<?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-4137428</id><updated>2011-09-17T08:36:41.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mindwalk</title><subtitle type='html'>mind walks here</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-8827113441796316370</id><published>2011-06-01T18:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:08:24.547-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think of you. Been thinking of you since that insightful approach that  caught me off guard. And the impossible coincidences that followed. And  the real laughs, the surprise of a connection. Stirring some feeling  long asleep. The rush I've been longing for. My kingdom for its ellusive  appearance. And the twisted projection of a life together, the colour  of our babies' eyes. A nervous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/8827113441796316370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=8827113441796316370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/8827113441796316370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/8827113441796316370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-8138121309237508506</id><published>2011-04-23T02:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T03:36:29.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you can't handle my bitterness. and i muster all my strength, my might and my endless love not to pour it on you like acid. because i growl and could smash loved posessions on the wall when i crave for your attention. for a day you'll spend with me without constantly checking your watch or your bleeping blackberry. how is it i became your nagging, jealous, demanding and overbearing wife? when did</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/8138121309237508506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=8138121309237508506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/8138121309237508506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/8138121309237508506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-cant-handle-my-bitterness.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-5745221169873584601</id><published>2010-10-28T17:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:52:00.928-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que saudade do Nelson Rodrigues. O mundo da Disney é todo maniqueísta e aí a gente vira quase um Fla-Flu de burros. De, perdão Nelson, duas unanimidades burras. Que encara a vida como torcida de time, no questions asked. E somos aquele torcedor bem superficial, que conta a vida no saldo de gols, não entende bem como o campeonato é estruturado, leva o dia na repescagem. E aí quando chega a final, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5745221169873584601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=5745221169873584601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/5745221169873584601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/5745221169873584601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2010/10/que-saudade-do-nelson-rodrigues.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-3612481918471770644</id><published>2010-02-25T17:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:30:06.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shuffling kübler-rossgoing through the stages in the wrong sequence. denied and bargained but then got incredibly sad. and now i've such anger in me it blurs my vision. i hate you with such unknown intensity. it hurts so much i can only hope acceptance is in a foreseeable future. i can't go with this negativity in me. "i thought that you were wise, but you are otherwise"::waiting to heal::</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/3612481918471770644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=3612481918471770644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/3612481918471770644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/3612481918471770644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2010/02/shuffling-kubler-ross-going-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-5520899028197016346</id><published>2010-02-18T00:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:23:48.783-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;Out of HabitSerá que se cria qualquer hábito em 21 dias? O que é hábito, a casquinha mais externa da nossa cebola? Acordar cedo, ir para a academia, fazer regime, incorporar uma nova rotina. Você é um hábito? Ou pode passear pelas camadas até ser só isso? Uma parte da rotina que eu vou aprender a domar. Drenar do labirinto que é toda a conexão. As ligações, as sinapses e a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5520899028197016346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=5520899028197016346' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/5520899028197016346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/5520899028197016346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2010/02/out-of-habit-sera-que-se-cria-qualquer.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-5151197630650566559</id><published>2009-11-03T15:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:43:15.518-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PangeaThe common ground, the presence, the togetherness. A sudden tremble and the slow, painfully slow drifting apart. The desperate attempt to bridge the immediate gap, to diminish the space, to busy our minds assuring the distance doesn't equal being apart. But as the streak grows into an ocean and we lose sight of our coastlines, our languages evolve into different directions. We gradually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5151197630650566559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=5151197630650566559' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/5151197630650566559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/5151197630650566559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2009/11/pangea-common-ground-presence.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-4916437252238416246</id><published>2009-07-29T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:02:47.757-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Queria sair para conversar com você, jantar, tomar um vinho. Mentira. Queria te ver porque hoje acordei com os hormônios em polvorosa e tava louca para dar umas piscadinhas cheias de segundas intenções e acabar com você na cama. Louca para te dar uns beijos bem alucinados e arrancar sua roupa e deixar você fazer o que você faz tão bem. Tão irritantemente bem. Só que eu desenvolvi uma consciência </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/4916437252238416246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=4916437252238416246' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/4916437252238416246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/4916437252238416246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2009/07/queria-sair-para-conversar-com-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-1086551102636778870</id><published>2007-03-19T17:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:12:17.