<?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-10066329</id><updated>2012-02-02T09:34:09.925-03:00</updated><category term='Crônicas'/><category term='não ao acordo ortográfico'/><category term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Contra o tempo</title><subtitle type='html'>Textos, poemas, experiências</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-7583606690575910196</id><published>2009-08-31T18:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:26:43.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ônibus, missa: o retorno.</title><summary type='text'>Depois de um longo tempo sem freqüentar uma missa dominical, quebrei, hoje, o jejum. Foi como voltar a postar no blog, voltar de um fim de semana em Salinas, uma renovação. É bom que continue a ir, que não seja caso isolado, porque, mais do que nunca, preciso me espiritualizar. É uma necessidade humana, mesmo quando não se tem religião  E está sendo bom, neste momento, voltar a escrever na rua. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/7583606690575910196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=7583606690575910196' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/7583606690575910196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/7583606690575910196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/08/onibus-missa-o-retorno.html' title='Ônibus, missa: o retorno.'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/Spw_oYKKbiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AqeIBCgPOrE/s72-c/The%20only%20dirigible-like%20Triumphant%20Transport%20System%20Belem%20bus%20working.%20abril%201957_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-3561351772192275017</id><published>2009-08-31T17:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:47:33.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Day</title><summary type='text'>Bem, hoje é o BlogDay. O "evento", que acontece no mundo todo, visa que os leitores dos blogs possam usufruir de outras leituras. Por exemplo: eu, com meu blog sobre impressões pessoais, crônicas, literatura, mais voltado pra arte de alguma forma, devo indicar um blog sobre política, religião, sei lá. Ei-lo:  1. Blog do Gilton Paiva  Gilton está sempre bem atualizado quando o assunto é política. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/3561351772192275017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=3561351772192275017' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3561351772192275017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3561351772192275017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-day.html' title='Blog Day'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-3257976625882919181</id><published>2009-08-16T21:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:46:53.995-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que fim levou o nexo?</title><summary type='text'>Voltar às aulas, às tensões e às atenções (ãos?) do cursinho, está me fazendo bem. Estava um saco essa falta de regra e de horário das férias (mentira canalha). Bem, mas foi “só um comentário nada a ver”. Nada a ver com o eu irei escrever. Ou não....  Quer dizer... Tem!   Gripe suína! O que acham? Tem gente que deixou de comer carne de porco... O quilo do suíno despencou. Coitado! Boa notícia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/3257976625882919181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=3257976625882919181' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3257976625882919181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3257976625882919181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-fim-levou-o-nexo.html' title='Que fim levou o nexo?'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-8169142230358917583</id><published>2009-07-22T21:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:05:05.285-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é justo</title><summary type='text'>        Não é justo que eu tenha que escrever novamente em função de mais uma (triste) morte. Porém, não escrever sobre o que representa essa perda seria pecado, heresia de blogueiro. Quase uma semana após a morte de Juvêncio Arruda [foto], ou Juva, ou, ainda, Juca (não tinha toda essa intimidade), é complicado abrir o firefox (merchan, tamo aê!) e lembrar que nunca mais teremos a inteligênica do</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8169142230358917583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=8169142230358917583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/8169142230358917583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/8169142230358917583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-e-justo.html' title='Não é justo'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SmeySCwvj6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/uoMV9vb9GeA/s72-c/00blogs1_thumb%5B17%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-109293493989586801</id><published>2009-06-26T22:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:24:10.769-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson is dead (AU!)</title><summary type='text'>Acho que essa é a notícia que mais ouviremos durante esse mês: Morre Michael Jackson. Ou, mesmo: Michael Jackson está morto. Ou, ainda (para os americanizados): Michael Jackson is dead. Pois é, morreu.   Sempre, desde moleque, quando pensava em M.J., me vinha aquela clássica dancinha do Thriller, ou o clássico moonwalk, à cabeça. Ainda tinha o Beat It, ele se levantando ultra-rápido daquela cama </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/109293493989586801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=109293493989586801' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/109293493989586801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/109293493989586801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-is-dead-au.html' title='Michael Jackson is dead (AU!)'