<?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-6253978</id><updated>2012-01-23T11:12:21.330-08:00</updated><category term='ua'/><title type='text'>Lilith in Wonderland</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-608556301313148557</id><published>2011-09-19T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T05:52:00.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Recentemente a morte visitou minha família. Ela foi daquelas surpresas que aparecem de supetão sem que você nem tenha como recusar a visita. There´s no choice. Nenhuma chance, nenhuma janela de emergência nem uma basculante em um labirinto sem saída. De repente tudo fica cinza, mas não porque a morte seja escura, mas porque ela não é compatível com a vida, do contrário não seriam opostos um do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/608556301313148557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=608556301313148557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/608556301313148557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/608556301313148557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2011/09/recentemente-morte-visitou-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taFracSfrQM/Tnc624XTVoI/AAAAAAAAAso/1l9LdvMtlac/s72-c/pauta_216_CPP_RGallop_03_MorteeVida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-8427872911336157441</id><published>2011-08-04T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T07:48:38.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Learning How To Feel

                              É difícil constatar que tudo que você mais amou ou odiou ser, lentamente foge daquilo que você é hoje. Passado e presente não são necessariamente a mesma coisa, pelo contrário, insistem em se dissociar a medida que é impossível seguir em frente sob duas formas. Ou você vai por um lado, ou vai pelo outro. A velha  história da encruzilhada das </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/8427872911336157441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=8427872911336157441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/8427872911336157441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/8427872911336157441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2011/08/learning-how-to-feel-e-dificil.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a__0bx9D_9o/Tjqv-wyhg-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/qcVD6wlBThU/s72-c/199812_201060119921716_100000531897585_707994_36067_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-1468948120051466181</id><published>2011-06-30T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T07:22:03.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Não lembro se foi na infância, ou se já estava na adolescência, deve ter sido um pouco dos dois, mas a Cecília Meirelles realmente marcou determinada fase na minha vida. Seus poemas simples, e ao mesmo tempo tão sábios, tão femininos, tão nossos, me aqueceram a mente nesta manhã fria e cinza.  Eu tenho fases como a lua, fazer de ser sozinha, fazer de ser sua. 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Eu estava em uma estrada e de repente a levaram. Um pivete que vestia um casaco vermelho com capuz, a levou para dentro de uma grande escola, tive que correr por salas e escadas compridas atrás dela. Em meio a essa correria me deparei com um curto circuito, algo se prendeu em torno do meu pescoço dando um choque em mim e em um homem que tentava me ajudar, ele </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1798468329870716671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=1798468329870716671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1798468329870716671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1798468329870716671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2011/06/esta-noite-sonhei-com-minha-mala-estava.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EX5G5HYLH1U/TgoHU_lRqaI/AAAAAAAAAas/t6EVMo1SnPM/s72-c/face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-5868675556973087011</id><published>2011-06-23T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T06:17:49.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Existe um tempo em que os olhos ficam estáticos. parados, vislumbranDo uma folha em branco de papel. Como se tudo ao redor estivesse pintado com uma tinta opaca e a visão turva como os olhos míopes. De fato eles o são, às vezes escondem coisas que não queremos ver, tornando umas pequenas e outras grandes demais. Me pergunto se a visão é apenas um estímulo nervoso ou algo extremamente ligado ao </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/5868675556973087011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=5868675556973087011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5868675556973087011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5868675556973087011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2011/06/existe-um-tempo-em-que-os-olhos-ficam.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsDrKsT2t9o/TgiCp1kdGnI/AAAAAAAAAao/PgU9LZuktyg/s72-c/catherinebeauty13_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-2574122901886336608</id><published>2011-06-21T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T12:34:22.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; 
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Imagens se formam diante dos olhos e desaparecem em instantes assim como o entreabir das pálpebras. Parece que estou dormindo dentro de uma concha de metal a prova de sons. Talvez esta sensação seja resultado da noite anterior</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/2398967278890439621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=2398967278890439621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/2398967278890439621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/2398967278890439621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2011/01/em-frente-ao-computador-com-temperatura.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/TSS-Y_No_MI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mPdRtxeTlls/s72-c/black-and-white-kaleidoscope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-5967267552047685858</id><published>2010-12-28T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T04:28:37.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love is all and about a tragic desire Someone was walking on the streets, perhaps was going to somewhere, to find something, to find yourself. Love is it, is a state of luck, while you are searching it. Some people that I know have been suffering because the love of someone else. A very close friend told me yesterday that he was quite nervous and depressed because he and his girlfriend had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/5967267552047685858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=5967267552047685858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5967267552047685858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5967267552047685858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-is-all-and-about-tragic-desire.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/TRo2YGuZ2XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5Kvle8wtDBY/s72-c/64910%252C573%252C80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-8687836774937097475</id><published>2010-12-01T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T04:34:54.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Entre as paredes pintadas de cor pastel, e as nuvens assumindo formas de névoa branca em tons amarelados, dando sinais de que o sol estava presente, era uma tarde, quem sabe correndo para seu final princípio de noite onde cores alaranjadas tomaram conta do céu. Então existiam alguns fetos com suas cabeças enormes e corpos esmilhinguidos a espera de carinho e atenção. Cuidado, ao tocar, ao </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/8687836774937097475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=8687836774937097475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/8687836774937097475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/8687836774937097475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/12/entre-as-paredes-pintadas-de-cor-pastel.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/TPbTPIHkh6I/AAAAAAAAAO0/ptgXOX6Rw4I/s72-c/090512104554_feto_226x283b%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-4641896399804199326</id><published>2010-11-16T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T04:35:34.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The spotlight drawned in my face.Sometimes, We feel a kind o extasy in every single moment of life.Others everything seems complain to a disaster.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/4641896399804199326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=4641896399804199326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/4641896399804199326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/4641896399804199326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/11/spotlight-drawned-in-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-5258075383027083501</id><published>2010-11-02T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T04:36:08.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enquanto você não vê...