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>toys in the attice a sensação fantástica e quase infantil de achar alguma coisa que a gente não sabia onde estava? tem aquela nostalgia triste de saber que a gente nunca mais ia ver um brinquedo tão legal, um colarzinho lindo, um livro que tinha as ilustrações mais maravilhosas do mundo. e aí em uma arrumação fengshuística, em uma gaveta que a gente nunca mais abriu, em um lugar que a gente não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/1086551102636778870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=1086551102636778870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/1086551102636778870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/1086551102636778870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2007/03/toys-in-attic-e-sensao-fantstica-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-117407023191053292</id><published>2007-03-16T16:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:37:11.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>facing the wallwhen was it that rules took place of our own decisions and we comfortably replaced our own feelings by them? forget what you want to do, what you feel like doing, you take a glance into the relationships - moral and ethics book and decide how to react. it might feel strange in the beginning but sure after a while of practise, you won't even be able to hear your true intentions. sad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/117407023191053292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=117407023191053292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/117407023191053292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/117407023191053292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2007/03/facing-wall-when-was-it-that-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-116964209219272608</id><published>2007-01-24T10:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T10:34:52.210-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somewehere Only We KnowAlways thought it was ridiculous to feed a blog with lyrics but it's hard not to when you just find people understand what you're feeling better than yourself..."I walked across an empty landI knew the pathway like the back of my handI felt the earth beneath my feetSat by the river and it made me complete Oh simple thing where have you goneI'm getting old and I need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116964209219272608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=116964209219272608' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/116964209219272608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/116964209219272608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2007/01/somewehere-only-we-know-always-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-116845791005760736</id><published>2007-01-10T17:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:22:19.846-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PainGrasping something we knew all along by a punch in the stomach."You're beautiful, that's for sureYou'll never ever fadeYou're lovely but it's not for sureThat I won't ever changeYour faith in me brings me to tearsEven after all these yearsAnd it pains me so much to tellThat you don't know me that wellAnd though my love is rareThough my love is trueI'm like a bird, I'll only fly awayI don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116845791005760736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=116845791005760736' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/116845791005760736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/116845791005760736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2007/01/pain-grasping-something-we-knew-all_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-116829881262085087</id><published>2007-01-08T21:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:26:52.633-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yet another comeback...e quanto tempo faz que eu não penso nada. o cansaço é de dezembro, as chuvas são de janeiro e calor é do aquecimento global. não penso nada de novo, o que é próprio da geração perdida de 80, das crises eternas de todos os publicitários, dos 20-e-poucos que não sabem para onde vão nem mesmo se devem ir. ando pensando na dificuldade de se fincar uma bandeirinha, de se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116829881262085087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=116829881262085087' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/116829881262085087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/116829881262085087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2007/01/yet-another-comeback.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-115739858182945475</id><published>2006-09-04T16:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:36:21.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tia AnneEsperando o telefone tocar. Uma vida inteira passou. 85 anos que permearam todos os meus. Meus 25 que foram seus últimos 25. O som dolorido de más notícias. Notícia que é ouvida pelo estômago, que dá tontura e que faz chorar. A cor dolorida daqueles olhos azuis nunca antes vistos sem óculos e o aperto de mão com a mesma força sem fim. A mesma resolução quase teimosa, a mesma persistência.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115739858182945475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=115739858182945475' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115739858182945475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115739858182945475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/09/tia-anne-esperando-o-telefone-tocar.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-115568186050396286</id><published>2006-08-15T19:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:44:24.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things To Know Me By - 1 - ApplausePara alguém que acredita piamente em reconhecimento, aplauso é presente para quem merece. É materialização de encanto. É devolver para o palco o que recebi durante o espetáculo.  E saio carregada de coisinhas para discutir. É bom aplaudir até doer o braço. É bom aplaudir toda vez que o artista agradece. É bom aplaudir sorrindo, extasiada, dizendo com barulho o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115568186050396286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=115568186050396286' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115568186050396286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115568186050396286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-to-know-me-by-1-applause-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-115521849056807929</id><published>2006-08-10T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T11:03:40.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>InsuranceE sabe quando no dia seguinte a mesma equação termina com x = logarítmo de uma dízima não periódica? E você começa a repensar as decisões... Bah, hate being fucked up by technology. Good intentions are no good facing a stubborn network. Wanna work among Care Bears not warriors.