<?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-2097395258062957631</id><updated>2011-11-14T15:16:34.862-03:00</updated><category term='comédia'/><category term='zen'/><category term='pós-estruturalismo'/><category term='estoicismo'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='sustentabilidade'/><category term='música'/><category term='livros sapienciais'/><category term='tao'/><category term='trágico'/><category term='niilismo'/><title type='text'>Napalm Breakfast</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sérgio Luís</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07234322205574020513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ20aXbHmCc/TW25iayyagI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBgKQhk-O4w/s220/sergiocartoon.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097395258062957631.post-4309848352360415623</id><published>2011-05-19T00:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:20:20.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aviso aos navegantes</title><content type='html'>Me afastarei do blog e de outras redes sociais por alguns meses. Tentarei publicar qualquer pedaço interessante de informação na medida do possível.&amp;nbsp;Entretanto, acho que não vai dar pra publicar coisa alguma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais, conto com a compreensão dos meus poucos visitantes ocasionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até a volta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-4309848352360415623?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/4309848352360415623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097395258062957631&amp;postID=4309848352360415623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/4309848352360415623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/4309848352360415623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/05/aviso-aos-navegantes.html' title='Aviso aos navegantes'/><author><name>Sérgio Luís</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07234322205574020513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ20aXbHmCc/TW25iayyagI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBgKQhk-O4w/s220/sergiocartoon.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097395258062957631.post-2640524691843926204</id><published>2011-05-17T23:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:54:38.095-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Leitura livre (III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #404040; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mallarme.direz.fr/Mallarme/LAzur"&gt;L’AZUR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #404040; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;Stéphane MALLARMÉ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #404040; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;première parution : 12 mai 1866&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #404040; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De l’éternel azur la sereine ironie&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Accable, belle indolemment comme les fleurs,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Le poëte impuissant qui maudit son génie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;À travers un désert stérile de Douleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fuyant, les yeux fermés, je le sens qui regarde&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avec l’intensité d’un remords atterrant,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mon âme vide. Où fuir ? Et quelle nuit hagarde&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jeter, lambeaux, jeter sur ce mépris navrant ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brouillards, montez ! versez vos cendres monotones&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avec de longs haillons de brume dans les cieux&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que noiera le marais livide des automnes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Et bâtissez un grand plafond silencieux !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Et toi, sors des étangs&amp;nbsp;léthéens&amp;nbsp;et ramasse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En t’en venant la vase et les pâles roseaux,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cher Ennui, pour boucher d’une main jamais lasse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Les grands trous bleus que font méchamment les oiseaux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Encor ! que sans répit les tristes cheminées&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fument, et que de suie une errante prison&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Éteigne dans l’horreur de ses noires traînées&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Le soleil se mourant jaunâtre à l’horizon !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;― Le Ciel est mort. ― Vers toi, j’accours ! Donne, ô matière,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L’oubli de l’Idéal cruel et du Péché&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;À ce martyr qui vient partager la litière&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Où le bétail heureux des hommes est couché,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Car j’y veux, puisque enfin ma cervelle, vidée&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comme le pot de&amp;nbsp;fard&amp;nbsp;gisant au pied d’un mur,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;N’a plus l’art d’attifer&amp;nbsp;la sanglotante idée,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lugubrement bâiller vers un trépas obscur...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En vain ! l’Azur triomphe, et je l’entends qui chante&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dans les cloches. Mon âme, il se fait voix pour plus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nous faire peur avec sa victoire méchante,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Et du métal vivant sort en bleus&amp;nbsp;angelus&amp;nbsp;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Il roule par la brume, ancien et traverse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ta native agonie ainsi qu’un glaive sûr ;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Où fuir dans la révolte inutile et perverse ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Je suis hanté. L’Azur ! l’Azur ! l’Azur ! l’Azur !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mallarme.direz.fr/Mallarme/BriseMarine"&gt;BRISE MARINE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;Stéphane MALLARMÉ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;première parution : 12 mai 1866&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Brise marine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;La chair est triste, hélas ! et j’ai lu tous les livres.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fuir ! là-bas fuir ! Je sens que des oiseaux sont ivres&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;D’être parmi l’écume inconnue et les cieux !