“Uma das mudanças básicas nos últimos duzentos anos é a crescente compreensão de que a verdade é construída mais do que descoberta.” (Ernesto Laclau)Compreender o universo aparentemente pode ser uma tarefa um tanto fácil, a maioria das pessoas pensam que o compreendem. Porém, a compreensão vai além de simplesmente entender um significado. O fato é que não pensamos em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/5258075383027083501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=5258075383027083501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5258075383027083501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5258075383027083501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/11/enquanto-voce-nao-ve.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/TNCWt1pPreI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Jk0wfxPRPJU/s72-c/auto_imagem2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-3215229249244871411</id><published>2010-10-17T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T04:36:51.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can we pretend that airplaines in the night sky are like shooting stars, I can use a wish right now." Podemos dizer que são reais os pensamentos e sentimentos de alguém, mas sempre sob reserva de garantias personalistas, já que não são tangíveis, objetivamente comprováveis.""O ser das coisas está na percepção subjetiva e que portanto, REAL é o que emerge na consciência."Muitas vezes já nos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/3215229249244871411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=3215229249244871411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/3215229249244871411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/3215229249244871411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/10/can-we-pretend-that-airplaines-in-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/TLsTdGmzMbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JFpkneaSBMk/s72-c/vulnerable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-7492018077566064409</id><published>2010-09-26T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:59:54.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Noite clara céu aberto dias em que nos permitimos mais.Uma energia muito boa começa a renovar todos os ambientes em que se possa estar. É interessante como tudo se renova a cada instante mudando o cenário que a pouco parecia estranhamente vazio. Um momento especialmente intenso e real se transformando em algo muito bom que penetra em todos os cômodos do nosso eu. A vida é mesmo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/7492018077566064409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=7492018077566064409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7492018077566064409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7492018077566064409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/09/noite-clara-ceu-aberto-dias-em-que-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/TJ_6dnSmjcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/921NPnjZ9ic/s72-c/the-sun-is-shining-again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-6569740587622863495</id><published>2010-09-05T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T13:56:00.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are always looking for something.O fato de estarmos sempre procurando por algo faz com que muitas vezes nos sintamos desconfortáveis com a própria existência. Tudo parece acertado quando de repente algo se quebra e se divide em pedaços cristalizando no chão a imagem do adeus. Adeus ao momento anterior, ao concreto que se fragmenta instantâneamente. Realmente, é muito fácil tudo mudar em uma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/6569740587622863495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=6569740587622863495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6569740587622863495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6569740587622863495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-are-always-looking-for-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/TIQD2Xjyd2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/tso2ltP4Ego/s72-c/4541039143_ecd06755fa_o_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-1580351013307371561</id><published>2010-07-29T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T13:41:42.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I´m brilhant, I´m a Journalist! Parece que foi ontem que tudo começou, subindo as escadas da faculdade com as pernas tremendo, mãos suando e coração pulsando acelerado. Abrindo um livro de infinitas páginas onde muito mais que palavras, rostos estamparam as folhas de uma história única, a minha história. A faculdade para quem se apaixona por ela, é o melhor casamento. Pois mesmo que você </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1580351013307371561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=1580351013307371561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1580351013307371561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1580351013307371561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-brilhant-im-journalist-parece-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/TIQAbQFdJwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/2gczO4pLlh4/s72-c/tumblr_l2ygeiIXDB1qze4yoo1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-7946545792431360345</id><published>2010-07-27T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:43:50.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não interessa se as pessoas morrem a cada instante, se há crianças passando fome, se guerras silenciosas se travam entre as nações, se o mundo está a caminho do fim. A razão e a consciência se ausentaram por alguns dias e tudo que se pode sentir é uma quantidade imensa de nervos brigando entre si dentro do corpo. Extremidades que se chocam lentamente provocando pequenas explosões, percorrem toda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/7946545792431360345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=7946545792431360345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7946545792431360345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7946545792431360345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-interessa-se-as-pessoas-morrem-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/TE-ZV_O2qtI/AAAAAAAAANc/EY7ABpwGpmo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-8585976341410248678</id><published>2010-07-26T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:07:21.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O melhor esconderijo, a maior escuridão, já não servem de abrigo, já não dão proteção.As vozes falam, ecoam sob os ouvidos fazem piruetas e giram aleatóriamente. Elas falam muito, são incessantes, reverberam palavras infinitas enquanto a língua vai consentindo. Diante do quadro, da pista, do vaivém, alegria intensa se perpetua sobre cada molécula de ser, sinto o estar, o presente, o sol se pondo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/8585976341410248678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=8585976341410248678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/8585976341410248678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/8585976341410248678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-melhor-esconderijo-maior-escuridao-ja.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/TE5baiYFTFI/AAAAAAAAANU/ssz7mHkgz1E/s72-c/824_the_Mary+Stuat3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-6412686065366293504</id><published>2010-07-05T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:50:12.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As palavras apenas acontecem, como os fatos, como os acasos que não esperamos e como a esperança que de repente toma folêgo de um pobre desacreditado dianta da desgraça urbana. Eu vivo inteiramente mergulhada em mim, um dia desses gostaria de sair nadar além dos meus próprios oceanos, conhecer os corais vizinhos é algo estranhamente tentador, porém não os possuo que diferença fará. O domínio é </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/6412686065366293504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=6412686065366293504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6412686065366293504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6412686065366293504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/07/obrigado-pela-oportunidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/TDKLJXEOSkI/AAAAAAAAANM/-I6L_VWyKSk/s72-c/tumblr_l18ju0jTkd1qa9uq3o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-713617841454760958</id><published>2010-06-27T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:12:24.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não sei escrever quanto estou alegre. Parecem que as palavras não fluem como das outras vezes, quando me sinto levemente melancólica. Seria um momento ideal para escrever uma carta, um poema, uma canção, ou apenas uma frase. Recolheria algumas palavras espalhadas por aí, tentaria juntá-las e de repente sairia algo como: Não tenho nada a declarar. É isso mesmo,dificilmente me sinto satisfeita com </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/713617841454760958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=713617841454760958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/713617841454760958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/713617841454760958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-sei-escrever-quanto-estou-alegre.