+-+The+Rhododendron+Walk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;George Marks - The Rhododendron Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-8875503294077283109?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8875503294077283109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/george-marks-rhododendron-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/8875503294077283109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/8875503294077283109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/george-marks-rhododendron-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>O. 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Jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-8166005289708953087?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8166005289708953087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/copia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/8166005289708953087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/8166005289708953087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/copia.html' title='Cópia'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-2807989642091203707</id><published>2010-04-17T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T03:52:23.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haicai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Noite na cabana - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um grilo na prateleira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;procura por algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Issa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-2807989642091203707?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2807989642091203707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/haicai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/2807989642091203707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/2807989642091203707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/haicai.html' title='Haicai'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-6213279081628796648</id><published>2010-04-16T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T02:49:32.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Beethoven - Overture "The Ruins of Athens" op. 113&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-6213279081628796648?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6213279081628796648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/overture.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/6213279081628796648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/6213279081628796648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/overture.html' title='Overture'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-7691884355666757576</id><published>2010-04-15T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:55:21.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa cela ou num deserto está o infinito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Reconhecer a realidade como um forma de ilusão, e a ilusão são como um forma da realidade, é igualmente necessário e igualmente inútil. A vida contemplativa, para sequer existir, tem que considerar os acidentes objetivos como premissas dispersas de uma conclusão inatingível; mas tem ao mesmo tempo que considerar as contigências do sonho como em certo modo dignas daquela atenção a elas, pela qual nos tornamos contemplativos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Qualquer coisa, conforme se considera, é um assombro ou um estorvo, um tudo ou nada, um caminho ou uma preocupação. Considerá-la cada vez de um modo diferente é renová-la, multiplicá-la por si mesma. É por isso que o espírito contemplativo que nunca sai da sua aldeia tem contudo à sua ordem o universo inteiro. Numa cela ou num deserto está o infinito. Numa pedra dorme-se cosmicamente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa em "O Livro do Desassossego" p. 118   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-7691884355666757576?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7691884355666757576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/numa-cela-ou-num-deserto-esta-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/7691884355666757576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/7691884355666757576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/numa-cela-ou-num-deserto-esta-o.html' title='Numa cela ou num deserto está o infinito'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-2913106736882168496</id><published>2010-04-14T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T03:59:21.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo que pertence a nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que é duração para Bergson? Duração é liberdade temporal. Tempo qualitativo. Sabe-se que o tempo denominado objetivo é medido por intermédio dos relógios e outros mecanismos que apenas estão preocupados com o passar do tempo em sua forma sucessiva, mensurável. A duração para Bergson fundamenta-se, justamente, em outros elementos ligados à temporalidade. Qualidade do tempo. Subjetividade. Eis os conceitos essenciais que sustentam a duração. Como mensurar aqueles momentos que não "têm tempo"? Ou seja, momentos felizes que parecem voar? Ou momentos tensos que parecem dilatar cada instante? Como medir tal tempo se ele estaria ligado a uma sensibilidade única, singular e intransferível? Isso é duração. O tempo que jamais pode ser medido porque obedece a ritmos pessoais. Sabidamente, mais do que nunca, os complexos tecidos invisíveis que sustentam o poder e sua perversidade agudamente refinadíssima, nos dias atuais, centram-se em comprar o nosso tempo, buscando, dessa forma, esvaziar sonhos, projetos individuais e coletivos, vidas, subjetividades. Bergson resgata, em parte, um pouco de nossa potencialidade com indicativos de que ainda é possível, a duras penas, resgatar um tempo que pertence exclusivamente a nós e, como tal, incompartilhável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trechos do livro "Memória e Vida" de Henri Bergson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-2913106736882168496?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2913106736882168496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-tempo-que-pertence-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/2913106736882168496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/2913106736882168496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-tempo-que-pertence-nos.html' title='O tempo que pertence a nós'/><author><name>O. 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Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S8ROIgKwLLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wzRfEzKwLlo/s72-c/Israels,+Josef+-+Awaiting+The+Fishermans+Return.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-5698490166578517009</id><published>2010-04-12T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T07:08:55.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"O homem não é tão ferido pelo que acontece mais sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;por sua opinião sobre o que acontece"      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Montaigne&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;E ainda Nietzsche:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Não há fatos, só interpretação"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-5698490166578517009?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5698490166578517009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-homem-nao-e-tao-ferido-pelo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5698490166578517009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5698490166578517009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-homem-nao-e-tao-ferido-pelo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-8973815622561197889</id><published>2010-04-10T04:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T04:16:59.