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rien, ni les vieux jardins reflétés par les yeux&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ne retiendra ce cœur qui dans la mer se trempe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ô nuits ! ni la clarté déserte de ma lampe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sur le vide papier que la blancheur défend&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Et ni la jeune femme allaitant son enfant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Je partirai ! Steamer balançant ta mâture,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lève l’ancre pour une exotique nature !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Un Ennui, désolé par les cruels espoirs,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Croit encore à l’adieu suprême des mouchoirs !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Et, peut-être, les mâts, invitant les orages&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sont-ils de ceux qu’un vent penche sur les naufrages&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Perdus, sans mâts, sans mâts, ni fertiles îlots...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mais, ô mon cœur, entends le chant des matelots !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mallarme.direz.fr/Mallarme/PoemesDeMallarme"&gt;http://mallarme.direz.fr/Mallarme/PoemesDeMallarme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-2640524691843926204?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/2640524691843926204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097395258062957631&amp;postID=2640524691843926204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/2640524691843926204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/2640524691843926204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/05/leitura-livre-iii.html' title='Leitura livre (III)'/><author><name>Sérgio Luís</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07234322205574020513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ20aXbHmCc/TW25iayyagI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBgKQhk-O4w/s220/sergiocartoon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097395258062957631.post-5818083546396941680</id><published>2011-04-14T01:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:24:32.758-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niilismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pós-estruturalismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comédia'/><title type='text'>Leitura livre (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Os anormais" (Michel Foucault)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aula de 12 de fevereiro de 1975&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiquei com um medo que talvez seja meio obsessivo: tive a impressão, uns dias atrás - lembrando-me do que lhes disse da última vez a propósito da mulher de Sélestat, sabem, a que tinha matado a filha, cortado e comido a perna dela com repolho -, de lhes ter dito que ela havia sido condenada. Lembram-se? Não? Eu disse que ela tinha sido absolvida? Também não? Não disse nada? Pelo menos, disse alguma coisa a seu respeito? Bem, se eu tivesse dito que ela tinha sido condenada, teria sido um erro: ela foi absolvida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Asinaria" (Plauto)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ato 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cena 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leonida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...) Você insulta outras pessoas e não admite ser insultado? Sou um homem tanto quanto você é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vendedor de asnos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certamente, é dessa forma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leonida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acompanhe-me, então. Com sua permissão afirmo: nenhuma pessoa sequer acusou-me justamente de infâmia, nem há hoje em Atenas pessoa mais confiável que eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vendedor de asnos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez: mas ainda assim, hoje não será possível convencer-me a confiar este dinheiro a você, pois não o conheço. Um homem é um lobo para outro [lupus est homo homini], não um homem, quando um não conhece o caráter do outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Os anormais" (Michel Foucault)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- continuação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu achei que tinha lhes dito (o que teria sido um erro) que ela havia sido condenada por ser um período de fome e porque ela era miserável; nessa medida, ela tinha interesse em comer a filha, porque não tinha mais nada para pôr na boca. Esse argumento foi de fato empregado e quase influiu na decisão, mas ela acabou sendo absolvida. E foi absolvida em função do seguinte fato, que foi sustentado pelos advogados: que ainda havia mantimentos no seu armário e que, por conseguinte, ela não tinha tanto interesse assim em comer a filha; que ela teria podido comer toucinho antes de comer a filha, que o sistema de interesses não agia. Em todo caso, a partir disso, ela foi "absolvida"&lt;absolvida&gt;. Se cometi um erro, desculpem-me. A verdade ficou estabelecida, ou restabelecida.&lt;/absolvida&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Além do bem e do mal" (Friedrich Nietzsche)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quinta parte - aforismos e intermédios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;83:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O instinto&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Quando a casa arde, esquece-se até o almoço. Sim; mas logo se aproveitam as cinzas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-5818083546396941680?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/5818083546396941680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097395258062957631&amp;postID=5818083546396941680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/5818083546396941680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/5818083546396941680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/04/leitura-livre-ii.html' title='Leitura livre (II)'/><author><name>Sérgio Luís</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07234322205574020513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ20aXbHmCc/TW25iayyagI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBgKQhk-O4w/s220/sergiocartoon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097395258062957631.post-5440815507569035062</id><published>2011-03-23T05:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:01:09.594-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estoicismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tao'/><title type='text'>Leitura livre (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ad Helviam matrem de consolatione" (Sêneca)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;V - (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A desventura é grave para aquêles a quem chega inesperadamente; fàcilmente a suporta quem sempre a espera. Assim, também o ataque de um exército inimigo dispersa os soldados tomados de surprêsa; mas se preparados para a guerra antes da guerra, ordenados e prontos repelem a primeira investida, que é a mais furiosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;孫子兵法&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;孫武)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mestre Sun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nos tempos antigos, os guerreiros hábeis antes tornavam-se invencíveis e só depois buscavam a vulnerabilidade do inimigo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zhang Yu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tornar-te invencível significa conhecer a ti mesmo, perceber a vulnerabilidade do inimigo significa conhecer os outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mei Yaochen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esconde tua forma, mantém a ordem interna e fica atento a possíveis lacunas e descuidos do inimigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mestre Sun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A invencibilidade está em ti mesmo, a vulnerabilidade está no adversário.