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/TCgE0m6HpTI/AAAAAAAAANE/sFR1gYUtnes/s72-c/tumblr_l1by9bC1ZH1qbyp9zo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-6717111344690030772</id><published>2010-06-03T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:05:35.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A inversão dos pólos...As mulheres desde a Grécia antiga são cultuadas como Deusas capazes de gerar vida, carregarem dentro de si uma criatura. Frágeis, submissas, sensíveis, mães, meninas, crianças. Desde que o mundo é mundo o universo masculino é povoado por diversos estereótipos femininos, muitos deles subjulgando a capacidade das mulheres serem algo além de um objeto sexual. A liberação dos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/6717111344690030772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=6717111344690030772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6717111344690030772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6717111344690030772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/06/inversao-dos-polos.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/TAhNydu82SI/AAAAAAAAAM8/SQOcP4qDIeY/s72-c/probA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-1115881791489328168</id><published>2010-05-30T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:33:24.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another flashback: AN OLD ON THE ROADCerta vez, enquanto a chuva entrecortava minha volta aquele lugar, percebendo aos poucos que meus pés foram longe andando por aquelas ruas de areia da cidade de interior, onde ainda os cavalos andavam sob suas pedras mal colocadas, e o sol se punha no fim do horizonte em um adeus alaranjado. Cheguei ainda noite, as luzes dos postes ofuscadas por uma pequena </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1115881791489328168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=1115881791489328168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1115881791489328168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1115881791489328168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/05/flashback.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/TAMfuje119I/AAAAAAAAAM0/fjHBk91_2Cw/s72-c/3706236143_95caed6d4e_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-9032025067898100061</id><published>2010-05-16T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T13:19:37.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Campos verdes onde as almas deleitam-se, abrigo para os desesperados sonhadores que deixaram de semear a terra, sofreram e pagaram seus pecados diante de um ato de culpa em auto punição, agora sob o horizonte azul refugiam-se recostando cada membro sobre a leiva fina e macia. O vento bate em seus ombros encorajando as almas em um afago de esperança. I´m sitting here, beside my own body that was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/9032025067898100061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=9032025067898100061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/9032025067898100061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/9032025067898100061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/05/campos-verdes-onde-as-almas-deleitam-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/S_BTJLwyDwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vDtcZ0yRcOA/s72-c/BN3133_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-6290740096129617470</id><published>2010-05-08T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T04:34:23.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dark and cold roomMãos gélidas, tateam a chave de luz no escuro. A moldura da janela de vidro ao fundo deixa que o vento invada a sala sacudindo os tecidos finos da cortina. Em uma pequena mesa de centro repousam um cinzeiro e uma garrafa de whiskey escocês pela metade. A televisão está ligada, uma programação colorida projeta alguns flashes de luz no ambiente, pálido, escuro, e frio. Alguém </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/6290740096129617470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=6290740096129617470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6290740096129617470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6290740096129617470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/05/dark-and-cold-room-maos-gelidas-tateam.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/S-WTP2fsM3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/g3B-FqbZjH4/s72-c/darkroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-1521493203064429442</id><published>2010-04-21T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T04:33:55.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ashes and Wine. Cada gota da chuva escorrendo no vidro, lentamente caindo sob a paisagem nebulosa exterior. A temperatura diferentemente de ontem gela as mãos. Ansiei este momento. Então, como em um filme chamado dejavú, me vejo admirando o céu negro, frio e estrelado. Às vezes é preciso sentir a presença de si mesmo para perceber que o isolamente é a melhor forma de reconhecer o discurso quem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1521493203064429442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=1521493203064429442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1521493203064429442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1521493203064429442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/04/ashes-and-wine.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/S8-2WG1VpJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uQTCJlxrd7E/s72-c/DSCN4113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-9030422228419601079</id><published>2010-04-15T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T04:32:53.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A hora do Adeus!PARTE IO relato de uma história de amor, apaixonante.Depois de quatro anos, perambular pelos corredores da faculdade já não é mais a mesma coisa. Se for mesmo pra contabilizar os anos, acredito que já se passaram uns cinco. Lembro nitidamente do primeiro dia em que pus o pé direito no prédio da Faculdade de Artes e Comunicação, a tão conhecida FAC. Era um fim de tarde de outono, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/9030422228419601079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=9030422228419601079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/9030422228419601079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/9030422228419601079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/04/hora-do-adeus-parte-i-o-relato-de-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/S8e8gIrKJLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/oKIquktLHDs/s72-c/Friends+(526).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-1269940863028753946</id><published>2010-04-11T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T04:29:52.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O dia pede para que eu saia correndo daqui e vá abraçá-lo. Uma tarde ensolarada de meia- estação, um calorzinho agradável e o cachorro do vizinho acoando sem parar. Que maravilha. Neste dia tudo que eu queria era uma ilha, bem isolada, com vento, frio, neve talvez... Para que minhas idéias se convertessem em apenas um vértice. Sem precisar voltar o olhar para o movimento lá fora, nem ter os </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1269940863028753946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=1269940863028753946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1269940863028753946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1269940863028753946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-dia-pede-para-que-eu-saia-correndo.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/S8Ij4jWflhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ew7uDIDwCp8/s72-c/DarkSky2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-5503667003571623556</id><published>2010-04-02T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T04:29:12.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are made of usEu tenho sorte ao encontrar pessoas. Não acredito muito em destino, predestinação ou algo do gênero. Mas me desperta a curiosidade quando paro para pensar que muitas pessoas que surgem pelo caminho diário, mesmo aquelas que se entrecruzam e vão embora como uma longa estrada sem fim, parecem ter uma antena um ímã que conecta-se ao meu ser, as minhas verdades, as minhas sutis ou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/5503667003571623556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=5503667003571623556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5503667003571623556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5503667003571623556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-are-made-of-us-eu-tenho-sorte-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/S7k4unPlBAI/AAAAAAAAAME/GnFr6Vi9Od8/s72-c/paper-people-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-5408284969956701388</id><published>2010-02-21T17:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:53:12.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ENTRE PAPÉIS E RECORTES...Avisto um ônibus há alguns metros de distância. De onde ele vêm?Talvez traga consigo almas sedentas de atenção, talvez traga apenas passageiros ou não traga ninguém. Durante a manhã ensolarada onde o cheiro de madeira eucalipto se espalha pela superfície enquanto borboletas pousam e repousam inquietas sobre os recantos do imenso jardim, ouço o barulho dos pássaros </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/5408284969956701388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=5408284969956701388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5408284969956701388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5408284969956701388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/02/entre-papeis-e-recortes.