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115521849056807929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=115521849056807929' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115521849056807929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115521849056807929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/08/insurance-e-sabe-quando-no-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-115515051501260617</id><published>2006-08-09T15:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T16:39:27.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ReassurancePara os que nunca foram bons de matemática: lembra aquela sensação de resolver uma equação que tomava a página inteira da prova, chegar no final em algo como x =  raiz quadrada de 4 e respirar aliviado, porque o resultado redondinho fazia sumir a insegurança de todas as decisões chutadas que tomamos ao longo da saga? Sabe quando a vida está exatamente como a raiz quadrada de 4? Onde eu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115515051501260617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=115515051501260617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115515051501260617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115515051501260617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/08/reassurance-para-os-que-nunca-foram.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-115386445392819940</id><published>2006-07-25T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:10:19.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Synchronicity and PersistencyMinha mãe me disse inúmeras vezes que se eu usasse metade do esforço que eu dispenso com coisas absolutamente frívolas para as coisas que realmente importam, eu já seria presidente de alguma lugar. Mamãe não ficaria muito orgulhosa de saber que hoje, depois de, *ugh*, 7 anos e pouco eu consegui achar o filme Synchonicity do VW Jetta que eu vi em Saint Louis e nunca </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115386445392819940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=115386445392819940' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115386445392819940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115386445392819940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/07/synchronicity-and-persistency-minha-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-115374943602755490</id><published>2006-07-24T10:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T10:57:16.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Capitan Jack Sparrow:   "Now bring me that horizon..."E vamos velejar, até que o horizonte pareça mais perto, ou que o que estava lá longe não seja mais tão pequenino. E que o que a gente não via fique mais colorido. Que o sol passe por cima, que a lua corra atrás dele, que amanheça mais cedo e escureça mais tarde. Que os tons em volta anunciem a mudança e que o nariz indique a chegada das chuvas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115374943602755490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=115374943602755490' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115374943602755490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115374943602755490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/07/capitan-jack-sparrow-now-bring-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-115271096354430580</id><published>2006-07-12T10:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:30:43.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do Contato Social - entre Rousseau e o Banqueteo amor é atemporal, incondicional: substância universal.é o amor o que liga mundos distintos,que transcende nossos instintos.é o amor que dói quando eu minto,que invade tudo que eu sinto.não é toque, mas seu abraçonão é o que eu pensotampouco o que faço.e o coração, músculo tensoe o raciocício, perdido e extensonão entendem que o amor é vagoé </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115271096354430580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=115271096354430580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115271096354430580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115271096354430580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-contato-social-entre-rousseau-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-115205517900751573</id><published>2006-07-04T20:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:19:39.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tina TurnerO Oscar sempre me ensinou a gostar da Tina. Foi a Tina que embalou a cavalgada ao fim do mundo no sul que foi simply the best. É a Tina que me faz berrar no trânsito right now, que me dá parâmetros para bad-hair days e que me pergunta what's love's got to do with it? E foi a Tina que me fez sorrir meio encabulada meio powerpuff com o seu typical male,"All I want is a little reaction  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115205517900751573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=115205517900751573' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115205517900751573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115205517900751573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/07/tina-turner-o-oscar-sempre-me-ensinou.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-115169164639412111</id><published>2006-06-30T15:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T15:20:46.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AstrolábioNão pelo susto, que foi a morteNão pelo erro, falta de sorteNem confusão, que afundou o corteA neblina se fez transporteEsperar do nada, que a calma aporteUm gesto, um meio que me conforteSeguir para onde, meu verdadeiro norte</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115169164639412111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=115169164639412111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115169164639412111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115169164639412111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/06/astrolbio-no-pelo-susto-que-foi-morte.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-115029899975068727</id><published>2006-06-14T12:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:31:16.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AcupunturaÉ por isso que o ponto da decisão é o que dói mais...Nuvem - Engenheiros do Hawaíi se está com ele está sozinhae sozinha não quer mais ficarse está com ele é por que querpor que não quer mudardiga adeusdiga adeus ou não diga nadadiga adeus!se esta chegando o fim da linhatá na hora de saltarse está com ele, está sozinhae sozinha não quer mais ficardiga adeusdiga adeus ou não diga </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115029899975068727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=115029899975068727' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115029899975068727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115029899975068727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/06/acupuntura-por-isso-que-o-ponto-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-115015645310924487</id><published>2006-06-12T20:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:30:55.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CriptografadaGuerra, sempre.Certo ou mais legalPrudente e irracionalPapo, coisa e tal.Sanidade por um fio:uma deliciosa desobediência civil.