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du Mu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mantendo o teu próprio exército em ordem, sempre preparado para o confronto, elimina teus vestígios e esconde tua forma, tornando-te inescrutável ao adversário. Quando percebes que podes tirar proveito do oponente, entra em ação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;易經&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. HSU / A ESPERA (NUTRIÇÃO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;JULGAMENTO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A ESPERA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se você é sincero, tem a luz e o sucesso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A perseverança traz boa fortuna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É favorável atravessar a grande água.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguém se encontra diante de um perigo que deve ser superado. Fraqueza e impaciência nada conseguirão. Só o forte pode enfrentar seu destino, pois, graças à sua segurança interior, ele é capaz de resistir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;IMAGEM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nuvens se elevam no céu: a imagem da ESPERA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim o homem superior come e bebe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;permanece alegre e de bom humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando as nuvens se elevam nos céus, é sinal de chuva. Não há nada a fazer senão esperar que a chuva caia. O mesmo ocorre na vida quando o destino articula seus movimentos. Não se deve ceder a preocupações nem procurar moldar o destino com intervenções prematuras. Ao contrário, deve-se com tranqüilidade, fortificar o corpo, comendo e bebendo, e o espírito, através da alegria e do bom humor. O destino virá no seu tempo devido e então se estará preparado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ad Helviam matrem de consolatione" (Sêneca)&lt;/i&gt; - continuação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;(...) Nunca me entreguei à sorte, mesmo quando parecia que estivesse em paz comigo; todos os favores, dos quais muito generosamente me cercava (riquezas, cargos, prestígio), coloquei-os em tal lugar de onde pudesse retomá-los, sem me aborrecer. Deixei sempre grande distância entre mim e êles: tirou-me os favores, portanto, não mos arrancou. A sorte contrária não diminui senão os homens que se deixaram enganar pela prosperidade. Os homens que se agarram a seus presentes como a coisas das quais temos perpétua propriedade e que por êles querem ser invejados pelos outros, jazem prostrados e aflitos, quando os deleites falsos e fugazes abandonam sua alma vã e pueril, que ignora qualquer prazer real; mas, quem na prosperidade não se orgulhou, não se abala se as coisas mudam. Contra um e outro estado tem uma alma invicta, cheia de firmeza já experimentada, porque experimentou na boa sorte o que é útil contra a infelicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-5440815507569035062?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/5440815507569035062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097395258062957631&amp;postID=5440815507569035062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/5440815507569035062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/5440815507569035062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/03/leitura-livre-i.html' title='Leitura livre (I)'/><author><name>Sérgio Luís</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07234322205574020513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ20aXbHmCc/TW25iayyagI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBgKQhk-O4w/s220/sergiocartoon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097395258062957631.post-6564625680154688425</id><published>2011-03-19T17:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:09:12.076-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trágico'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fragmentos das "Contribuições à doutrina do sofrimento do mundo" de Arthur Schopenhauer (trad. de Wolfgang Leo Maar).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;§150&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;O consolo mais eficaz em toda infelicidade, em todo sofrimento, é observar os outros, que são ainda mais infelizes do que nós: e isto é possível a cada um. Mas o que resulta disto em relação ao todo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Parecemos carneiros a brincar sobre a relva, enquanto o açougueiro já está a escolher um ou outro com os olhos, pois em nossos bons tempos não sabemos que infelicidade justamente agora o destino nos prepara -, doença, perseguição, empobrecimento, mutilação, cegueira, loucura, morte etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A história nos mostra a vida dos povos, e nada encontra a não ser guerras e rebeliões para nos relatar; os anos de paz nos parecem apenas curtas pausas, entreatos, uma vez aqui e ali. E de igual maneira a vida do indivíduo é uma luta contínua, porém não somente metafórica, com a necessidade ou o tédio; mas também realmente com outros. Por toda parte ele encontra opositor, vive em constante luta, e morre de armas em punho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;§151&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Também contribui para o tormento de nossa existência, e não pouco, o impelir do tempo, impedindo-nos de tomar fôlego, perseguindo todos qual algoz de açoite. Somente não o faz com aquele que se entregou ao tédio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;§152&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mas, assim como nosso corpo explodiria, se lhes fosse subtraída a pressão da atmosfera, assim também se a pressão da necessidade, dificuldade, contrariedade e frustração das pretensões fossem afastadas da vida dos homens, sua petulância cresceria, se bem que não até estourar, contudo até as manifestações desenfreadas da loucura, mesmo do delírio. Inclusive cada um necessita sempre de um certo&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;quantum&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;de preocupação, ou dor, ou necessidade, como o navio de lastro para navegar de modo ereto e firme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Trabalho, aflição, esforço e necessidade constituem durante