<?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-1061180536463642441</id><updated>2012-01-19T08:46:50.785-08:00</updated><category term='sobre pessoas'/><category term='inocência'/><category term='ironia'/><category term='platonismo'/><category term='teatro da vida real'/><category term='inocência perdida'/><title type='text'>Lapsos Criativos Descartáveis</title><subtitle type='html'>Porque, muitas vezes, é preciso guardar seus rascunhos malfeitos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-105441994588255484</id><published>2011-12-01T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:46:50.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobre pessoas'/><title type='text'>Bonita</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span &gt;Bonita entrou na faculdade. Mas parecia que há pouco tempo atrás nascera numa cidade ao oeste de Londres.&lt;br /&gt;Seus pais lhe deram esse nome porque ouviram alguem dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Bonita nunca procurou saber o significado, gostava dele e fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-105441994588255484?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/105441994588255484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=105441994588255484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/105441994588255484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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new;"&gt;Antonia e Eduardo eram apaixonados um pelo outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Antonia gostava de Eduardo porque ele escrevia bem; Eduardo gostava de Antonia porque ela tinha o sorriso mais bonito do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nunca ficaram juntos porque Antonia adorava Foster the People e Eduardo só ouvia Beach Boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-5509483598318948823?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/5509483598318948823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=5509483598318948823' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/5509483598318948823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/5509483598318948823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2011/11/antonia-e-eduardo.html' title='Antonia e Eduardo'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-4223794479514109859</id><published>2011-11-20T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T16:26:05.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobre pessoas'/><title type='text'>Marcio</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Marcio tinha muitos pares de oculos e poucas camisetas.&lt;br /&gt;Sua camiseta favorita era uma azul do weezer.&lt;br /&gt;Ele gostava de anotar seus sonhos e de beber água depois de escovar os dentes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-4223794479514109859?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/4223794479514109859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=4223794479514109859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/4223794479514109859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/4223794479514109859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2011/11/marcio.html' title='Marcio'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-6834566347791765256</id><published>2011-11-20T16:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T16:23:09.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobre pessoas'/><title type='text'>Larissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Larissa estava ansiosa pra prestar vestibular e não saia de casa há semanas.&lt;br /&gt;Engordou um pouco e seus shorts não passavam mais pelas suas coxas.&lt;br /&gt;Acabou descobrindo que celulites eram piores do que não entrar na faculdade!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-6834566347791765256?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/6834566347791765256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=6834566347791765256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Carlos</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Carlos gostava de tomar gatorade de madrugada e de assistir televisão.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia conheceu uma garota no onibus que mudou sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ela usava uma camiseta do guns'n'roses e perguntou se ele podia segurar sua bolsa.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos nunca mais parou de ouvir sweet child o'mine.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-6111847460448960910?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/6111847460448960910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=6111847460448960910' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Jorge</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Jorge teve duas namoradas que dilaceraram seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira o largou pra fazer intercâmbio na europa. A segunda o largou por um baterista de uma banda de indie rock que só tinha 117 visualizações no youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentemente as duas tinham o mesmo nome da sua mãe.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-1009101290133338797?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/1009101290133338797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=1009101290133338797' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/1009101290133338797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/1009101290133338797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2011/11/jorge.html' title='Jorge'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-7862296085232625944</id><published>2011-11-20T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T16:10:59.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobre pessoas'/><title type='text'>Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Julia gostava de andar só de meias, mas tinha que fazer escondido.&lt;br /&gt;Escorregava pelo corredor quando não tinha ninguém em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Colocava meias brancas quando queria se rebelar.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-7862296085232625944?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/7862296085232625944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=7862296085232625944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/7862296085232625944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/7862296085232625944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2011/11/julia.html' title='Julia'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-1827467477569751744</id><published>2011-11-20T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T16:06:52.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobre pessoas'/><title type='text'>Pedro</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Pedro sempre quis ter um segundo nome; queria se chamar Pedro Antonio, Pedro Augusto, Pedro Henrique. Era triste ser só Pedro. Com 17 anos começou a ouvir pós-punk.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-1827467477569751744?