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115015645310924487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=115015645310924487' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115015645310924487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/115015645310924487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/06/criptografada-guerra-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-114946880032569163</id><published>2006-06-04T21:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:53:20.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fale agora...Tem algo de muito mágico em casamentos. Como qualquer outro ritual de passagem, o casamento tem o poder de magnetizar a supernova de emoções, aflições e sensações condensando tudo em uma pequena brecha de tempo e espaço. Assim, a gente quase consegue pegar no ar o que é etéreo. Como se tudo que a gente sentisse durante a marcha nupcial fosse massinha, fosse uma esfera de luz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/114946880032569163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=114946880032569163' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114946880032569163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114946880032569163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/06/fale-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-114801242686138315</id><published>2006-05-19T01:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:22:38.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um PensamentoAtravés da janela fake do The Globe fake, eu li no painel:"Estar pronto é tudo"Hamlet, ato V, cena II Achei sintéticamente incrível. Resume metade das minhas elocubrações. Shakespeare, what can one say?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/114801242686138315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=114801242686138315' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114801242686138315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114801242686138315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/05/um-pensamento-atravs-da-janela-fake-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-114746454698297974</id><published>2006-05-12T17:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:09:06.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vícios Recém Adquiridos- Yoga - fico tristinha quando tenho que faltar e, pasmém, até reponho aula- Massala - a essência indiana em tudo que eu como! E nos malditos elastiquinhos fosforescentes também- Cappuccinos segunda e quarta - com conversas que acabam muito depois do assunto acabar- Pashminas - de repente as roupas não têm mais graça sem elas- Cosmopolitans - com seu amigo Sex On The Beach </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/114746454698297974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=114746454698297974' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114746454698297974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114746454698297974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/05/vcios-recm-adquiridos-yoga-fico.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-114676679163231741</id><published>2006-05-04T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:21:32.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ReverberandoEarthbound spirits only stop hunting the world when they solve their unfinished business, isn't that whate they say? Same seems to happen with thoughts, ideas, problems and concerns that still haven't performed their role yet. So they table-tennis themselves across my mind challenging me to understand. They make me confuse fiction with fear, they make me long for times passed, they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/114676679163231741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=114676679163231741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114676679163231741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114676679163231741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/05/reverberando-earthbound-spirits-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-114524726905753288</id><published>2006-04-17T00:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:18:04.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IndagaçãoPor que será que participamos de cruzadas para consertar certas coisas enquanto outros assuntos são atropelados pela cavalaria? No meu caso, gosto talvez (muito provavelmente) sem querer de gastar mais energia com os casos mais perdidos, que têm a menor probabilidade possível de apresentarem um resultado positivo. Cair num poço sem fundo e insistir em cavar mais um pouquinho ao chegar no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/114524726905753288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=114524726905753288' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114524726905753288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114524726905753288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/04/indagao-por-que-ser-que-participamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-114524803675029566</id><published>2006-04-16T18:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T01:29:18.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Oxigênio de Lavoisier"nothing is created, nothing is lost, everything is transformed", but at what price?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/114524803675029566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=114524803675029566' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114524803675029566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114524803675029566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-oxignio-de-lavoisier-nothing-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-114473010966214484</id><published>2006-04-11T00:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:57:37.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nick Hornby IIAnd on we go with the lists... I was just thinking of music.a sweet song: sweetest thing :: u2 a cute song: dream a little dream of me :: the mamas and the papasa song by queen: too much love will kill you and under pressurea song by the rolling stones: you can't always get what you wanta cartoon song: a whole new world :: alladina movie song: trapeze swinger :: iron&amp;wine, blower's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/114473010966214484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=114473010966214484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114473010966214484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114473010966214484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/04/nick-hornby-ii-and-on-we-go-with-lists.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-114402076811331762</id><published>2006-04-02T20:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:32:48.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crème Brûlé-ishBrinde de batatinha frita ou de Cosmopolitan com Sex on the Beach. Deitar na barraca do Decathlon ou no divã de madeira do Unique. Um fluxo criativo sem interrupções, sem obstáculos; aquela corrida do avião na pista antes de decolar. Se a gente deixa ele ir, de repente está no ar, entendendo as coisas de formas diferentes. Crescendo, expandindo. Entendendo que sinestesia não tem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/114402076811331762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=114402076811331762' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114402076811331762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114402076811331762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/04/crme-brl-ish-brinde-de-batatinha-frita.