toda a vida a sorte da maioria das pessoas. Porém se todos os desejos, apenas originados, já estivessem resolvidos, o que preencheria então a vida humana, com que se gastaria o tempo? Que se transfira o homem a um país utópico, em que tudo crescesse sem ser plantado, as pombas revoassem já assadas, e cada um encontrasse logo e sem dificuldade sua bem-amada. Ali em parte os homens morrerão de tédio ou se enforcarão, em parte promoverão guerras, massacres e assassinatos, para assim se proporcionar mais sofrimento do que o posto pela natureza. Portanto, para uma tal espécie, como a humana, nenhum outro palco se presta, nenhuma outra existência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;§156&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ninguém é mui invejável, mui deploráveis são muitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A vida constitui uma tarefa a ser realizada: neste sentido&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;defunctuns&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;é uma bela expressão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Imaginemos que o ato da procriação não fosse uma necessidade, nem acompanhado de prezer, mas um assunto de pura reflexão racional: a humanidade então ainda subsistiria? Não possuiria, pelo contrário, cada um compaixão suficiente para com a geração vindoura, a ponto de lhe poupar o fardo da existência, ou ao menos não lhe impor o mesmo a sangue-frio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Pois o mundo constitui o&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;inferno&lt;/i&gt;, e os homens formam em parte os atormentados, e noutra, os demônicos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;De fato, a convicção de que o mundo, e portanto também o homem, é algo que propriamente não deveria ser, é adequada a nos prover de tolerância uns em relação aos outros: pois o que há de se esperar de seres sob tais predicamentos? E mesmo partindo deste ponto de vista, poder-se-ia pensar que o tratamento apropriado entre os homens, em lugar de&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Monsieur&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sir&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;etc., deveria ser "companheiro de infortúnio,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;soci malorum&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;compagnon de misères&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;my fellow-sufferer&lt;/i&gt;". Por mais estranho que possa parecer, corresponde à coisa, lança sobre o outro a luz apropriada e recorda o necessário, a tolerância, paciência, piedade, amor ao próximo, indispensável a todos, e portanto de que todos são devedores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;§156 a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pardon is the word to all&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Cymbeline a. 5, sc. 5). Com qualquer estupidez, falha, vício humano, deveríamos ser tolerantes, pensando que o que temos diante de nós é somente nossa própria estupidez, falha, vício: pois trata-se dos erros da humanidade, a que também nós pertencemos, possuindo em conseqüência também todas as falhas, mesmo aquelas sobre que nos indignamos, apenas porque justamente agora não se manifestam em nós, pois não se encontram à superfície, mas repousam ao fundo, e se apresentarão ao primeiro motivo, precisamente como agora os observamos no outro; apesar de em um se ressaltar um certo tipo, em outro, um distinto, ou de não se poder negar que a medida total de todas as propriedades más em um é bem maior do que em outro. Pois a diferença das individualidades é inavaliavelmente grande.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu tinha preparado algo antes disso tudo, mas resolvi apagar. Mas o trecho que retirei dos escritos filosóficos de Schopenhauer faz parte da idéia original.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;O meu gosto por escrever crônicas e textos parecidos está acabando. Penso em, a partir de agora, apenas postar traduções e trechos de obras. Nada de primeira pessoa daqui pra frente. Vamos ver no que dá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-6564625680154688425?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/6564625680154688425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097395258062957631&amp;postID=6564625680154688425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/6564625680154688425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/6564625680154688425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/03/fragmentos-das-contribuicoes-doutrina.html' title=''/><author><name>Sérgio Luís</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07234322205574020513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ20aXbHmCc/TW25iayyagI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBgKQhk-O4w/s220/sergiocartoon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097395258062957631.post-7155761692079912821</id><published>2011-03-01T23:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:47:10.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To the old times... (V)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mjKrGTlXQXg/TW2vGEe21mI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YDNVpAAjJes/s1600/bigbossgrave.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mjKrGTlXQXg/TW2vGEe21mI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YDNVpAAjJes/s320/bigbossgrave.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;endure,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;do what you're supposed to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-7155761692079912821?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7155761692079912821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097395258062957631&amp;postID=7155761692079912821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/7155761692079912821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/7155761692079912821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-old-times-v.html' title='To the old times... (V)'/><author><name>Sérgio Luís</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07234322205574020513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ20aXbHmCc/TW25iayyagI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBgKQhk-O4w/s220/sergiocartoon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mjKrGTlXQXg/TW2vGEe21mI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YDNVpAAjJes/s72-c/bigbossgrave.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097395258062957631.post-967171013782031487</id><published>2011-02-22T00:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T00:03:40.481-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To the old times... (IV)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05rQt6pDMM4/TWMnGUhy_AI/AAAAAAAAAUA/-Uf8CBaJkr4/s1600/chronocamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05rQt6pDMM4/TWMnGUhy_AI/AAAAAAAAAUA/-Uf8CBaJkr4/s320/chronocamp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;forgive and forget&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-967171013782031487?