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<title><![CDATA[ - Autor(cauelundi)]]></title>
<link>http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2009-02-15_2009-02-21.html#2009_02-15_14_18_49-131425469-0</link> 
<description><![CDATA[<p>Mas quem queria viver, sobreviveu?</p><p>Que queria chorar, chorou</p><p>Quem queria vida, se arrependeu</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Quem queria morrer, descansou?</p><p>Que queria ser duro, amoleceu</p><p>Quem queria fazer, se esqueceu</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Quem queria compreender, enlouqueceu?</p><p>Quem queria <a href="http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2009-02-15_2009-02-21.html#2009_02-15_14_18_49-131425469-0">Leia mais...</a>]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 16:18:49 -0300</pubDate>
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<link>http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2009-02-15_2009-02-21.html#2009_02-15_14_13_17-131425469-0</link> 
<description><![CDATA[<p><strong>Que viva a poesia</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p>O bom poeta</p><p>N&atilde;o se preocupa com a Academia</p><p>se preocupa sim, com a pressa do pre&ccedil;o do feij&atilde;o</p><p>Do amor e da vida da tia</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>O bom poeta</p><p>N&atilde;o &eacute; s&oacute; alegria</p><p>Ele <a href="http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2009-02-15_2009-02-21.html#2009_02-15_14_13_17-131425469-0">Leia mais...</a>]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 16:13:17 -0300</pubDate>
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<link>http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2009-02-15_2009-02-21.html#2009_02-15_14_07_05-131425469-0</link> 
<description><![CDATA[<p><strong>Evoca&ccedil;&atilde;o de uma poesia</strong></p><p>Est&aacute;tua calada, um amor e uma estrada</p><p>Gr&atilde;os que brotam dos olhos</p><p>S&atilde;o l&aacute;grimas, uma estrela e uma espada</p><p>Bandeiras tr&ecirc;mulas entre suas m&atilde;os suadas</p><p>Est&atilde;o entre a dor e <a href="http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2009-02-15_2009-02-21.html#2009_02-15_14_07_05-131425469-0">Leia mais...</a>]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 16:07:05 -0300</pubDate>
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<link>http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2009-02-08_2009-02-14.html#2009_02-14_00_05_14-131425469-0</link> 
<description><![CDATA[<p>Do meu livro de poesias <em><strong>O Volume do Sil&ecirc;ncio</strong></em></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong>Pedras</strong></p><p>Em mem&oacute;ria a Carlos Drummond de Andrade</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Pedras que rolam: rolling stones</p><p>Pedras de altar: Perfeito Ashlar</p><p>Pedras que <a href="http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2009-02-08_2009-02-14.html#2009_02-14_00_05_14-131425469-0">Leia mais...</a>]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 02:05:14 -0200</pubDate>
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<link>http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2009-02-08_2009-02-14.html#2009_02-13_23_46_12-131425469-0</link> 
<description><![CDATA[<p>Do meu livro de poesias&nbsp;<strong><em>O Volume do Sil&ecirc;ncio</em></strong></p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><strong>Explos&atilde;o Demogr&aacute;fica</strong></p><p>P&eacute;talas de vidro despeda&ccedil;aram o fio da navalha</p><p>Aguda e incisiva</p><p>Que em outros corpos relutaria na teimosia dos quadr&uacute;pedes <a href="http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2009-02-08_2009-02-14.html#2009_02-13_23_46_12-131425469-0">Leia mais...</a>]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 01:46:12 -0200</pubDate>
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<link>http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2009-02-08_2009-02-14.html#2009_02-13_23_25_21-131425469-0</link> 
<description><![CDATA[<p>Mesmo que a f&uacute;ria fosse um instante de convuls&atilde;o vacilante,</p><p>prestes a se atirar no abismo da choradeira previs&iacute;vel,</p><p>n&atilde;o sobraria pedra sobre pedra,</p><p>nem mesmo &aacute;guas de poss&iacute;veis m&aacute;goas.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Mesmo na invisibilidade prov&aacute;vel <a href="http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2009-02-08_2009-02-14.html#2009_02-13_23_25_21-131425469-0">Leia mais...</a>]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 01:25:21 -0200</pubDate>
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<link>http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2008-12-28_2009-01-03.html#2009_01-01_04_10_45-131425469-0</link> 
<description><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;</p><p>Trecho do meu&nbsp;romance <strong>"Uma breve est&oacute;ria"</strong></p><p>Escrever num ritmo alucinado. Tipo caleidosc&oacute;pio de uma mente urbana habituada com os meios tecnol&oacute;gicos de alta resolu&ccedil;&atilde;o e velocidade. Competir com tais meios para se inserir no <a href="http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2008-12-28_2009-01-03.html#2009_01-01_04_10_45-131425469-0">Leia mais...</a>]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 06:10:45 -0200</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Estréia - Autor(cauelundi)]]></title>
<link>http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2008-07-06_2008-07-12.html#2008_07-09_23_54_00-131425469-0</link> 
<description><![CDATA[<P>Construi um castelo de areia.</P>
<P>Cheio de veias,</P>
<P>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; caminhos;</P>
<P>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <a href="http://cauelundi.zip.net/arch2008-07-06_2008-07-12.html#2008_07-09_23_54_00-131425469-0">Leia mais...</a>]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 01:54:00 -0300</pubDate>
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