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-114350933391914630</id><published>2006-03-27T22:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:28:53.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RapidinhaNamastê versão pós aula do Brahma: "o que sobrou de mim saúda o que sobrou de você"Brincandinho, porque essa linda saudação indiana quer dizer "o meu deus interior saúda o seu deus interior". Mas que dói, dói.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/114350933391914630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=114350933391914630' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114350933391914630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114350933391914630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/03/rapidinha-namast-verso-ps-aula-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-114194131079196690</id><published>2006-03-09T18:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:55:10.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pílulas de EndorfinaFui como convidada assistir A Dança do Universo de novo e desta vez saí encantada. O Projeto Arte e Ciência no Palco e eu voltamos a nos entender às maravilhas. Não bastasse meu entusiasmo teatral habitual (acrescido do fator Carlos Palma/Oswaldo Mendes) eu virei amiguinha dos meus protagonistas preferidos. Eles falaram comigo! "Ah, aquela do email..." Discutiram aspectos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/114194131079196690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=114194131079196690' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114194131079196690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114194131079196690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/03/plulas-de-endorfina-fui-como-convidada.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-114047420458198670</id><published>2006-02-20T19:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:24:13.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Philip BlackNo bleeding heart stuff. No lovey-dovey poems or puppy appeal. And don't you dare try to "aw" me. It's normal. What is? Everything that happens. There is no circus, whatever happens is normal. Normal as in when I'm about to swallow my drink you decide it's the perfect moment for the lamest, funniest joke ever. When it's my turn to be funny (we do balance each other quite well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/114047420458198670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=114047420458198670' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114047420458198670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114047420458198670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-philip-black-no-bleeding-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-114047274232371792</id><published>2006-02-20T18:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:59:02.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EchoingThough the mind is racing at frantic limits, thoughts have been sort of agorafobic. Nothing Ghostbusters couldn't solve after a couple of months. Useless to give our best positive vibe for unworthy causes. I left the "why?" labyrinth without even remembering what brought me in, to begin with. See? Already forgotten. Then I stumbled across  a piece of quotation from my "it" atomic cientist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/114047274232371792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=114047274232371792' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114047274232371792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/114047274232371792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/02/echoing-though-mind-is-racing-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113633436274677655</id><published>2006-01-03T21:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:26:02.760-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come Full Circle - Para 2005 e 2006"Time for you to go out to the places you will be from" Foi amor à primeira vista, quando ouvi Closing Time no carro da alucinada Hillary no inverno congelante de Saint Louis. E é quase misterioso que cada vez que ouço ela tem um outro sentido, cada vez é uma parte diferente que deixa uma mensagem nova. Sempre toca na hora certa, sempre me pega. É uma das minhas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113633436274677655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113633436274677655' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113633436274677655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113633436274677655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2006/01/come-full-circle-para-2005-e-2006-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113495543114697677</id><published>2005-12-18T23:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T23:29:01.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Relationships are hard. They demand effort. Tolerance. Compassion. Patience, lots of patience. Love in ridiculous amounts. Looking the other way. Looking right in the eye. They demand thinking. And re-thinking. And thinking some more. Re-shaping. Re-visiting. Re-inventing. Re-viewing. It takes a lot of listening, discovering and more often than not, humbling. "Finding you can change, learning you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113495543114697677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113495543114697677' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113495543114697677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113495543114697677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/12/relationships-are-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113483429310133947</id><published>2005-12-17T13:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T13:46:13.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sintoma Minha mãe fica desconfiada quando os vegetarianos da casa começam a demonstrar muito interesse por folhas verdes e amargas na salada. Marca em seguida exame de sangue, porque tem certeza de que as meninas estão anêmicas. Foi só olhar para um palco que eu entendi rapidinho que o excesso de listas e ansiedade eram carência. Muita carência de arte. Aquele incomodinho irritante de não estar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113483429310133947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113483429310133947' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113483429310133947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113483429310133947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/12/sintoma-minha-me-fica-desconfiada.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113467180098348945</id><published>2005-12-15T16:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T16:36:40.986-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HeavenE hoje eu estou trocando emails com o Oswaldo Mendes....