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/967171013782031487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097395258062957631&amp;postID=967171013782031487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/967171013782031487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/967171013782031487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-old-times-iv.html' title='To the old times... (IV)'/><author><name>Sérgio Luís</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07234322205574020513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ20aXbHmCc/TW25iayyagI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBgKQhk-O4w/s220/sergiocartoon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05rQt6pDMM4/TWMnGUhy_AI/AAAAAAAAAUA/-Uf8CBaJkr4/s72-c/chronocamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097395258062957631.post-686489664413817357</id><published>2011-02-18T17:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:41:01.631-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To the old times... (III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jju9xKfw5w4/TV7ZEUN2SlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/BlqxmguzkGc/s1600/aerisdeath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jju9xKfw5w4/TV7ZEUN2SlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/BlqxmguzkGc/s320/aerisdeath.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;together we stand,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;divided we fall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-686489664413817357?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/686489664413817357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097395258062957631&amp;postID=686489664413817357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/686489664413817357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/686489664413817357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-old-times-iii.html' title='To the old times... (III)'/><author><name>Sérgio Luís</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07234322205574020513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ20aXbHmCc/TW25iayyagI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBgKQhk-O4w/s220/sergiocartoon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jju9xKfw5w4/TV7ZEUN2SlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/BlqxmguzkGc/s72-c/aerisdeath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097395258062957631.post-3975880547692475177</id><published>2011-02-16T11:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T11:39:00.089-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To the old times... (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-rMBTaKZUA/TVvfBMX59dI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ikJxmvlT4Z8/s1600/dustcards.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-rMBTaKZUA/TVvfBMX59dI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ikJxmvlT4Z8/s320/dustcards.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;even the greatest fortune starts with a single coin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-3975880547692475177?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/3975880547692475177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097395258062957631&amp;postID=3975880547692475177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/3975880547692475177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/3975880547692475177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-old-times-ii.html' title='To the old times... (II)'/><author><name>Sérgio Luís</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07234322205574020513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ20aXbHmCc/TW25iayyagI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBgKQhk-O4w/s220/sergiocartoon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-rMBTaKZUA/TVvfBMX59dI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ikJxmvlT4Z8/s72-c/dustcards.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097395258062957631.post-82025643883692436</id><published>2011-02-11T23:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T23:32:19.454-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To the old times... (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwHuusdx3Xg/TVXwL5o1O1I/AAAAAAAAATw/0WceZ_oMOCw/s1600/Full_Throttle_-_Ben.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwHuusdx3Xg/TVXwL5o1O1I/AAAAAAAAATw/0WceZ_oMOCw/s320/Full_Throttle_-_Ben.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;never give up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-82025643883692436?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/82025643883692436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097395258062957631&amp;postID=82025643883692436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/82025643883692436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/82025643883692436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-old-times-i.html' title='To the old times... (I)'/><author><name>Sérgio Luís</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07234322205574020513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ20aXbHmCc/TW25iayyagI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBgKQhk-O4w/s220/sergiocartoon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwHuusdx3Xg/TVXwL5o1O1I/AAAAAAAAATw/0WceZ_oMOCw/s72-c/Full_Throttle_-_Ben.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097395258062957631.post-8359886857838488272</id><published>2011-02-02T01:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:24:08.176-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vr9eAjd8A84/TUjayAHt2LI/AAAAAAAAATo/eOoXHKOnnjA/s1600/370px-Siege-alesia-vercingetorix-jules-cesar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vr9eAjd8A84/TUjayAHt2LI/AAAAAAAAATo/eOoXHKOnnjA/s320/370px-Siege-alesia-vercingetorix-jules-cesar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vercingetórix larga suas armas aos pés de Júlio César (1899)&lt;/i&gt;, Lionel-Noël Royer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Was sich nie und nirgends hat begeben,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Das allein veraltet nie".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou como fora traduzido por Wolfgang Leo Maar em &lt;b&gt;O mundo como vontade e como representação (parte III)&lt;/b&gt;: "O que nunca e em lugar algum aconteceu,/Somente isto jamais envelhece". No&amp;nbsp;§51 dessa grande obra&amp;nbsp;Schopenhauer cita Schiller, buscando ilustrar a relação entre o ofício do historiador e do poeta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ora, certos detalhes da História perderam-se para sempre nos rumores populares. Como saber exatamente o que aconteceu com Vercingetórix quando entrou sozinho no campo de Júlio César para anunciar sua rendição? A poesia preenche estas lacunas com o que é esteticamente agradável. Assim, enquanto o historiador parece ser um escravo dos fatos e dados empíricos, costurando os retalhos da tapeçaria do tempo, o poeta reconstrói a História, como se desse voz aos grandes heróis e tiranos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A poesia não é uma fonte da juventude, mas traz consigo mais sobre a felicidade e a "imortalidade" do que se imagina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sublime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-8359886857838488272?