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/S4Hg_hKfyII/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZFkHqp47QEY/s72-c/OgAAAGIlABh_4lRNR-fjeloXGTgYjf5vK-7kvfsXb7Kea2BtFKZnbFvyRrlCxKz2KqGfuyfm1X_v2AE4SOaDm9t0uMQAm1T1UHfAB0W5xxwhp3Baopze5CDp8t9A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-4728774739671659010</id><published>2010-02-21T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:06:36.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOBRE O ATO DE PROCRASTINAR...É nestes dias de calor febril que sinto uma urgência interminável. Talvez seja culpa do movimento, do ir e vir em que me encontro, das plataformas reais da vida que se entre cruzam com as virtuais para dizer entre links e palavras alguma coisa que queiramos ou esperamos ouvir. Durante um bom tempo estou há adiar milhares de coisas que formam uma pilha de afazeres </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/4728774739671659010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=4728774739671659010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/4728774739671659010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/4728774739671659010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/02/sobre-o-ato-de-procrastinar.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/S4HYeNKGN9I/AAAAAAAAALw/FjPYQUfqTCs/s72-c/web_head_modern_techno_industrial_surreal_art_poster-p228266558708437907tdad_210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-1825224290294844541</id><published>2010-02-17T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:20:53.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Praia, sol, mar, corpos representando a beleza e as horas dispensadas dentro da academia o ano inteiro para enfim exibir nas areias formas apolíneas envoltas em micro tecidos. Tanto os homens quanto as mulheres gaúchas  sabem apreciar a estétíca bela e buscam arduamente este apogeu. Não estou falando de forma crítica bem pelo contrário me considero parte deste time que admira belas formas, porém </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1825224290294844541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=1825224290294844541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1825224290294844541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1825224290294844541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/02/praia-sol-mar-corpos-representando.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/S31oL59bBfI/AAAAAAAAALo/RQmzpWADOW4/s72-c/surreal_art_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-8535334312383257970</id><published>2010-01-22T16:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:51:59.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>::Feeling sad could be a way of building castles::Sinto falta de ter o vento envolta dos meus braços fazendo com que eu me sinta leve por alguns instantes. A estação propícia para adentrar territórios desconhecidos aos poucos se esvai lentamente, a rotina passo a passo é um roteiro que prescreve os dias deixando-os destemperados. Queria poder sentir a intensidade da velocidade com que aos poucos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/8535334312383257970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=8535334312383257970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/8535334312383257970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/8535334312383257970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-sad-could-be-way-of-building.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/S1pUf0cWXJI/AAAAAAAAALg/qPLG3YBsKko/s72-c/pas10004_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-7109082155316988809</id><published>2010-01-05T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T04:36:42.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" O homem é o lobo do homem"Hoje pela manhã acordei e me deparei com um céu cinza de proporções cinematográficas. Fiquei imaginando como seria viver lá em cima, flutuando por entre a imensidão e pulando de nuvem em nuvem a procura de diversão. Acredito que talvez muitas pessoas também já alimentaram sonhos parecidos, já se imaginaram com os pés soltos e lépidos de ponta cabeça para o mundo a fim </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/7109082155316988809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=7109082155316988809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7109082155316988809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7109082155316988809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/S0NYRksofLI/AAAAAAAAALY/nUZi6ppsRyM/s72-c/7582_Edie_Sedgwick2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-6870515325195200003</id><published>2010-01-01T17:52:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:53:55.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É VERÃO há um calor latente lá fora, o ventilador gira rapidamente sobre minha cabeça. Uma segunda feira qualquer, poderia ser a última de minha vida, momento em questão onde também algumas pessoas devem estar nascendo. È fim de tarde, ouço os barulhos dos carros passando lá fora, o motor quente, fervendo sobre o asfalto, poeira, raios de sol ainda quentes dão as ultimas pinceladas de cor ao dia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/6870515325195200003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=6870515325195200003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6870515325195200003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6870515325195200003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-verao-ha-um-calor-latente-la-fora-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/Sz6nCwlqGFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/NZI3ZrnSTvc/s72-c/motel_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-7117660159719261037</id><published>2009-12-13T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:15:55.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ainda preciso descobrir qual é a urgência que tanto me aflinge...O passar apressado dos dias correndo através dos números do calendário imperceptíveis marca no velocímetro das sensações um dígito incoerente.Estou como um monte de pedras soltas no chão, ainda não consegui decifrar porque invariávelmente me sinto tão fragmentada. Há muita expectativa envolta em sonho em ideais que muitas vezes são </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/7117660159719261037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=7117660159719261037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7117660159719261037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7117660159719261037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/12/ainda-preciso-descobrir-qual-e-urgencia.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SyYsc2Ak6VI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Kv94eexLB4I/s72-c/mirror_picass_girlbefore_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-6145387911194104320</id><published>2009-11-25T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T04:50:14.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A PORTA FECHADACerro-me em um planeta.Que mundo é este? Tão particular mas tão desconhecido.Que mundo é este que se diz maravilhoso quando tudo que faço é fechar os olhos para não ver o que meus pensamentos querem dizer. A dor é um misto de sensações inexplicáveis que fazem as lágrimas cairem como gotas d´aguas em uma torneira aberta para a rua. Escorrem por entre os dedos as expectativas que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/6145387911194104320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=6145387911194104320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6145387911194104320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6145387911194104320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/11/porta-fechada-cerro-me-em-um-planeta.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/Sw0md7aoZhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6gBqDsMX8JA/s72-c/drama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-7119435904018142510</id><published>2009-10-27T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:35:42.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pedaços de um mundo inteiro guardados em uma caixinha.Retratos registram lugares, espasmos de tempo, momentos guardados em um flash instantâneo.Pudera eu enxergar entre o vão do tempo e fim de tentar sentir as doses de euforia que ficaram para trás.O corpo esta congelado sobre a areia, parado esperando que a onda venha arremessar-se por cima e tirá-lo desconfortavelmente da solidão, tocando o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/7119435904018142510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=7119435904018142510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7119435904018142510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7119435904018142510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/10/pedacos-de-um-mundo-inteiro-guardados.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-4842829019283567047</id><published>2009-08-18T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:41:28.