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/1827467477569751744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=1827467477569751744' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/1827467477569751744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/1827467477569751744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2011/11/pedro.html' title='Pedro'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-3560026922126121273</id><published>2011-11-20T16:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T16:02:10.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobre pessoas'/><title type='text'>César</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;César tinha 3 melhores amigos que iam na sua casa jogar video-game nos sábados a tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;O maior problema de sua vida era quando escreviam seu nome sem acento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-3560026922126121273?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/3560026922126121273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=3560026922126121273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/3560026922126121273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/3560026922126121273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2011/11/cesar.html' title='César'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-5453350773241941873</id><published>2011-11-20T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T16:01:01.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobre pessoas'/><title type='text'>Amanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Amanda escrevia um livro sobre baleias quando começou a gostar mais de peixes dourados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Jogou fora as 50 páginas que havia escrito e comprou um aquário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-5453350773241941873?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/5453350773241941873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=5453350773241941873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/5453350773241941873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/5453350773241941873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2011/11/amanda.html' title='Amanda'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-2880286323819435966</id><published>2011-03-11T09:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T09:12:07.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paixão</title><content type='html'>Ela o encontrou numa tarde chuvosa.&lt;br /&gt;A cidade alagou. Ela chegou inteira em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Morreu de amor tomando banho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-2880286323819435966?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/2880286323819435966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=2880286323819435966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/2880286323819435966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/2880286323819435966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2011/03/paixao.html' title='paixão'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-684902195531566017</id><published>2009-06-21T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:00:43.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Correios</title><content type='html'>Colocou a carta na caixa e saiu correndo com medo de se arrepender.&lt;br /&gt;O envelope tinha como remetente o amor... e como destinatário, o destino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-684902195531566017?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/684902195531566017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=684902195531566017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/684902195531566017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/684902195531566017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2009/06/correios.html' title='Correios'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-5088482441260266774</id><published>2009-03-16T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:47:09.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inocência perdida'/><title type='text'>relicário</title><content type='html'>Ela guardava corações numa caixa e pulmões no guarda-roupa.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a encontraram morta.&lt;br /&gt;Os corações estavam jogados pelo quarto e os pulmões intactos.&lt;br /&gt;Não era câncer nem infarto.&lt;br /&gt;Era tristeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-5088482441260266774?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/5088482441260266774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=5088482441260266774' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/5088482441260266774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/5088482441260266774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2009/03/relicario.html' title='relicário'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-6164198146475516624</id><published>2008-02-06T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:15:35.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inocência'/><title type='text'>Lembranças Coloridas</title><content type='html'>Lorena passou correndo com as mãos no muro. As pontas dos dedos queimavam no atrito da pele com a parede pintada. Corria freneticamente, de olhos fechados.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o muro acabou ela percebeu que restavam pedacinhos de tinta em sua mão.&lt;br /&gt;A garota esqueceu a mão no bolso até voltar pra casa. Quando chegou, bateu as pontas dos dedos, e guardou o que restou do muro numa caixinha de música.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-6164198146475516624?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/6164198146475516624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=6164198146475516624' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/6164198146475516624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/6164198146475516624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2008/02/lembranas-coloridas.html' title='Lembranças Coloridas'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-8364742365865238102</id><published>2008-01-24T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T06:42:57.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro da vida real'/><title type='text'>No apartamento</title><content type='html'>Eles tinham uns recortes de jornal e umas contas pra pagar pendurados na parede descascada.&lt;br /&gt;Desde que começaram a morar ali juraram que iriam pintar aquela parede de vermelho, mas nunca tinham nem vontade nem dinheiro. O jeito foi improvisar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-8364742365865238102?