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8359886857838488272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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sol;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No mais tenro botão o verme horrível jaz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todo homem é pecador e também eu o sou,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buscando dar razão a todos teus pecados,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A mim causando mal, se amenizo os teus erros,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desculpas de alto honor buscando a teus pecados.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Introduzo o bom senso em teu senso perdido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Em teu próprio adversário encontras advogado)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E a mim mesmo então um processo eu intento;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu ódio e meu amor travam guerra civil:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Esse amável ladrão ajudar quero, cúmplice,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ladrão que amargamente o coração me rouba.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;William Shakespeare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dizem por aí que Shakespeare buscou a inspiração para montar o padrão do soneto inglês nas obras de Luíz Vaz de Camões. Certamente, o grande mestre inglês sofreu de "ferida que dói, e não se sente", mas não tenho como atestar se tal influência de fato se deu. Deve haver quem diga: "Shakespeare? Admirado com uma língua tão rude e incivilizada quanto a nossa? Absurdo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez seja mesmo um absurdo. Porém, nada é perfeito - principalmente no que diz respeito à linguagem. A língua portuguesa, se comparada à sua raiz latina, carece gravemente de rigor lógico. E tal rigor parece ter se destacado através das eras em idiomas como o Alemão e o Grego mais que no idioma lusitano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As línguas alemã e grega detêm uma grande variedade de declinações nominais que enriquecem o discurso de seus falantes com novos significados e sutilezas poéticas. Entretanto, isto pode se tornar um pesadelo para os epistemólogos e filósofos analíticos. De qualquer forma, não pretendo discutir epistemologia agora. Pretendia, na verdade, louvar nossa língua e afirmar que não duvidaria se voltassem a me contar que Shakespeare inspirou-se em Camões. Talvez ele tenha se maravilhado com a riqueza verbal da língua dos Lusíadas - algo tão brilhante e singular quanto qualquer grande obra em idioma dito "civilizado".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oremos aos mestres Petrarca, Dante, Cervantes e ao mui grande Luíz Vaz de Camões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No vernáculo está a identidade do povo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikisource.org/wiki/Alma_minha_gentil,_que_te_partiste"&gt;Alma minha gentil, que te partiste&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alma minha gentil, que te partiste&lt;br /&gt;Tão cedo desta vida, descontente,&lt;br /&gt;Repousa lá no Céu eternamente&lt;br /&gt;E viva eu cá na terra sempre triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se lá no assento etéreo, onde subiste,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memória desta vida se consente,&lt;br /&gt;Não te esqueças daquele amor ardente&lt;br /&gt;Que já nos olhos meus tão puro viste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se vires que pode merecer-te&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma cousa a dor que me ficou&lt;br /&gt;Da mágoa, sem remédio, de perder-te,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roga a Deus, que teus anos encurtou,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tão cedo de cá me leve a ver-te,&lt;br /&gt;Quão cedo de meus olhos te levou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Luíz Vaz de Camões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-1882871587689453145?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1882871587689453145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097395258062957631&amp;postID=1882871587689453145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros sapienciais'/><title type='text'>Pela ação revela-se a intenção</title><content type='html'>1 O individualista procura os próprios caprichos,&lt;br /&gt;irrita-se contra todo conselho.&lt;br /&gt;2 Ao insensato não agrada o discernimento,&lt;br /&gt;mas publicar o que há em seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;3 Onde entra impiedade, entra desonra,&lt;br /&gt;e com a desonra, a vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;4 As palavras de um homem são águas profundas,&lt;br /&gt;a fonte da sabedoria é um regato corrente.&lt;br /&gt;5 Não é bom ser parcial com o culpado&lt;br /&gt;para oprimir o justo no tribunal.&lt;br /&gt;6 Os lábios do insensato entram na rixa,&lt;br /&gt;e sua boca provoca pancadas.&lt;br /&gt;7 A boca do insensato é uma ruína,&lt;br /&gt;e seus lábios uma armadilha para si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;8 As palavras da maledicência são guloseimas&lt;br /&gt;que penetram até as entranhas.&lt;br /&gt;9 Quem é negligente no trabalho&lt;br /&gt;é irmão de quem destrói.&lt;br /&gt;10 O nome do Senhor é uma torre fortificada,&lt;br /&gt;nela se recolhe o justo e é defendido.&lt;br /&gt;11 A fortuna é para o rico sua praça forte,&lt;br /&gt;em seu pensar, é uma alta muralha.&lt;br /&gt;12 O coração soberbo precede a queda,&lt;br /&gt;a humildade precede a glória.&lt;br /&gt;13 A quem responde antes de ouvir&lt;br /&gt;tocam-lhe estultícia e vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;14 O espírito do homem o sustenta na doença,&lt;br /&gt;mas quem levanta um espírito abatido?&lt;br /&gt;15 Um coração sensato adquire ciência,&lt;br /&gt;e o ouvido dos sábios busca o saber.&lt;br /&gt;16 A dádiva abre o caminho ao homem&lt;br /&gt;e dá-lhe acesso junto aos grandes.&lt;br /&gt;17 O primeiro a defender-se tem razão,&lt;br /&gt;até chegar um outro que o impugne.&lt;br /&gt;18 A sorte lançada põe fim às disputas&lt;br /&gt;e decide entre os poderosos.&lt;br /&gt;19 Um irmão ofendido é mais do que uma praça forte,&lt;br /&gt;as disputas são como os ferrolhos de um castelo.&lt;br /&gt;20 Do fruto da boca sacia-se o ventre de um homem,&lt;br /&gt;farta-se do produto de seus lábios.&lt;br /&gt;21 A morte e a vida estão em poder da língua:&lt;br /&gt;o que alguém preferir, será o fruto que vai comer.&lt;br /&gt;22 Quem encontra uma esposa encontra um bem,&lt;br /&gt;e encontra um favor do Senhor.&lt;br /&gt;23 O pobre fala suplicando,&lt;br /&gt;porém o rico responde com dureza.&lt;br /&gt;24 Há companheiros que se maltratam entre si,&lt;br /&gt;mas há amigo mais fiel do que um irmão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pr 18: 1-24. 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tao'/><title type='text'>Simplicidade (ou mantendo o coração do povo em descanso)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(versão inglesa traduzida por Sérgio Barroso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 19px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;道德經:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 19px;"&gt;不尚賢，使民不爭；不貴難得之貨，使民不為盜；不見可欲，使心不亂。