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tem palavras que ficam recônditas nos cadernos... Tem outras que sopram no pensamento e fogem pelo ar, e têm aquelas que imploram vêemente por serem derramadas em qualquer superfície pois sufocam e agonizam, dilaceram o intervalo de tempo que estão sendo expressadas com doses agudas de sentimentos diversos. Estou sentada em uma plataforma distante, posso ver o céu encoberto de um manto vermelho e</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/4842829019283567047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=4842829019283567047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/4842829019283567047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/4842829019283567047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/08/tem-palavras-que-ficam-reconditas-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SpCCBqJtE1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Iar0KhcudXg/s72-c/surreal-letters-square_~055021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-2375538081519794434</id><published>2009-07-26T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:00:01.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As paisagens que sugerem os filmes são a arte que o cineasta revela em um recorte fantástico da realidade, assim como o jornalista, que faz malabarismos com as palavras e reinventa formas de expressar e dizer, quase a mesma coisa de diferentes formas. O sol se escondendo no horizonte gelado, as casas encobrindo a monhava verde longinqua e aparentemente calma, os carros movendo-se em circulos no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/2375538081519794434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=2375538081519794434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/2375538081519794434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/2375538081519794434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-paisagens-que-sugerem-os-filmes-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/Smzq5xnQU7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/d4JUtdll-Gg/s72-c/wintersunsetgreenctywi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-3515374474990273247</id><published>2009-07-17T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:02:56.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alguém me disse que sempre teve uma pessoa para me dizer o que fazer...Agora me encontro nua em uma encruzilhada de indecisões, a transparência da realidade dói nos olhos...È difícil ter consciência de que a responsabilidade começa a cair por cima dos ombros e que só depende de mim mudar a situação.Não posso mais pedir para ninguém me segurar enquanto eu caminho na corda bamba, adianto o tempo na</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/3515374474990273247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=3515374474990273247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/3515374474990273247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/3515374474990273247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/07/alguem-me-disse-que-sempre-teve-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SmB7UpFmZmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/W7qBuCRdYgA/s72-c/coolestpictureillusion7iz9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-5193506539186142760</id><published>2009-07-09T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:25:13.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fora uma cortina que se abriu no céu cinza de uma tarde chuvosa, que cintilava um horizonte quando os raios se manifestavam... Muitos olhos a espreita de uma fresta para vislumbrar um paraíso de sonhos impossíveis.Cai a noite e a cortina se fecha, antecipadamente acenden-se as luzes e os postes da rua, iluminando as placas que indicam para onde seguir. Há um ser humano só, abrigado em baixo de um</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/5193506539186142760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=5193506539186142760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5193506539186142760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5193506539186142760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/07/fora-uma-cortina-que-se-abriu-no-ceu.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SlXTlC_ZxWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1d1o_Q8bTe8/s72-c/umbrella-man_rain_sherbourne_night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-4578569482686187076</id><published>2009-06-26T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:35:18.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>//I'm so tiredThe BeatlesI'm so tired, I haven't slept a winkI'm so tired, my mind is on the blinkI wonder should I get up and fix myself a drinkNo,no,no.I'm so tired I don't know what to doI'm so tired my mind is set on youI wonder should I call you but I know what you would doYou'd say I'm putting you onBut it's no joke, it's doing me harmYou know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brainYou know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/4578569482686187076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=4578569482686187076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/4578569482686187076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/4578569482686187076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-tiredthe-beatlesim-so-tired-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SkUiq2CRiYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Iu5UbvvRVG8/s72-c/tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-8714840120192662405</id><published>2009-06-26T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:25:08.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E se eu me perder quem irá me encontrar, e se as ruas se tornarem longas demais e não houver mais um ponto finito, estarei longe, distante em qualquer lugar onde ninguém possa tocar...Vôo baixo, o som está pesando a esta hora da tarde, nem mesmo entendo, porque, há tanta confusão. O ar está salgado, não como a brisa da praia, mas com um gosto estranho, de moléstia e estranheza, há dor que não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/8714840120192662405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=8714840120192662405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/8714840120192662405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/8714840120192662405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-se-eu-me-perder-quem-ira-me-encontrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SkUgjcgGGpI/AAAAAAAAAII/VBcex_sLPwo/s72-c/2138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-8475226136964370719</id><published>2009-06-19T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:20:04.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Há um misto de pesar e ódio nessas pequenas frases de lamentação. Há uma estranha incerteza, que foge do controle e instiga a culpa que consome alguns nervos que afloram na pele.Às vezes um insustentável peso, noutras, uma leveza indescritível, trépida. Quando percebo, tal qual uma nuvem tu já vais e partiu, inteiramente longínquo como terras ásperas e culmes delgados te consolas, te prostras e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/8475226136964370719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=8475226136964370719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/8475226136964370719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/8475226136964370719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/06/ha-um-misto-de-pesar-e-odio-nessas.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SjxHKId7RaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/K74tvveG5AE/s72-c/noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-4179469530044689600</id><published>2009-06-13T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:36:47.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ua'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estava assistindo a um filme interessante, estrelado por Morgan Freeman e mais alguns atores dos quais não me recordo o nome e uma frase me fez refletir: " As coisas terminam da maneira que começam."O filme trata das relações humas, do nosso comportamento e consequentemente do AMOR. Incontáveis vezes este foi o enfoque central das minhas postagens que muitas vezes destilavam lágrimas tristes, ou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/4179469530044689600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=4179469530044689600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/4179469530044689600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/4179469530044689600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/06/estava-assistindo-um-filme-interessante.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SjR-J7yepVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Yko7rWkSFns/s72-c/portland_street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-2080472697939843356</id><published>2009-05-20T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:48:20.