<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 13:49:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>[cronopolitano]</title><description>devaneios, lixeiratura e obras inconclusas</description><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2047</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-347627437069886704</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 13:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T11:49:00.196-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>DOIS DE DEZEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Como se eu fosse um alfabeto decrescente, venho por meio deste excluir os números bestas de minha existência.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/dois-de-dezembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-620815736156942516</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T10:49:00.149-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>PRIMEIRO DE DEZEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>O que sobra, no fim, é a lembrança. O resto é dor.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/primeiro-de-dezembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-910830078893957510</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 11:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T09:47:00.612-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>TRINTA DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Por dentro, o organismo finge que não existe mais. Só pedras, tampouco lapidadas.A essência é uma ilusão.Como se eu estivesse em um filme. Com péssimo roteiro, parcos diálogos, nenhuma direção. Apenas a vontade, pouco à vontade.Onde é o botão que desliga?</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/trinta-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-1634162975634489915</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 10:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T08:46:00.807-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>VINTE E NOVE DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Tem dias que não é bom começar nem encerrar.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/vinte-e-nove-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-7989271273402268661</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 09:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T07:46:00.656-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>VINTE E OITO DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Tem dias que é melhor encerrar que começar.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/vinte-e-oito-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-4617549594404064557</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 08:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T06:45:00.526-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>VINTE E SETE DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Tem dias que é melhor começar que encerrar.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/vinte-e-sete-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-271991456096099025</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 07:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T05:44:00.110-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>VINTE E SEIS DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Tudo o que mais quero é uma vida mansa. Porque todo o resto só me cansa. E, no fim da história, o mundo inteiro dança.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/vinte-e-seis-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-429064952628933059</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 06:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T04:44:00.042-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>VINTE E CINCO DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Noves fora, novembro é de chuvas.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/vinte-e-cinco-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-8914848103747551576</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 05:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T03:42:00.682-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>VINTE E QUATRO DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Quem acredita em desafios não deve aborrecer muito os conselhos. Da carta ao violão, arrisca o verso, mesmeja o sussuro, se engana o tropeço. Toda as desilusões já foram pagas.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/vinte-e-quatro-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-3774231355204296298</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 04:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T02:42:00.069-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>VINTE E TRÊS DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Tem fósforo?</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/vinte-e-tres-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-3986561899720207064</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T01:41:00.417-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>VINTE E DOIS DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Está escuro.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/vinte-e-dois-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-1015999651966392063</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 02:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T00:39:00.299-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>VINTE E UM DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Quero uma flor que me fale.Ao coração.Existem mãos que não se tocam, beijos que não se dão, conceitos que se subtraem?Quero uma dor que me fale.E seja bruta.E seja sincera.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/vinte-e-um-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-5666496419028423125</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T20:00:01.223-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>VINTE DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Caligrafia. Cacografia. Quem se importa?</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/vinte-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-5167528383608883599</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 10:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T08:06:00.237-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>frase</category><title>Para começar a semana</title><atom:summary type='text'>“Nos livros aprendi a fugir ao mal sem o experimentar.” Camilo Ferreira Botelho Castelo Branco (1825-1890)</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/para-comecar-semana_28.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lt6hPlznT9U/SxVNkz05IPI/AAAAAAAABAQ/NwjorPogSg8/s72-c/ccbranco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-1936505962976602184</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 09:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T07:52:00.866-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>DEZENOVE DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Vontade absurda de ser poeta -- ou, pelo menos, recuperar o aprendiz que já fui um dia.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/dezenove-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-5868188582114901385</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 09:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T07:11:00.123-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>DEZOITO DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>O rádio cansa. O jornal entendia. A TV emburrece. O livro enjoa. O cinema não funciona mais.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/dezoito-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-3763770188764296489</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 08:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T06:11:00.432-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>DEZESSETE DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>É dos amigos. Os verdadeiros.Sem me importar com o resto.Porque o resto é nada.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/dezessete-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-8291567361700232753</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 07:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T05:10:00.479-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>DEZESSEIS DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Qual o preço de uma saudade?Qual o peso de um retorno?Qual a tensão de outra partida?Qual a chance de ser definitivo?</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/dezesseis-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-8498484702549806888</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 06:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T04:40:00.035-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>QUINZE DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Não confio mais em expectativas.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/quinze-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-2414229891573094865</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 05:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T03:58:00.245-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>CATORZE DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Não conheço ninguém que seja herói e não viva em um mundo de ficção.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/catorze-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-2203433120665677392</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T03:30:00.213-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>TREZE DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>A literatura é um exercício do "somos-em-potencial", não do "somos-em-essência". Senão vira diário. Ou, pior: senão vira jornalismo.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/treze-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-4775292565171129295</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 04:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T02:56:00.179-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>DOZE DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Uma vez, conheci um homem que colecionava datas. Morreu no dia do seu aniversário.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/doze-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-1980683330014237813</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 03:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T01:55:00.094-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>ONZE DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Difícil conseguir pensar em ideias novas quando ainda se é atormentado -- assombrado -- pelas velhas.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/onze-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-5923080621010024157</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 02:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T00:53:00.238-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>DEZ DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>Para referendar o óbvio, melhor o silêncio.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/dez-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097508.post-3157622494340117656</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 01:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-27T23:49:00.043-02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>diário poético</category><title>NOVE DE NOVEMBRO</title><atom:summary type='text'>O calendário vai chegando ao fim e o corpo denuncia o fato. Inadiváel, como todos os anos. Frangalhos, dor, sensação incrível de que não fui metade do que tencionava.</atom:summary><link>http://cronopolitano.blogspot.com/2009/12/nove-de-novembro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Edison Veiga)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>