是以聖人之治，虛其心，實其腹，弱其志，強其骨。常使民無知無欲。使夫&lt;sup class="refindex" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;知者不敢為也。為無為，則無不治。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Capítulo Três - Simplicidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não exaltar os proficientes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;faz as pessoas não competirem entre si.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não superestimar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;bens difíceis de se obter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;faz o povo não roubar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não poder ver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as coisas desejáveis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;faz o coração das pessoas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;não se confundir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desta forma:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;os sábios governam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;esvaziando seu desejo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;preenchendo apenas suas necessidades,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;enfraquecendo suas ambições,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fortalecendo seus ossos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mantenha as pessoas constantemente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sem desejo de forma que não percebam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elas farão com que as pessoas ávidas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;não se atrevam a interferir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aja sem interferir -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;assim nada será desfeito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não glorificar os habilidosos previne a discórdia oriunda da competição. Não superestimar os bens raros salva o povo do roubo. Não exibir as coisas boas ou gabar-se delas não confunde os corações das pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Assim, os sábios governam de forma a aplacar seus desejos e satisfazer apenas suas necessidades, enfraquecer sua ambição e fortalecer seu centro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;De forma consistente e imperceptível, eles deixam o povo feliz e evitam que os maliciosos se atrevam a interferir. Agir sem interferir não desfaz o que está feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dao De Jing [Tao Te Ching] de Laozi [Lao Tsé]. Traduções de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chinese.dsturgeon.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chinese Text Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e Hilmar Alquiros. Disponível em:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chinese.dsturgeon.net/text.pl?node=11591&amp;amp;if=en"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://chinese.dsturgeon.net/text.pl?node=11591&amp;amp;if=en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tao-te-king.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.tao-te-king.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-7152869652025196912?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7152869652025196912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097395258062957631&amp;postID=7152869652025196912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/7152869652025196912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/7152869652025196912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/2010/07/simplicidade-ou-mantendo-o-coracao-do.html' title='Simplicidade (ou mantendo o coração do povo em descanso)'/><author><name>Sérgio Luís</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07234322205574020513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ20aXbHmCc/TW25iayyagI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBgKQhk-O4w/s220/sergiocartoon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097395258062957631.post-6701095605538648730</id><published>2010-07-26T01:01:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T23:21:19.289-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><title type='text'>Pensamentos de Dogen Zenji sobre o Budismo e a mortalidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Traduzido do inglês por Sérgio Barroso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Revisado em 11.02.11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Questão 10.&lt;/b&gt; O seguinte já foi dito:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Não te lamentes pela mortalidade;¹ há uma escapatória, que é perceber a natureza eterna do espírito. Assim como o corpo nasceu, ele morrerá, mas não o espírito. Percebe que o espírito imortal existe dentro de ti, e que aí está tua natureza essencial, sendo o corpo apenas uma morada temporária, efêmera, morrendo aqui, renascido lá. A mente continua imutável através do passado, presente e futuro. Compreender isto é libertar-se da mortalidade. Aqueles que o fazem dão fim à vida e morte do passado e, quando desprendem-se de sua forma mortal, entram no oceano da natureza. Assim que o fazem, certamente são imbuídos com as mesmas virtudes sagradas dos anjos. Aqueles que ainda não aprenderam este princípio estão condenados a repetir sua experiência de mortalidade para sempre."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isto só pode significar que o que realmente importa é perceber [admitir] que todos nós temos uma alma imortal. O que se ganha ao gastar tempo sentado em uma almofada? Esta linha de pensamento concorda com o caminho dos budas e dos patriarcas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resposta 10.&lt;/b&gt; De forma nenhuma. Essa é a heresia de Senika.² A heresia afirma que dentro de nossos corpos há uma espécie de inteligência fantasma,³ que sabe diferenciar o bom do ruim, o certo do errado. A habilidade de sentir dor e prazer, sofrimento e contentamento se deveria a esta inteligência fantasma. E mais, tal natureza fantasmagórica poderia escapar de um corpo morto e renascer em outro. Quando achamos que o corpo está morrendo, o espírito consegue renascer em outro lugar e subsiste por toda a eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É isso que a heresia diz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acreditar em tal tolice e chamá-la de buddhadharma [Dharma Budista] é mais insensato do que catar pedras e acreditar que são joias. É tão estúpido que não posso fazer outra analogia. Echu,⁴ o mestre que educou um imperador da Dinastia Tang, criticava veementemente essa falácia. Quão ignorante é - elevar ao nível da sutil verdade de Buda a crença de que o espírito permanece e o corpo perece. Você está promovendo a causa primeira da mesma mortalidade de que tenta escapar. É digno de pena. Saiba que isso é pura heresia e não lhe dê atenção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Permita-me observar que para se enxergar através dessa heresia você precisa saber que ensinamos que no Dharma Budista corpo e mente estão unidos intrinsecamente, sua natureza e seu aspecto indivisíveis - é um princípio inabalável em toda a China e Índia. Se uma religião prega que as coisas são permanentes, então tudo é permanente, tornando impossível separar-se corpo e mente. Se uma religião prega que as coisas são evanescentes, então tudo é evanescente, tornando impossível separar natureza e aspecto.