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou prestes a completar 22 anos. O clima que envolve a data pode ser descrito como a corrida das pessoas às compras que antecedem o Natal. Me sinto constantemente em movimento e a uma sensação de pressa no ar. Pressa para produzir algumas coisas que me são imprescindíveis como a apresentação do meu artigo para o INTERCOM que acontece na próxima semana, pressa para modificar algumas coisas que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/2080472697939843356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=2080472697939843356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/2080472697939843356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/2080472697939843356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/05/estou-prestes-completar-22-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/ShRefuBaBuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gWNudC9Me18/s72-c/sophie-harding-the-cow-jumped-over-the-moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-3760761133611929319</id><published>2009-05-10T16:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:37:30.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Na estrada novamente, depois de uma noite mal dormida observo o sol se por nivelando com o céu um traço avermelhado intenso... linhas que se fundem no horizonte e me fazem pensar em como é bom estar vivo. Em sentir o movimento das coisas mesmo estando parado, estático. E poder sonhar absolutamente o que quiser sem receios. Andei pensando e percebi que estou vivendo livre agora, apesar de as vezes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/3760761133611929319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=3760761133611929319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/3760761133611929319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/3760761133611929319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/05/na-estrada-novamente-depois-de-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SgdlIHyIfUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TuyorAHZP-Q/s72-c/USRINHO.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-5554652163045553280</id><published>2009-05-04T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T05:10:29.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vontade imprescindível de narrar este sonho me fez chegar cedo por aqui hoje. Seria inenarrável daqui algumas horas se não me desse conta de que o esta noite tive uma experiência muito agradável enquanto estava dormindo. A história foi mais ou menos assim: Eu estava em um carro junto com uma amiga e um amigo, esta amiga me remete a mil histórias de adolescente e a um senso infantil sonhador </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/5554652163045553280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=5554652163045553280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5554652163045553280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5554652163045553280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/05/uma-vontade-imprescindivel-de-narrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/Sf7bCJpTOtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vGp3ZsyqOtM/s72-c/16_09_2008_0167959001221553860_nikola_tamindzis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-6628567860563063753</id><published>2009-04-25T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:36:11.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O amor faz a gente pensar em cometer loucuras, estar ao lado da pessoa que gosta a qualquer custo, seja a mil quilometros de distância o amor continua impaciente nervoso louco para encontrar o seu bem seja como for. É a vida tem dessas coisas, não adianta tentar suprir um vazio com outro maior ainda, ainda assim, continuamos nos sentindo meros coadjuvantes de uma história que deveria ser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/6628567860563063753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=6628567860563063753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6628567860563063753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6628567860563063753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-amor-faz-gente-pensar-em-cometer.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SfQAyFwg2iI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gfNOjzr2V0g/s72-c/Long_distance_relationship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-120855082426328651</id><published>2009-04-24T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:09:27.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fico me perguntando quantas coisas perdemos ao longo da vida e imagino que para abrigar todas estas coisas seria necessário um grande setor de achados e perdidos.. do tamanho do infinito. Diversas são as coisas que perdemos, objetos de toda sorte, pessoas, sentimentos, partes de nós, ônibus, carro, hora marcada enfim até mesmo o tempo. Já ouviram falar naquela expressão perda de tempo? Não sei </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/120855082426328651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=120855082426328651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/120855082426328651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/120855082426328651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/04/fico-me-perguntando-quantas-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SfJwrGVP4QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4H2D8Vf2M54/s72-c/img0_mikeys_sporting_madness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-2119846743529673779</id><published>2009-04-20T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:02:15.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sinto partes de mim se desintegrando.Os olhos estão petrificados em uma redôma de fatos que surgem como um flash back.Assombram, desolam, encomodam até o corpo sentir vontade de expurgar tal sensação.Chutar ao vento como uma pedra todo o presente instante de sentimentos entrecortados de dúvida.Interrogação que paira sobre o céu formando uma indagação nas nuvens do tempo.Há silêncio, conformo-me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/2119846743529673779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=2119846743529673779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/2119846743529673779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/2119846743529673779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/04/sinto-partes-de-mim-se-desintegrando.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SeyOcGsNa6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ComBbLEQbBQ/s72-c/ATYAAACaHjBIItTZf4gO5zZCjuke1m61WMZzS-6RRJ_iKIvuzF2zGxrMk8pNjCynSTTHxLP7qUCTZl9BlYCcV3SzO1BwAJtU9VCw_EWVrtPGzPKvStnnjV9DnL3z6Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-2861141526520368514</id><published>2009-04-15T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:32:53.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O instante presenteA caminho da faculdade, o movimento da rua sob a perspectiva de dentro do ônibus é imprevisível. Mesmo que se faça o habitual trajeto todos os dias os personagens que o norteiam nunca são os mesmos. As faces, as roupas, as pernas caminhando em ritmo apressado, as crianças no colo das mães e as pessoas trabalhando formam um círculo interminável de histórias que poderiam </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/2861141526520368514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=2861141526520368514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/2861141526520368514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/2861141526520368514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-instante-presente-caminho-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SeaKuiyp0QI/AAAAAAAAAGo/X60GWMSAv7Q/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-1203271013260313505</id><published>2009-04-10T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:14:16.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sonhei estar voando, voltei para o passado e revi velhas fotografias, chorei por amor, sorri, fumei, traguei violentamente o cigarro, me martirizei, sofri, fiz greve de fome, me descabelei, dormi, acordei, o tempo passou, esperei, senti, falei, ouvi... E agora é noite novamente, o céu cai sobre a minha cama e eu sinto um conforto dentro dos braços. Ele está me aconchegando juntamente com as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1203271013260313505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=1203271013260313505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1203271013260313505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1203271013260313505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonhei-estar-voando-voltei-para-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/Sd_82RfSOZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FTypR21ket0/s72-c/ATgAAABFjsAZyr-64c7z5y4vlr2C9hqU9CphMolCi8q_DqSUu8ym-AA3jq5SST9d68ECdYvkJcULuyhrwfxKL9Hj5-CaAJtU9VChe7z0hVl9OmuNo2BfkTdSwW7BBg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-2758907378402212107</id><published>2009-03-22T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:21:27.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O trabalho, o movimento incessante que nos torna servos da nossa própria escolha e também da nossa obediência me faz crer que cumprimos um dever cada dia que se põe. Uma semana algumas horas ou a vida inteira num movimento robotizado por mãos que guiam, digitam, desenham, preenchem, constroem e também pousam em descanso. Sinto meu corpo amortecido depois das horas em pé, e ainda assim uma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/2758907378402212107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=2758907378402212107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/2758907378402212107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/2758907378402212107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-trabalho-o-movimento-incessante-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/ScbspKIZojI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gplX0RYzWzc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-7221854622220952033</id><published>2009-03-16T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:42:59.