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bashô</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The voices of the cicadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Penetrates the rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-8973815622561197889?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8973815622561197889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/basho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/8973815622561197889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/8973815622561197889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/basho.html' title='Bashô'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-4656191630720842367</id><published>2010-04-09T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T04:42:29.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorfose</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando certa manhã Gregor Samsa despertou, depois de um noite mal dormida, achou-se em sua cama transformado em um monstruoso inseto. Estava deitado sobre a dura carapaça de suas costas, e ao levantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um pouco a cabeça viu a figura convexa de seu ventre escuro, sulcado por pronunciadas ondulações, em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cuja proeminência a colcha mal podia aguentar, pois estava visivelmente a ponto de escorregar até o solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inúmeras patas, lamentavelmente esquálidas em comparação com a grossura comum de suas pernas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ofereciam a seus olhos o espetáculo de uma agitação sem consistência."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Início do livro "A metamorfose" de Franz Kafka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-4656191630720842367?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4656191630720842367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/metamorfose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/4656191630720842367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/4656191630720842367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/metamorfose.html' title='Metamorfose'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-1442785444932419907</id><published>2010-04-08T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T04:19:24.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A guerra é o pai de todas as coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O mundo, dizia Heráclito, é um fluxo perpétuo onde nada permanece idêntico a si mesmo, mas tudo se transforma no seu contrário. A luta é a harmonia dos contrários, responsável pela ordem racional do universo. Nossa experiência sensorial percebe o mundo como se tudo fosse estável e permanente, mas o pensamento sabe que nada permanece, tudo se torna o contrário de si mesmo. O &lt;em&gt;lógos&lt;/em&gt;  é a mundança de todas as coisas, os conflitos entre elas, e a contradição. Por isso Heráclito dizia: " A guerra (ou a luta) é o pai de todas as coisas". O dia se opõe à noite, o quente ao frio, o úmido ao seco, o bom ao mau, o novo ao velho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A ordem do mundo são essas oposições e a mudança contínua de um no outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-1442785444932419907?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1442785444932419907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/guerra-e-o-pai-de-todas-as-coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/1442785444932419907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/1442785444932419907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/guerra-e-o-pai-de-todas-as-coisas.html' title='A guerra é o pai de todas as coisas'/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-5684285537220210740</id><published>2010-04-07T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:00:19.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ser como as coisas que não tem boca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;comunicando-me apenas por infusão, por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aderências,  por incrustações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ser bicho, criança, folhas secas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom é ser como o junco no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seco e oco"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Manoel de Barros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-5684285537220210740?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5684285537220210740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/ser-como-as-coisas-que-nao-tem-boca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5684285537220210740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/5684285537220210740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/ser-como-as-coisas-que-nao-tem-boca.html' title=''/><author><name>O. Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-2071350649516153909</id><published>2010-04-06T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T04:19:27.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S7sXyMNOw9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/a9xmeRjsMhI/s1600/Achenbach+-++Die+alte+Akademie+in+Duesseldorf+1831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456981524527104978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvBUlzp1RaM/S7sXyMNOw9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/a9xmeRjsMhI/s400/Achenbach+-++Die+alte+Akademie+in+Duesseldorf+1831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Achenbach - Die alte akademie in Duesseldorf 1831&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-2071350649516153909?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2071350649516153909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/2071350649516153909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/2071350649516153909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>O. 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Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08807969410602057016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963874413992748201.post-1476176283017789791</id><published>2010-03-31T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T07:46:42.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Só o presente é verdadeiro e real... Por conseguinte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;deveríamos dar-lhe uma acolhida jovial e fruir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;com consciência cada hora suportável e livre de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;contrariedades ou dores, em vez de turvá-la com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;expressões carrancudas acerca de esperanças malogradas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto ao futuro, devemos pensar: isso repousa no colo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dos deuses".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Schopenhauer em seus &lt;em&gt;Aforismos para a Sabedoria de Vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6963874413992748201-1476176283017789791?l=odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1476176283017789791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-o-presente-e-verdadeiro-e-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/1476176283017789791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6963874413992748201/posts/default/1476176283017789791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odacardofragmentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-o-presente-e-verdadeiro-e-real.html' title=''/><author><name>O. 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