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/8364742365865238102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=8364742365865238102' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/8364742365865238102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/8364742365865238102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-apartamento.html' title='No apartamento'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-7871064884092750008</id><published>2008-01-04T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:35:55.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ironia'/><title type='text'>Menina Bonita</title><content type='html'>Ela tinha um laço de fita preto, que fazia um belo contraste com seus cabelos laranjas. Sentia-se sozinha por ser diferente. As pessoas não gostavam das suas sardas e tinham inveja de seus olhos azuis. Um dia ela encontrou um garoto de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cilhos&lt;/span&gt; amarelos e olhos verdes como o limo das pedras do poço. Casaram-se e tiveram dois filhos de cabelos pretos e olhos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marrons&lt;/span&gt;. Por ironia do destino, as crianças puxaram aos avós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-7871064884092750008?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/7871064884092750008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=7871064884092750008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/7871064884092750008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/7871064884092750008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2008/01/menina-bonita.html' title='Menina Bonita'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-6107959480839847439</id><published>2007-12-14T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:50:23.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inocência'/><title type='text'>Cds</title><content type='html'>O garoto quase nunca saía de casa. Passou a vida inteira num universo só dele. Trancado no quarto com papel de parede envelhecido, uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;escrivaninha&lt;/span&gt; atacada por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cupins&lt;/span&gt;, um tapete rasgado pelos anos de uso contínuo e uma janela que nunca era aberta. Mas ele amava sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coleção&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cds.&lt;/span&gt; Amava mesmo; e por isso viveu mais verdadeiramente do que muita gente por aí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-6107959480839847439?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/6107959480839847439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=6107959480839847439' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/6107959480839847439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/6107959480839847439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2007/12/cds.html' title='Cds'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-7612734182073278379</id><published>2007-12-06T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T06:51:14.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inocência perdida'/><title type='text'>Na gaveta</title><content type='html'>Ela guardava na gaveta uns papéis rabiscados, umas fotos amassadas, umas cartas antigas e uns amores não vividos.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que precisava desprender lágrimas cheias de espinhos da garganta, ela abria a gaveta e inalava o cheiro de vida vivida pela metade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-7612734182073278379?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/7612734182073278379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=7612734182073278379' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/7612734182073278379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/7612734182073278379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2007/12/na-gaveta.html' title='Na gaveta'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-3036355039883594259</id><published>2007-12-04T11:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:58:58.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro da vida real'/><title type='text'>Mundo de mentira</title><content type='html'>Ele passou muito tempo escrevendo uma peça teatral. Sem perceber, passou a encená-la todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se um grande ator. Um ator da vida real. E fez das mentiras sua base.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-3036355039883594259?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/3036355039883594259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=3036355039883594259' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/3036355039883594259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/3036355039883594259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2007/12/mundo-de-mentira.html' title='Mundo de mentira'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-1411749712215204418</id><published>2007-12-03T07:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T07:41:39.956-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='platonismo'/><title type='text'>Um esbarrão</title><content type='html'>Pedro e Júlia não se conheciam. Tropeçaram um no outro por pura distração. Os olhos encontraram-se, entre as lamentações e os tormentos de toda uma cidade. Pedro pediu desculpas; Júlia o desculpou. Olharam-se pela ultima vez e foram embora. Eles estavam apaixonados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-1411749712215204418?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/1411749712215204418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=1411749712215204418' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/1411749712215204418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/1411749712215204418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2007/12/um-esbarro_03.html' title='Um esbarrão'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061180536463642441.post-541539172750424365</id><published>2007-12-02T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T06:52:00.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inocência perdida'/><title type='text'>Brincando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ela dizia as coisas brincando, sem pensar que alguém poderia levar suas brincadeiras a sério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As pessoas não enxergavam a criança escondida atrás dos olhos inquietos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061180536463642441-541539172750424365?l=rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/feeds/541539172750424365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061180536463642441&amp;postID=541539172750424365' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/541539172750424365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061180536463642441/posts/default/541539172750424365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosdescartaveis.blogspot.com/2007/12/brincando.html' title='Brincando'/><author><name>moriarty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10544261504104572206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhUIa6V6sag/TuvIHBGPdqI/AAAAAAAABGs/siXCfPw67Y4/s220/GEDC014122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