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-1539789336198033780</id><published>2009-06-02T22:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:33:03.732-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida em 3 fatos</title><summary type='text'>Olha, essa semana foi punk. Tanta coisa acontecendo, desacontecendo, morrendo, vivendo. Mas três detalhes desse turbilhão de fatos eu irei registrar aqui. O primeiro, como não podia deixar de ser, só porque sou belenense, é a exclusão de Belém como uma das sub-sedes da Copa de 2014. Não gostei da notícia, porque tinha muita esperança. Não a simples esperança da maioria em assistir alguns jogos do</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/1539789336198033780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=1539789336198033780' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/1539789336198033780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/1539789336198033780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/06/vida-em-3-fatos.html' title='A vida em 3 fatos'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSnV9rvjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/n-61tcjHfI8/s72-c/video76cbd6e1ca6c%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-5813774092726446423</id><published>2009-05-28T21:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:38:40.359-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Novamente</title><summary type='text'> Ultimamente, uma das únicas coisas que tem me dado tesão é o cursinho; é estudar nos três turnos. Estive pesquisando sobre o curso que irei tentar esse ano: direito. É que são muitas as dúvidas: se é um bom curso, se vou me identificar, como é a profissão, se dá grana, etc.  Visitando um “site de respostas” (não precisa eu dizer que é o “yahoo answer”, prontofalei), encontrei alguém com dúvida </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5813774092726446423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=5813774092726446423' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/5813774092726446423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/5813774092726446423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/05/novamente.html' title='Novamente'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r73fNGflA2U/Rna5X4VuoRI/AAAAAAAAASw/YeEhwe1Mam4/s72-c/Jackson_Pollock_Galaxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-8994561831780189456</id><published>2009-04-21T13:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:49:25.847-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesses novos e velhos</title><summary type='text'>Ao contrário do que postei há mais de um mês atrás, já no post scriptum, não irei falar sobre os desmandos de Dudu. Não que eu ache que ele já tenha sido espancado demais pela opinião pública, pela oposição na Câmara ou pelos jornais locais (que, aliás, são a opinião pública, mas é bom que se faça diferença entre Liberal, Diário e - sei que muitos o consideram inexpressivo, mas – Jornal Pessoal, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8994561831780189456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=8994561831780189456' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/8994561831780189456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/8994561831780189456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/04/interesses-novos-e-velhos.html' title='Interesses novos e velhos'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-4322731062193819381</id><published>2009-03-12T20:27:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:12:02.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironias</title><summary type='text'>Depois de um tempo sem dar um pio, eis-me aqui. Tenho pouco a dizer, a escrever. Na verdade é uma daquelas situações onde pouco é muito, só que não sei como começar e, então, surge uma espécie de resumo barato (um pouco de um muito, que é muito grande, de um tamanho inexplicável).É que, essa semana, me veio um insuspeito interesse pela filosofia, por um estudo frio e raso do universo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4322731062193819381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=4322731062193819381' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/4322731062193819381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/4322731062193819381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/03/ironias.html' title='Ironias'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-1885311137046548807</id><published>2009-02-22T13:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:24:42.989-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>25 e outros filmes</title><summary type='text'>Essa semana deixei de postar por causa de uns problemas técnicos, em casa e no computador. Problemas domésticos ficam por aqui: jamais dividiria tanta chatice com tanta gente. Mas o do meu Windows foi o pior dos dois. Bem, menos mal. Ainda mais porque ambos foram resolvidos e cá estou, empentelhando-vos um pouquinho mais.Ainda há pouco, estava assistindo a um filme brasileiro, dos anos oitenta, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/1885311137046548807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=1885311137046548807' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/1885311137046548807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/1885311137046548807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/02/essa-semana-deixei-de-postar-por-causa.html' title='25 e outros filmes'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-3222034140372275904</id><published>2009-02-15T10:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:24:42.989-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Os Irmãos Karamázov e Os Irmãos Pinto.