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As pessoas são hipócritas, fantasias que caricaturam elas mesmas à representar-se nesta pantomima chamada sistema. Não se está preparado para o esquema. O dia é longo a paciência pequena. O riso é largo e falso. Os fantoches se divertem e somem por entre o cenário que procura a todo custo estar impecável para a apresentação. Teatro é dançar em cima de uma bola de fogo e fingir não se queimar, com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/7221854622220952033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=7221854622220952033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7221854622220952033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7221854622220952033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-pessoas-sao-hipocritas-fantasias-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/Sb7V2fTQBGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9gWynVgTbKg/s72-c/2583072687_d1ef1ac01e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-8245223695400486514</id><published>2009-01-21T03:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:51:28.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O abismo se choca com a rocha. Há silêncio demais, e há lágrimas demais também. Algumas coisas podemos evitar, outras nem tanto. Sinto um calor que encomoda e machuca o peito assim como as dúvidas que pairam sobre meus intermináveis dias. Me pergunto se serei EU o mote de todo conflito, meu individualismo reinante falando através do egoísmo o que não consigo ouvir de mim própria. Por isso faço </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/8245223695400486514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=8245223695400486514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/8245223695400486514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/8245223695400486514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-abismo-se-choca-com-rocha.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SXcMN7E-qSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uOEE4COsHSI/s72-c/pris%C3%A3o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-4035664753695632465</id><published>2009-01-20T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:18:58.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It´s hard...Um novo ano começa, aos poucos os dias correm e se tranformam em intermináveis horas que se passam e dançam conforme um ritmo de música calmo, como se fosse uma canção de ninar. No meio da noite, acordo e sinto um pavor assombrar os meus pensamentos e também meus sonhos, um pavor que se traduz em medo. Medo de não ser feliz ou ser feliz só pela metade, medo de ser só a metade e não o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/4035664753695632465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=4035664753695632465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/4035664753695632465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/4035664753695632465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SXYxpN6yBgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/epSnHfu2ymo/s72-c/movement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-4018475145659214624</id><published>2008-11-24T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:30:42.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu corpo à apreciar o sol, quente. Leve brisa de verão embalando a tarde, um pouco de silêncio para uma mera abstração e muitas lembranças me fazendo companhia. Os raios esquentam a pele, fazem o corpo transpirar, o cheiro do protetor solar sucita na memória a praia das ondas descompassadas indo e vindo. Tal qual como como meus pensamentos. Um tanto longe mesmo que situados no presente e bem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/4018475145659214624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=4018475145659214624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/4018475145659214624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/4018475145659214624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2008/11/meu-corpo-apreciar-o-sol-quente.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SStHKR6WXmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wEbzXcOelLo/s72-c/believe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-698307767706467945</id><published>2008-11-23T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:27:12.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Como os pássaros no final da tarde em que o por do sol já não existe tão claramente e some junto as nuvens que contornam o imenso céu, alguns sentimentos se dissipam nestes últimos dias. Sabores diferentes, recheios distintos, cores novas, lugares e pessoas estranhas, mundo, vidas, colisão de idéias... Assim se chocam minhas emoções. Passáros que batem em revoada em busca de um horizonte comum, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/698307767706467945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=698307767706467945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/698307767706467945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/698307767706467945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2008/11/como-os-passros-no-final-da-tarde-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SSm3lFqb1YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GNhWrT6q_eU/s72-c/freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-6457914470975701232</id><published>2008-11-16T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:17:36.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou só no vagão das emoções. Algo estranho como a incerteza de um possível. Tudo é abstrato. O carinho já não pode tocar com as mãos, o céu é tão alto que cada vez mais se distancia das mãos, e as cores se derramam uma a uma nesta tarde cansativa, de espera de possibilidade incolor. O trem segue por entre os trilhos e apita um sino agudo que faz tremer o coração, uma angustia que ao fechar dos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/6457914470975701232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=6457914470975701232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6457914470975701232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6457914470975701232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2008/11/estou-s-no-vago-das-emoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SSBVp3k9UqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6UuUpLJ7oGk/s72-c/iMAGEM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-3107542673586007377</id><published>2008-11-06T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:25:34.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando vale o amor de um homem?Suas esperanças, suas atitudes, suas aspirações seus êxitos, suas conquistas, seus desafios, sua crença, sua bondade, seu instinto e seu coração...E quem dirá daqueles que não sabem contar? Que não medem o tamanho da esperança e que não falam sobre suas aspirações...Dirá- se que, estes então não merecem ser amados. Confunde-se muitas vezes o sentimento de carência </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/3107542673586007377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=3107542673586007377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/3107542673586007377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/3107542673586007377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2008/11/quando-vale-o-amor-de-um-homem-suas.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SROKD85Si8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Or7U98Ai8Gs/s72-c/fireworks01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-1259779718728072904</id><published>2008-10-22T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:10:06.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É É É eu acho que o bagulho ainda tá de pé.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1259779718728072904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=1259779718728072904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1259779718728072904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1259779718728072904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-acho-que-o-bagulho-ainda-t-de-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-3827196798381660043</id><published>2008-10-13T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:18:27.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chove lá fora, a chuva inunda as poças nas ruas e faz jorrar pelas valetas água por todos os cantos... Estou dentro de casa, a luz do computador incomoda um pouco os olhos, me sinto cansada, meu físico está repleto de energia e endorfina e o cansaço psíquico é que deixa transparecer meu descontentamento. Ando por aí sem saber a direção que vou dar a meus rascunhos de vida, e preciso externar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/3827196798381660043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=3827196798381660043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/3827196798381660043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/3827196798381660043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2008/10/chove-l-fora-chuva-inunda-as-poas-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SPPXNhtwYKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SYrRscjdNTk/s72-c/burriedmyself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-7248049538256254005</id><published>2008-09-26T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:13:14.