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113467180098348945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113467180098348945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113467180098348945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113467180098348945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/12/heaven-e-hoje-eu-estou-trocando-emails.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113460073920165619</id><published>2005-12-14T20:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T16:35:41.933-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alta FidelidadeÉ como se eu de repente estivesse num universo Nick Hornby... Idéias e pensamentos aparecem em listas, ranking e bullet points. Não tão superficiais quanto os tópicos do Rob, mas uma vontade besta de enumerar para não perder no éter nada do que reverbera nas elocubrações incomuns do meu cérebro. Incomuns e sem propósito. Inúteis. Ahn... Minhas ainda assim.Na falta de um discurso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113460073920165619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113460073920165619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113460073920165619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113460073920165619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/12/alta-fidelidade-como-se-eu-de-repente.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113449393609274438</id><published>2005-12-13T15:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:15:45.916-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moment "Oh you and IYou kick up the leaves and the magic is lost"(Bad Day :: Daniel Powter)Gerenciamento de expectativas, vamos lá...Easier said then done, but I'll manage it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113449393609274438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113449393609274438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113449393609274438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113449393609274438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/12/moment-oh-you-and-i-you-kick-up-leaves.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113382060289735248</id><published>2005-12-05T19:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:16:35.023-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Kanchu"Cause everything around her is a silver pool of light"(KT Tunstall)Now I get it, sweetie... It has been a matter of perspective all along, hasn't it? The biases, after all. To have bigger eyes that seem to grasp more light than ever before. And more reasons to smile. And just more... Somehow, yes, troubles look smaller and meaningless. And the power! And the plenitude... The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113382060289735248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113382060289735248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113382060289735248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113382060289735248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-kanchu-cause-everything-around-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113262751304545055</id><published>2005-11-22T00:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:20:37.136-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nicolau Tinha Uma IdéiaFazer um caminho absurdamente estúpido só para pegar o livro que a sua amiga doida quer ler, sabendo que ela poderia esperar mais uns dias; dar umas 2, 3, 4 voltas no quarteirão esperando a música linda acabar porque dá pena desligar o rádio; comer batatinha frita tomando iced tea light; sempre ter dinheiro e ocasião para um sapato novo mesmo que a conta esteja beirando o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113262751304545055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113262751304545055' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113262751304545055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113262751304545055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/11/nicolau-tinha-uma-idia-fazer-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113253612521728743</id><published>2005-11-20T23:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:32:53.260-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weakness"Too much love will kill youIf you can't make up your mindTorn between the loverAnd the love you leave behindYou're headed for disaster'cos you never read the signsToo much love will kill youEvery time"            (Queen - Too Much Love Will Kill You)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113253612521728743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113253612521728743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113253612521728743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113253612521728743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/11/weakness-too-much-love-will-kill-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113227231013141941</id><published>2005-11-17T22:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:05:10.140-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KarmaWhy is it, that in spite it all, there are certain things in life that always and only mean you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113227231013141941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113227231013141941' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113227231013141941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113227231013141941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/11/karma-why-is-it-that-in-spite-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113219035239979560</id><published>2005-11-16T23:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:25:14.736-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amélie PoulainIlana Herzberg odeia gente que usa a mesma faca para passar coisas diferentes no pão e joga lixo na rua, qualquer produto com validade vencida, a TIM mais do que tudo no mundo, embalagem que não abre direito, estragar a unha logo depois de fazer, indecisão, descaso e falta de consciência global, falta de qualquer consciência, aliás.Ilana Herzberg adora o cappuccino da Kopenhagen, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113219035239979560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113219035239979560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113219035239979560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113219035239979560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/11/amlie-poulain-ilana-herzberg-odeia.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113150817755467042</id><published>2005-11-09T01:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:49:37.566-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NumbedAnd I don't feel a thing.Charge 300. Clear. Shock. Is she gonna be ok, doctor?We're doing the best we can, we are doing the best we can.