</title><summary type='text'>Há umas poucas horas atrás, o Rildão (vide o post Voltei a Cantar ou Desculpem o Atraso) estava comentando sua atual leitura, um livro sobre a Cabanagem, uma recomendação de Elias Pinto em sua coluna no Diário do Pará, intitulado “A Miserável Revolução das Classes Infames”, de Décio Freitas. Ele me falava que, dos livros que já havia lido sobre a Revolução Cabana, entre eles “Cabanagem, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/3222034140372275904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=3222034140372275904' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3222034140372275904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3222034140372275904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/02/os-irmaos-karamazov-e-os-irmaos-pinto.html' title='Os Irmãos Karamázov e Os Irmãos Pinto.'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-6111193534359881038</id><published>2009-02-13T22:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:40:16.302-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Quando me falha a inspiração</title><summary type='text'>Creio que agora eu esteja sentindo na pele o que devem passar os donos das colunas diárias nos jornais e na internet. Nem sempre vem a tal inspiração, se é que ela existe. Haroldo Maranhão costumava dizer que a inspiração não existe e sim o trabalho, o constante contato com o objeto da lida. Deve ser por aí, porque ninguém tem um estalo criativo por dia e se torna um Tolstói ou coisa que o valha.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6111193534359881038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=6111193534359881038' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6111193534359881038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6111193534359881038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/02/quando-me-falha-inspiracao.html' title='Quando me falha a inspiração'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-4918985229403839854</id><published>2009-02-12T15:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:07:45.860-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Max. Poeta.</title><summary type='text'>   A literatura paraense perdeu, no início da semana (no último dia nove), um dos grandes da “geração de 45” do modernismo no estado. Max, poeta, foi redescoberto em vários momentos de nossa arte literária, inclusive no movimento pós-moderno, a que também pertenceu, influenciando artistas nas mais diversas linguagens.  Max conviveu com escritores que também nos fazem falta, como Mário Faustino, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4918985229403839854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=4918985229403839854' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/4918985229403839854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/4918985229403839854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/02/max-poeta.html' title='Max. Poeta.'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SZRsDQxlFPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pWEgaVFU6zM/s72-c/image_thumb%5B14%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-6454736819248981621</id><published>2009-02-11T19:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:32:37.089-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Buk e Obama</title><summary type='text'>Semana passada, ou retrasada, sei lá, terminei de ler Misto Quente, do Bukowski. Sempre fui admirador da obra do “velho safado”, já havia lido vários contos seus, nunca um romance (e esse foi o primeiro, logicamente).  Buk geralmente é criticado negativamente no meio da literatura, por ter uma linguagem mais marginal e ir fundo em todas as desgraças do indivíduo, fechando o cerco, em certos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6454736819248981621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=6454736819248981621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6454736819248981621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6454736819248981621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/02/buk-e-obama.html' title='Buk e Obama'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-4824901476308669653</id><published>2009-02-08T11:46:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:43:07.481-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não ao acordo ortográfico'/><title type='text'>Mudanças ou Acordão</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 !mso]&gt;  st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }  &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4824901476308669653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=4824901476308669653' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/4824901476308669653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/4824901476308669653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/02/mudancas-ou-acordao.html' title='Mudanças ou Acordão'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-6034362935369104275</id><published>2009-02-07T10:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:40:34.354-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Voltei A Cantar ou Desculpem O Atraso</title><summary type='text'>Um belo dia resolvi voltar a escrever neste espaço. Voltar a me escrever, reescrever-me.Na verdade foi um pouco de pressão. Minha, inclusive. O Rildão (meu pai) sempre me perguntava do tal blog, se eu estava escrevendo e tal. Então, para agradar a mim mesmo, primeiramente, e a todos que já me leram ou gostariam de ler, tipo meu pai, resolvi voltar. Voltei a cantar, porque senti saudade.Comecemos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6034362935369104275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=6034362935369104275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6034362935369104275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6034362935369104275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2009/02/voltei-cantar-ou-desculpem-o-atraso.html' title='Voltei