⁵ Em qualquer caso não pode ser verdade que o corpo pereça enquanto o espírito sobrevive. Que fique claro também que a mortalidade é nirvana. O nirvana nunca foi discutido fora do contexto da mortalidade. Pense a respeito: sua mente - que tenta alcançar uma suposta sabedoria budista mas despreza a mortalidade, que espera que uma alma imortal se desprenda do seu corpo - ainda é uma mente dotada de compreensão e percepção que é, ela mesma, objeto da mortalidade, violando assim o preceito da eternidade. Quem pode negar isto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Observe atentamente, e você verá que as religiões verdadeiras sempre ensinaram que o corpo e a alma estão unificados. Então, por que razão a alma deveria destacar-se do corpo e sobreviver enquanto o corpo morre? Isto implicaria que corpo e alma estão unidos algumas vezes, mas não todas as vezes, tornando todas essas religiões grandes farsas. Aqueles que pensam que a ideia é eliminar a mortalidade são culpados de odiar o Budismo. Devemos ter cuidado com tais afirmações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você deveria conhecer a escola de pensamento budista chamada Aspecto Universal da Natureza da Mente,⁶ que prega que por todo o reino do dharma, em toda a sua vastidão, é impossível separar natureza e aspecto ou distinguir vida e morte. Nada, nem mesmo a compreensão e o nirvana, está fora da natureza da mente. Todas as coisas e fenômenos compartilham essa mente, nada está excluído, nada está desconectado. Há muitas escolas de pensamento budistas, mas todas defendem que a mente é uniformemente singular. Os ensinamentos budistas são conhecidos por sua insistência em afirmar que distinções de mente não existem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tentar ainda assim distinguir corpo e mente, ou separar a vida do nirvana, é impossível. Todos nascemos como filhos de Buda, e não devemos dar ouvidos àquilo que filósofos não-budistas dizem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;¹ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;seishi&lt;/i&gt;, lit. "vida-morte". Tem uma variedade de nuances dependendo do contexto, mas o foco neste caso é sobre nascimento e morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;² &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Senika é um filósofo indiano que viveu na mesma época de Gautama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;³&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; rei-chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;⁴&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Nanyo Echu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;⁵&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; o tradutor original acredita que Dogen pretendia afirmar que pregar permanência é tão limitador e contraditório quanto pregar evanescência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;⁶&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; "portal do dharma do vasto total aspecto da essência da mente" 心性大総相の法門, citação de Daijo Kishin Ron 大乗起心論 (Despertar da fé de Mahayana).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;First Dogen book: selected essays from Dogen Zenji's Shobogenzo. Organizado e traduzido para inglês por Bob Myers. Distribuído sob a licença &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/us/"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States&lt;/a&gt;. Disponível em: &lt;a href="http://www.bob.myers.name/dogen/"&gt;http://www.bob.myers.name/dogen/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-6701095605538648730?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/6701095605538648730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097395258062957631&amp;postID=6701095605538648730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/6701095605538648730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/6701095605538648730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/2010/07/pensamentos-de-dogen-zenji-sobre-o.html' title='Pensamentos de Dogen Zenji sobre o Budismo e a mortalidade.'/><author><name>Sérgio Luís</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07234322205574020513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ20aXbHmCc/TW25iayyagI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBgKQhk-O4w/s220/sergiocartoon.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097395258062957631.post-606258924569290119</id><published>2010-07-01T10:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T10:20:00.480-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><title type='text'>Três doenças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caso 88: As "três doenças" de Gensha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(traduzido do inglês e reformatado por Sérgio Barroso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gensha, instruindo a assembléia, disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Todos os antigos mestres disseram, 'Ajudem os seres vivos e os salvem'. Suponha que você esteja diante de três pessoas com doenças diferentes, como você as ajudaria? A pessoa cega não pode ver, mesmo que você erga um martelo [para julgá-la] ou se esforce para que ela veja. A pessoa surda não pode escutar, mesmo que você recite frases belas. A pessoa muda não pode falar, mesmo que você peça para que ela fale. Como você as ajudaria? Se você não puder ajudá-las, o Dharma Budista não tem eficácia verdadeira."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um monge perguntou a Unmon sobre isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unmon disse, "Faça uma reverência". O monge fez uma reverência e levantou-se. Unmon cutucou-o com seu cajado. O monge recuou. Unmon disse, "Então, você não é cego".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois ele disse, "Venha até aqui". O monge se aproximou dele. Unmon disse, "Então, você não é surdo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então ele disse, "Você compreendeu?". O monge disse, "Não". Unmon disse, "Então, você não é mudo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com isso, o monge obteve a compreensão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hekiganroku - The Blue Cliff Record&lt;/b&gt;. Disponível em: &lt;a href="http://perso.ens-lyon.fr/eric.boix/Koan/Hekiganroku/index.html"&gt;http://perso.ens-lyon.fr/eric.boix/Koan/Hekiganroku/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097395258062957631-606258924569290119?l=napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/606258924569290119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097395258062957631&amp;postID=606258924569290119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/606258924569290119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097395258062957631/posts/default/606258924569290119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://napalmbreakfast.blogspot.com/2010/07/tres-doencas.html' title='Três doenças'/><author><name>Sérgio Luís</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07234322205574020513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ20aXbHmCc/TW25iayyagI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBgKQhk-O4w/s220/sergiocartoon.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