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113150817755467042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113150817755467042' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113150817755467042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113150817755467042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/11/numbed-and-i-dont-feel-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113141905997163032</id><published>2005-11-08T01:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:11:15.540-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody Hurts(berry/buck/mills/stipe)"When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,When you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life, well hang onDon’t let yourself go, everybody criesAnd everybody hurts sometimes Sometimes everything is wrong, now it’s time to sing alongWhen your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)If you feel like letting go, (hold on)When you think you’ve had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113141905997163032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113141905997163032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113141905997163032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113141905997163032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/11/everybody-hurts-berrybuckmillsstipe.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113120908130952449</id><published>2005-11-05T14:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T14:44:41.320-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Good morning, sir, a brand new day shines.  Good morning, madam, how was your night?  My night? Hmm.. Nothing happened."Um cometa, uma peça ou uma zona. "A mad condition of shooting stars...   They mean such a trouble, one great in size"Minha eterna guerra civil. Um deserto no cantil. Infra-vermelho e anil.Ou uma polêmica imbecil.Shiiiiiiu.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113120908130952449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113120908130952449' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113120908130952449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113120908130952449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-morning-sir-brand-new-day-shines.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113020870340072392</id><published>2005-10-25T00:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:46:48.466-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Insight Hoje eu queria morar na casa do Seinfeld, só para poder escolher um sucrilhos, entre todos os já lançados no mundo, que ele tem. I miss my autonomy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113020870340072392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113020870340072392' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113020870340072392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113020870340072392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/10/insight-hoje-eu-queria-morar-na-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-113010506685556957</id><published>2005-10-23T20:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:50:10.603-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Koyaanisqatsi - Life out of BalanceEu nem entro no meu debate, afinal não me interessa saber se falta vontade ou capacidade para controlar, afetar os elementos do meu cenário. Koyaanisqatsi, vida em desequilíbrio. Planctôn inerte. Papel tornassol com prazo de validade vencido. One flew over the cuckoo's nest. And clearly landed on the wrong place. Or didn't land at all. Still blowing in the wind.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/113010506685556957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=113010506685556957' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113010506685556957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/113010506685556957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/10/koyaanisqatsi-life-out-of-balance-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-112302922663322443</id><published>2005-08-02T21:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:51:28.806-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That was me then E agora, eu sou o que? Can't you just see it? Toda vez que voce nao entende, que voce reage da forma oposta ao esperado é como uma daquelas buzinas de resposta errada. É mais um aviso que eu teria que ignorar, varrer prá debaixo do tapete. E que montanha eu estou criando. Then I can't help being a bitch and so fucking spoiled. I am lost. In translation, in time and space. Meu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/112302922663322443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=112302922663322443' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/112302922663322443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/112302922663322443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/08/that-was-me-then-e-agora-eu-sou-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-110502070997815300</id><published>2005-01-06T13:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:51:54.616-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Minhas Ferias: Redacao de Volta as AulasDor nas costas, nos bracos, bolhas no pe e a decepcao de ter esquecido que eu nao tinha arrumado o quarto antes de viajar nem mesmo deixado alguma comida. Agora que eu voltei para ca, aqui passou oficialmente a ser a minha casa. Estranho como esse e outros tantos conceitos que a gente tem como super solidos sao relativos e fluidos. Foi a sensacao de voltar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/110502070997815300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=110502070997815300' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/110502070997815300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/110502070997815300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2005/01/minhas-ferias-redacao-de-volta-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-109957853355590544</id><published>2004-11-04T13:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:53:34.476-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beeston, my first ethnographyApesar de ser uma cidade que existe por causa da universidade, Beeston nao tem nada de estudantil.Nao sei se por causa do sem numero de casais de feicao adolescente empurrando carrinhos de bebe ou dos muitos velhinhos que aparentemente fazem compras todos os dias. As vovos curvadas, com saquinhos plasticos na cabeca para proteger os cabelos brancos da chuva fina e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/109957853355590544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=109957853355590544' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/109957853355590544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/109957853355590544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2004/11/beeston-my-first-ethnography-apesar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-109957870961060875</id><published>2004-10-26T12:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:54:13.903-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Changing RoomsSabe Quadrilha, do Carlos Drummond de Andrade? Era quase isso, sem a conotacao amorosa... Carrie era amiga de Lisa e Nagina, que moravam no flat de Kanchan, que cozinhava junto com a Lu, que morava com Carrie e Sissi. Lisa e Nagina viviam na cozinha de Carrie, perturbando a Lu e impedindo Sissi de estudar. Carrie sugeriu que Sissi mudasse de flat. Sissi, transtornada, chamou