A Cantar ou Desculpem O Atraso'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-670037547492644285</id><published>2008-03-16T19:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:41:31.119-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Até quando Terei de conviver Com meu eu-lírico? Aprenderei a renascer No lodo, no cítrico. No quando  às 10h15min </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/670037547492644285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=670037547492644285' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/670037547492644285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/670037547492644285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/03/at-quando-terei-de-conviver-com-meu-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-8442387804487448817</id><published>2008-03-16T19:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:41:31.120-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Veja bem Aquela estória De tudo acabar bem Guarde pra outro Que, afinal, não sou ninguém às 10h12min </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8442387804487448817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=8442387804487448817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/8442387804487448817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/8442387804487448817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/03/veja-bem-aquela-estria-de-tudo-acabar.html' title=''/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-3349397295530045658</id><published>2008-03-16T19:13:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:41:31.120-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É um poema faceiro,Um versinho matreiroQue rima fácil,que nem ãoÉ uma piada benditaÉ a palavra desditanesse enormevagãoàs 10h32min</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/3349397295530045658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=3349397295530045658' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3349397295530045658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3349397295530045658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-poema-faceiro-um-versinho-matreiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-3054949698550977395</id><published>2008-03-16T19:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:41:31.121-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quebrei o sistema: Seqüestrei um poema!às 10h28min </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/3054949698550977395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=3054949698550977395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3054949698550977395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3054949698550977395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/03/quebrei-o-sistema-seqestrei-um-poema-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-5745259386399433304</id><published>2008-03-16T19:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:41:31.122-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um belo diaTomei dose de coragemE um gole de sangriaUm belo diaàs 10h26min</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-8616913794104944598</id><published>2008-03-16T19:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:41:31.123-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Vale?</title><summary type='text'>No calor me desfaçoFundo-me no açoE vou direto pro Japãoàs 10:29</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8616913794104944598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=8616913794104944598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/8616913794104944598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/8616913794104944598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/03/vale.html' title='Vale?'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-988900249244529325</id><published>2008-03-16T19:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:41:31.124-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Tudo, tudo, tudo</title><summary type='text'>Tudo vai muito bem Tudo vai bem azul Tudo, quase ninguém Tudo o que quero ter Tudo e nada além Tudo e todo o mais Tudo que nada faz Tudo o que espero ser Tudo de não viver Tudo vai bem melhor Tudo vai tudo blues Tudo nobody here Tudo o que vou dizer Tudo o que faz por ser Tudo é muito Tudo é pouco Tudo o que desejo Tudo eu te suponhoEscrito no dia 08/03/2008, às 10h20min </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/988900249244529325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=988900249244529325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/988900249244529325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/988900249244529325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/03/tudo-tudo-tudo.html' title='Tudo, tudo, tudo'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-6652894427312661796</id><published>2008-03-16T19:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:19:43.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetar é preciso</title><summary type='text'>Contrariando o que eu havia dito num comentário de outra postagem, tornarei a postar, aqui, minhas poesias.... Mesmo à revelia. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6652894427312661796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=6652894427312661796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6652894427312661796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6652894427312661796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/03/poetar-preciso.html' title='Poetar é preciso'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-6724936455826335282</id><published>2008-03-06T11:28:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:40:34.355-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Eu, mendigo</title><summary type='text'>Sempre quis escrever sobre os mendigos. Mas nunca tive força para tanto. Creio que não vai ser hoje que eu vou ter. Acho difícil o assunto (tema?), por causa do medo. Não medo dos mendigos, diga-se, mas de terminar da mesma forma que eles. Se bem que ninguém está terminado, pronto, acabado, mas eu me sentiria assim se decaísse (elevasse?) a este patamar. Sei que não tem muito sentido o que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6724936455826335282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=6724936455826335282' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6724936455826335282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6724936455826335282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/03/sempre-quis-escrever-sobre-os-mendigos.html' title='Eu, mendigo'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/R9Ku5H2eRDI/AAAAAAAAACY/ryR79_B8UAo/s72-c/medo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-5343402017424817382</id><published>2008-03-06T10:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:40:34.355-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Bobagens, meu filho, bobagens</title><summary type='text'>Nesse momento não sei onde me enfiar, as letras tremem..... Meu Deus! Estão filmando (a Liberal e seus factóides...) a praça Batista Campos, mais especificamente coagindo um moleque a brincar com seu caminhãozinho. Na verdade, a vergonha, acima da vergonha de pensar que irei aparecer na TV, é dessa mãe, obrigando o menino, que pouco entendeu a situação, a puxar o caminhão de forma mais natural, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5343402017424817382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=5343402017424817382' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/5343402017424817382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/5343402017424817382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/03/bobagens-meu-filho-bobagens.html' title='Bobagens, meu filho, bobagens'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/R8_54CtikBI/AAAAAAAAACE/2h3GF0v_yis/s72-c/31904703578cb76ef56o1kv9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-3324391632962989427</id><published>2008-03-06T10:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:37:13.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu queria esconder.....</title><summary type='text'>Bem que eu tentei..... Eu tentei esconder essa crônica de vocês, por ser coisa rápida, sem importância e fora dos padrões, se é que eu já estabeleci um padrão para o que escrevo, um estilo, por assim dizer, além de representar grande parte das minhas fraquezas. Bem, vou me "expor cruamente" neste blog.Tá, deixa eu falar a verdade.... Não foi só uma. Ah, que importância tem isso? Vocês querem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/3324391632962989427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=3324391632962989427' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3324391632962989427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3324391632962989427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-que-eu-queria-esconder.html' title='O que eu queria esconder.....'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/R8_0RCtikAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T1m8J7zpdyo/s72-c/escondido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-6349169070641660161</id><published>2008-03-05T18:57:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:37:13.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Valk</title><summary type='text'>Conheçam, agora, a minha versão feminina, a escritora que mais me surpreende, desde 2005, quando a conheci pessoalmente.Conheçam Valk. e viajem com esse misto de Charles Bukowski e Simone de Beavouir.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6349169070641660161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=6349169070641660161' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6349169070641660161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6349169070641660161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/03/valk.html' title='Valk'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/R882Wytij_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ytk4e7XneU4/s72-c/ATgAAACLqiCwloxVlZN1OQM0amhNue2QhyvYbscTPp23KJtFXf7b7ADlRU4W1tZFJcLDc-TWNhBuFGU6ihFyCuVlp17SAJtU9VAxY2Fckks720BBeQSZDe5YbA88zQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-6313801460967907072</id><published>2008-03-01T12:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:40:34.356-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Soledade</title><summary type='text'>Depois de um longo jejum (que clichê, o maior de todos, parece coluna de esporte), torno a escrever e a postar, por assim dizer, neste blog, que já beira os duzentos visitantes em menos de um mês (meuDeus, o que estou dizendo?). Percebo então que, agora, tenho uma certa responsabilidade com quem lê regularmente o que escrevo. O que acham?Bem, como não poderia deixar de ser, escrevo numa rua, à </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6313801460967907072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=6313801460967907072' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6313801460967907072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6313801460967907072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/03/depois-de-um-longo-jejum-que-clich-o.html' title='Soledade'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-8329413729469659811</id><published>2008-02-20T15:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:37:27.