<?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-3746604399645428729</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:26:17.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As vacas estão de volta...</title><subtitle type='html'>Mais loucas do que nunca... ou talvez... apenas... finalmente livres.

Pela liberdade não basta querer...

Há que seguir o impulso dado pelo vento e voar sem temor.
Aproveitar o instante... aquele particular instante ...
que talvez não surja outra vez.
Alberoni 23/02/07</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvacasdevemestarloucas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746604399645428729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvacasdevemestarloucas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>As vacas devem estar Loucas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746604399645428729.post-2945420199682564604</id><published>2007-11-05T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T03:36:08.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A JUSTIÇA</title><content type='html'>A JUSTIÇA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deusa levantou a espada&lt;br /&gt;e cortou-me pelo meio.&lt;br /&gt;Contemplei meu corpo com espanto,&lt;br /&gt;como se não fosse meu:&lt;br /&gt;os sentimentos gritaram em uníssono&lt;br /&gt;e esse corpo (um trapo amarfanhado)&lt;br /&gt;vibrava por hábito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um outro golpe certeiro rompeu&lt;br /&gt;o que restou do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Tornei-me a relva onde piso&lt;br /&gt;e o canto do pássaro a verdadeira voz&lt;br /&gt;há muito esquecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não percebi o terceiro golpe&lt;br /&gt;que veio quase traiçoeiro,&lt;br /&gt;e perdi-me na visão impossível de descrever.&lt;br /&gt;Tornei-me o próprio olhar&lt;br /&gt;da deusa compassiva&lt;br /&gt;e meu corpo, o mundo que respirava todas as formas em si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final, apenas no final, sou a própria espada&lt;br /&gt;e o que me sobra de consciência...nada.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Alberoni  05/10/2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746604399645428729-2945420199682564604?l=asvacasdevemestarloucas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvacasdevemestarloucas.blogspot.com/feeds/2945420199682564604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746604399645428729&amp;postID=2945420199682564604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746604399645428729/posts/default/2945420199682564604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746604399645428729/posts/default/2945420199682564604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvacasdevemestarloucas.blogspot.com/2007/11/justia.html' title='A JUSTIÇA'/><author><name>As vacas devem estar Loucas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3746604399645428729.post-4357783737741956548</id><published>2007-11-05T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T03:40:57.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O MESTRE</title><content type='html'>Em caminhos sem fim, o tempo passou...&lt;br /&gt;Para minha aflição e consolo o mestre que me guiava um dia confessou:&lt;br /&gt;"A morte se insinua, e continuo ignorante;&lt;br /&gt;mas não é sem esperança".&lt;br /&gt;Em meio à pobreza do não-saber,&lt;br /&gt;permanece o mistério da humana peregrinação na busca do despertar.&lt;br /&gt;René 28/08/05&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3746604399645428729-4357783737741956548?l=asvacasdevemestarloucas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asvacasdevemestarloucas.blogspot.com/feeds/4357783737741956548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3746604399645428729&amp;postID=4357783737741956548' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746604399645428729/posts/default/4357783737741956548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3746604399645428729/posts/default/4357783737741956548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asvacasdevemestarloucas.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-mestre.html' title='O MESTRE'/><author><name>As vacas devem estar Loucas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