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vivemos em um grande aquário, enquanto nós humanos ousamos olhar para cima e contemplar o céu, nos despedaçamos em cacos dentro de um imenso campo de eletricidade. Somos átomos imersos, em nossos preceitos, dogmas, pecados, medos, desejos, ambições...Mas o que nos segura aqui? Que é esta tal de gravidade? Algo com o qual podemos nos segurar? Onde está o contra peso das nossas fraquezas? Onde está</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/7248049538256254005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=7248049538256254005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7248049538256254005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7248049538256254005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2008/09/vivemos-em-um-grande-aqurio-enquanto-ns.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SPPV-OpioBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/n3a77GHutlY/s72-c/wetry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-1643377009068874881</id><published>2008-09-12T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:13:23.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É madrugada de terça-feira para quarta, muitas pessoas estão no aconchego de seus lares dormindo o sono dos justos, outros trafegam na imensidão da madrugada, alguns por ocío do ofício outros nem tanto... De repente uma luz se acende na janela vizinha de cabeceira ilumina com um feixe objetivo a cama onde está, imaculado o corpo estirado de uma bela moça, deve ter lá seus 21 anos, jovem demais </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1643377009068874881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=1643377009068874881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1643377009068874881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/1643377009068874881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2008/09/madrugada-de-tera-feira-para-quarta.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SMr0yxq3DOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YE8diFC_158/s72-c/bounjour+tristesse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-5830049995892570730</id><published>2008-09-07T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:21:23.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alguém bateu a minha porta ontem à noite...Um velho conhecido que divaga por entre as plataformas desta infinita labareda de novidades que se chama web. A partir disto foi como uma anestesia lenta, me senti leve e começei a divagar por entre os abismos da minha mente, abismos e culmes povoados de coisas boas e de torturosos e ácidos desejos. Como o de fumar um cigarro e ver a fumaça se dissipar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/5830049995892570730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=5830049995892570730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5830049995892570730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/5830049995892570730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2008/09/algum-bateu-minha-porta-ontem-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SMRS0f_Ol6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/465IYaRMJ4k/s72-c/thefear.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-6587231314955632632</id><published>2008-08-11T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:54:23.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Minhas certezas foram rasgadas por um lastro de bala saliente e que as fundiu em dúvidas. Para que eu possa reformula-lás e assim atribuir novos conceitos a minha vida e ao meu comportamento. Sinto um calor sobre o corpo que pesa, a estação é imprópria para altas temperaturas, mas meu coração está em estado febrio.Muitas coisas das quais eu procuro me desligar são energias vitais para meu bom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/6587231314955632632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=6587231314955632632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6587231314955632632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6587231314955632632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2008/08/minhas-certezas-foram-rasgadas-por-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SKDrtRzFjJI/AAAAAAAAADw/1s3RBYJf4lU/s72-c/leaves.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-2183676079061781498</id><published>2008-08-11T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:26:38.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O dia amanheceu da mesma forma que ontem anoiteceu. Meu coração insconstante procura algo que o conforte sem mesmo precisar as palavras, quero emoção. Estou com medo do que possa vir a acontecer, como se o presente estivesse fadado a não ser mais tão alegre quanto eu gostaria que fosse, mesmo eu me empenhando ao máximo para isso. Sinto como se houvesse um oceano me separando de tudo aquilo que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/2183676079061781498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=2183676079061781498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/2183676079061781498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/2183676079061781498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-dia-amanheceu-da-mesma-forma-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SKDlxCtKdsI/AAAAAAAAADo/zoCCid-jA_w/s72-c/daisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-7910531237235581509</id><published>2008-08-07T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:35:16.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sim os telefones existem para nos descomplicar a vida. Mas muitas vezes o fio telefônico enrola-se em quilométricas contas das quais eu já perdi a noção, e este que era para ser um mocinho, sutilmente vira vilão. Aquele da história sem quadrinhos, do sapo que não virou princípe e da princesa que não viveu feliz para sempre mas continua incansávelmente a procura da felicidade.Este singelo figurão </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/7910531237235581509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=7910531237235581509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7910531237235581509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/7910531237235581509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2008/08/sim-os-telefones-existem-para-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SJtqh7Q26CI/AAAAAAAAADc/3jOFsXQCLBE/s72-c/bunny.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-3162632547087993559</id><published>2008-08-04T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:08:09.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ao olhar para trás, vejo tudo novamente...Porém, a segunda vez é sempre um retrospecto. Uma volta a determinado ponto como um trem que volta a origem de partida quando chega ao fim seu itinerário. Neste novo roteiro que acabo de dar os últimos contornos, descobri que minha felicidade depende deste eu que vive intenso dentro de alguém que se conhece por mim. O sofrimento, o choro, as lágrimas que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/3162632547087993559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=3162632547087993559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/3162632547087993559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/3162632547087993559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2008/08/ao-olhar-para-trs-vejo-tudo-novamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SJtkBsfpeII/AAAAAAAAADM/rwwugCk4RYM/s72-c/allwewanted.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253978.post-6800042142462543003</id><published>2008-08-04T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:12:31.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os minutos se passam lentamente e meus pensamentos só se voltam à você. Fico eu presa ao passado como um clássico romântico. Como poderei entender? Porque só agora ele volta e me traz de volta o que vivi. Tornando minhas manhãs melancólicas, e os dias correm na tristeza sem fim de uma alegria superficial. "Eu queria que tudo voltasse e você me ensinasse como fazer." Sei que agora tanto faz, já </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/6800042142462543003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253978&amp;postID=6800042142462543003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6800042142462543003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253978/posts/default/6800042142462543003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missunderground.blogspot.com/2008/08/os-minutos-se-passam-lentamente-e-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Teresa Weidlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13918228840989761489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CR5luWHgi0o/TjxVSRo5_vI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kanfR452wHM/s220/268264_259630440721104_100000224500580_1256062_4957799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TO_z3BDpSek/SJtkl3tF5FI/AAAAAAAAADU/s9OG0OyR6ns/s72-c/breath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