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábado: as letras</title><summary type='text'>Sábado é um dia mortoMortas as agonias da semana.Deus criou o mundono domingo, na segunda, na terça,[na quarta, na quinta e na sextaNa sétima cansou, descansou.E eu descanço minhas letrinhas, assim,deitando-as no papel,para ficarem mortas,repousarem eternamente,que descansem em paz.Que se eternizem pelos próximos invernos.Escrito no dia 16/02/08, às 10h05min</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8329413729469659811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=8329413729469659811' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/8329413729469659811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/8329413729469659811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/sbado-as-letras.html' title='Sábado: as letras'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-6280876891658989479</id><published>2008-02-20T15:43:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:40:34.357-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Escrever dói</title><summary type='text'>Estou escrevendo a toque de caixa. É uma luta contra o tempo mesmo. E olha que ainda tenho muito, muito tempo para gastar.Sempre escrevi assim, muito, mas não tanto. Escrever crônica é mais fácil que conto. É por isso que tem tanto merda alucinando os jornais e revistas. Não quero citar ninguém, não por medo de represálias, mas....Tudo bem: Cathanhede é alarmista, Mainardi é um burguesinho e Zé </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6280876891658989479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=6280876891658989479' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6280876891658989479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6280876891658989479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/escrever-di.html' title='Escrever dói'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-4333534574046464410</id><published>2008-02-20T02:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:47:52.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vamos por partes....</title><summary type='text'>Vou postar o resto (uma crônica e um  poema), no dia de amanhã, se o tempo nos der um  tempinho....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4333534574046464410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=4333534574046464410' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/4333534574046464410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/4333534574046464410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/vamos-por-partes.html' title='vamos por partes....'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-7506257223615747987</id><published>2008-02-20T02:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:41:31.124-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>1917</title><summary type='text'> Lembra da utopia? Já morreu de tão cansada Lembra da cidade Cruamente pelas casas? Lembra da felicidade a nos cercar?   Todas a sete palmos do chão Todos os nossos sonhos se perderam                              [no  espaço e tempo Já não se faz a revolução Todos esses outubros Se foram nas pontas dos dedos das mãos   Será que os nossos pastos vão florir? Será? Não sei se a rosa quer desatinar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/7506257223615747987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=7506257223615747987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/7506257223615747987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/7506257223615747987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/1917.html' title='1917'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-1707656902875894611</id><published>2008-02-20T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:41:31.125-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Poemas</title><summary type='text'>Ah, tem poesia  também............</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/1707656902875894611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=1707656902875894611' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/1707656902875894611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/1707656902875894611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/poemas.html' title='Poemas'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-8307391300232234274</id><published>2008-02-20T01:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:40:34.357-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Ai de ti, Marquês.</title><summary type='text'>Desliguei o rádio. Não adianta nada  estar na rua e não senti-la. Tudo bem que já dei um bela volta pela Marquês de  Herval, mas isso não basta. O tato não basta, mesmo acompanhado da visão . O  paladar foi o cafezinho, sentado numa padaria, e o cheiro da rua: cigarro e  construção. Ah, não posso deixar de fora a audição. Aqui é bem mais tranqüilo que  na Av. 1° de Dezembro, ou nas outras ruas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8307391300232234274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=8307391300232234274' title='38 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/8307391300232234274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/8307391300232234274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/ai-de-ti-marqs.html' title='Ai de ti, Marquês.'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-5398468580930901942</id><published>2008-02-20T01:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:37:46.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem..</title><summary type='text'>Desculpa ter ficado um tempo sem  postar... Lá vão algumas crônicas fresquinhas  (nem tanto...)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5398468580930901942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=5398468580930901942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/5398468580930901942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/5398468580930901942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/bem.html' title='Bem..'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-6629503251483608816</id><published>2008-02-13T10:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:40:34.358-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>A sanfona e a viola</title><summary type='text'> Será que era do Brejo da Cruz? Falo do sanfoneiro,  que embarcou no ônibus, sua daminha de companhia a tira-colo, pela porta de trás  do coletivo que me leva, neste instante, para casa. A letra é torta, é tremida,  mas é legítima e inteligível. Ele, como todo sanfoneiro que toca em ônibus, é  cego. Ela nos entregou um cartão com todo aquele drama, o qual já estamos  acostumados a ouvir dos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6629503251483608816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=6629503251483608816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6629503251483608816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6629503251483608816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/sanfona-e-viola.html' title='A sanfona e a viola'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-3165051123347146265</id><published>2008-02-13T10:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:40:34.358-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Andança</title><summary type='text'> Não agüentei: tive  de sentar na (praça) D. Pedro I, ao lado das árvores, que nos viram, e eu as vi,  crescendo, e de um homem que lê o Diário (do Pará). Lê a página seis do caderno  principal: "Acusado conta...", não deu para ver o resto da manchete. E nem eu ia  pedir pro coitado, desacoitado, desdobrar o jornal, o que seria indelicado e  enxerido da minha parte. Mas deu pra perceber que ele </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/3165051123347146265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=3165051123347146265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3165051123347146265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3165051123347146265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/andana.html' title='Andança'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-3187513456199723036</id><published>2008-02-13T08:31:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:39:00.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova série</title><summary type='text'>Lá vai a nova série de textos,  escritos por mim, na Av. Pedro Álvares Cabral, Praça D. Pedro I e no ônibus,  hoje mesmo, entre 9h44min e 11h27min.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/3187513456199723036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=3187513456199723036' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3187513456199723036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3187513456199723036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/nova-srie.html' title='Nova série'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-5747277689422266668</id><published>2008-02-13T08:31:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:40:34.359-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Álvares Cabral</title><summary type='text'>      Observo-te em movimento, Pedro, enquanto  espanas o subúrbio para o centro da cidade. Observo-te em movimento, Pedro,  enquanto espanas a mim, e aos assentos reservados a gratuidade, do meu subúrbio  até o centro de uma cidade, cuja cópia de uma portuguesa é como que a caricatura  dessa uma. É para uma Belém mais matreira que levas, insensata Pedro, os sonhos  de uma Belém recém-descoberta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5747277689422266668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=5747277689422266668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/5747277689422266668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/5747277689422266668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/lvares-cabral_13.html' title='Álvares Cabral'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-5998163655980863442</id><published>2008-02-10T00:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:40:34.359-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>III</title><summary type='text'>    Não: agora eu  enlouqueci. Viajei pesado. Eu, aqui, na 1° de Dezembro, ops [2], João Paulo II,  ou Giovanni Paolo II, em latim, ou como queiram chamar o Homem Santo, o  Santo que é homem, sei lá. E, aliás, o que foi que aconteceu, mesmo, no dia 1°  de Dezembro para a data virar nome de rua, ops [3], avenida? Se bem que as  pessoas são péssimas pra decorar datas, como eu; confundem  7 de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5998163655980863442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=5998163655980863442' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/5998163655980863442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/5998163655980863442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/iii.html' title='III'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-3862718992575717118</id><published>2008-02-09T23:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:40:34.360-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>II</title><summary type='text'>    Agora me veio um  pensamento doido: as nádegas, nossa... como elas têm variações  incríveis!     Tem umas que são  tímidas, retraídas que, se não notarmos, coitadas, nem damos pela sua  existência; de tão recatadas, costumam ser apelidadas de "tábua".     Assim como existem  aquelas que (!) chamam atenção... são escandalosas, em sua maioria, e se dividem  em 3 categorias: "As abençoadas", "as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/3862718992575717118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=3862718992575717118' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3862718992575717118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/3862718992575717118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/ii.html' title='II'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-5354828890273040676</id><published>2008-02-09T23:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:41:31.126-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Em si</title><summary type='text'>Minha poesia só quer  dilascerar Os teus pensamentos Tortuosos versos fazem um velho  pensar No tempo Eu, que te esperei Tanto te perdi A força, a voz, um lápis São os teus donos em si   Quantos pensadores fazem um velhor  falar Do tempo Tortuosos pensamentos  dilasceram Na força dos ventos Eu, que te perdiTanto te esperei Poemas, verbo claro, São os homens em si   Escrito no dia 09/02/08, às  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5354828890273040676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=5354828890273040676' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/5354828890273040676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/5354828890273040676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/em-si.html' title='Em si'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-446265696914758702</id><published>2008-02-09T23:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:41:31.126-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Alkahool</title><summary type='text'>Um cheiro de álcool Na roupa da rua Impregnando a manhã Dos trabalhos das noites Me faz sentir uma  esperança Na esperança do porvir   Hoje amanhecer calado Hoje não pensar pensar no  amanhecer Sol que já desperta no  intento De querer se apagar   Quero ser notívago Quero, que vontade de  sumir Mas a voz se esperta no  momento Em que a cabeça vai  dormir   Escrita no dia  09/02/08</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/446265696914758702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=446265696914758702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/446265696914758702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/446265696914758702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/alkahool.html' title='Alkahool'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-6418415673449600029</id><published>2008-02-09T22:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:40:34.360-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>I</title><summary type='text'>    Me sinto um  merda. Um vagabundo. Se bem que isso nunca deixou de ser.     Agora mesmo, estou  aqui, sentado, num banco, que nem de praça é, na Av. 1° de Dezembro, ops, João  Paulo II, escrevendo sabe-Deus-o-quê, divagando, copiando a mim mesmo num papel,  bundando e, diga-se de passagem, "tesourando" quem passa por mim.     Isso tá parecendo  um diário. Não queria que fosse, não quero que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6418415673449600029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=6418415673449600029' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6418415673449600029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/6418415673449600029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-2034722328308546448</id><published>2008-02-09T22:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:38:43.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lá vai</title><summary type='text'>O que vem aí foi escrito no dia  09/02/2008, na Av. 1° de Dezembro, entre 8:30am e  10:24am.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/2034722328308546448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=2034722328308546448' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/2034722328308546448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/2034722328308546448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/l-vai.html' title='Lá vai'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-1312092586523364105</id><published>2008-02-09T22:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:41:31.127-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Ode ao Carnaval</title><summary type='text'>Numa semana onde tudo acabou em carnaval, pra acabar na quarta-feira, escrevi este poema. A data não lembro ao certo. O dia era de chuva.   Ode ao Carnaval   A chuva lava a alma Escorre pela seda Do vestido da colombina No carnaval de vidas Mil corpos no cio Na quarta-feira é baixa-mar   Pra te criar Eu inventei um pierrot Nessa Veneza do Equador A enchete da labuta Que renova um pescador   A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/1312092586523364105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=1312092586523364105' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/1312092586523364105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/1312092586523364105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/ode-ao-carnaval.html' title='Ode ao Carnaval'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066329.post-8918231949109549235</id><published>2008-02-09T21:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:38:43.902-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro</title><summary type='text'>  .ExternalClass .EC_hmmessage P {padding:0px;} .ExternalClass EC_body.hmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;}   Em primeiro lugar, fazer um blog nunca foi minha especialidade.Movimentar isso aqui, então......Através dos meus textos, espero levar um pouco da minha "essência literária" que, este ano, será/está combalida por motivos óbvios.Não sei se vou produzir muita coisa.Vou registrar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8918231949109549235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066329&amp;postID=8918231949109549235' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/8918231949109549235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066329/posts/default/8918231949109549235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contraotempo.blogspot.com/2008/02/primeiro.html' title='Primeiro'/><author><name>Matheus Benassuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01065591773088964566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6i4bnZJB3I/SiXSJdpRExI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BNDD5kGgCKs/S220/matheusP%26B2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