seu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/109957870961060875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=109957870961060875' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/109957870961060875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/109957870961060875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2004/10/changing-rooms-sabe-quadrilha-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-109749041653385838</id><published>2004-10-11T07:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:55:15.856-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E quem nao acredita em carma, em coincidencia, destino? Chame do que quiser... Talvez, se a gente olhar bem de perto vai perceber que basta observar, prestar atencao. Acho que nao sao as coisas que acontecem, a gente e que da uma importancia toda especial para elas, e depois quer achar uma explicacao toda empirica, astral, para justificar uma vontade, uma curiosidade. Que seja, entao. Que fora a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/109749041653385838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=109749041653385838' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/109749041653385838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/109749041653385838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2004/10/e-quem-nao-acredita-em-carma-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-109400886603357295</id><published>2004-09-01T00:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:55:56.246-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu acho que ainda vou demorar para processar tudo. Foi tão rápido, tão inesperado e doido e lindo. Não sei, menino, o que você conseguiu fazer comigo. Impregnou, me deixou tão inebriada, bêbada, boba. Passei por one night in heaven e pelo inferno de Dante, em questão de dias, minutos. Entendi a Ná e a Bé e seus controles espatifados. Entendi tanta coisa, mas confundi outras tantas. Ah, sim, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/109400886603357295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=109400886603357295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/109400886603357295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/109400886603357295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2004/09/eu-acho-que-ainda-vou-demorar-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-109384483160234777</id><published>2004-08-30T02:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:56:45.410-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voltando da festa da Lud, craving for french fries at 5 am (which seems to be Nutella's new addiction) a gente pensava no Zé Baiano, além do Joe violentado, com trocentas marcas de beijo. And running from pinto guy. And from the clueless weirdo. Eu pensava nas coisas legais que este bando de doidos faz por aí. Lembrei das mensagenzinhas da Lud quando voltamos da idade média. Como o celú será </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/109384483160234777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=109384483160234777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/109384483160234777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/109384483160234777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2004/08/voltando-da-festa-da-lud-craving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-109384406030002637</id><published>2004-08-30T02:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:57:24.830-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dream Catcher"Don't get me wrongIf I split like light refractedI'm only off to wonderAcross a moonlit mile"I guess is was all true after all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/109384406030002637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=109384406030002637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/109384406030002637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/109384406030002637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2004/08/dream-catcher-dont-get-me-wrong-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-109202786035505972</id><published>2004-08-09T01:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:58:40.790-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Achei! Achei a minha juventude que eu achava que tinha acabado já. Aquela que andava perdida na minha resignação incrédula. Ela voltou em avalanche, em doses nada homeopáticas, mas ah, quem é que precisa de tanto controle? Que delícia ser boba, ser inconsequente e um pouquinho irresponsável. Que impagável foram os encontros no quarto da Léa e Ronny, chorando de rir da cara das outras, dos outros </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/109202786035505972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=109202786035505972' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/109202786035505972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/109202786035505972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2004/08/achei-achei-minha-juventude-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-108722058152386812</id><published>2004-06-14T10:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:59:27.066-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They don't really wanna know, do they? It's not really sharing as it is showing. Of course I'll naver have such interesting stories and I won't enjoy the same party on lifestyle, but still, I thought it would matter.What does matter, to me, is quite trivial, boring and childish, perhaps. My responsabilities, my decisions, all just stuff that can be taken for granted.Don't know. Just need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/108722058152386812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=108722058152386812' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/108722058152386812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/108722058152386812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2004/06/they-dont-really-wanna-know-do-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-108620591062185915</id><published>2004-06-02T16:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:00:46.253-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See the Sky...A ressalva em relação a este texto brilhante é uma só: uma pena eu não o ter escrito...Parabéns, Lud! Ele é inteiramente verdadeiro e sensível.Eles se vestiam de branco, rosa, dourado e vermelho. Havia também uma camisa estampada, coroas de folhas e flores, máscaras de gesso. Espada, vassoura e mensagem. Um, dois, três, quatro... Cena sete, as meninas. Cena um, vontade de sair </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/108620591062185915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=108620591062185915' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/108620591062185915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/108620591062185915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2004/06/see-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-108601213185361144</id><published>2004-05-31T10:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:02:26.563-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a cute party! The second one, I mean. Of course it was good getting some male attention friday, but I was thinking, as usual: I deserve so much more than this! Except for the cold, always good having Mel and Fê as company. Great people!As for the party saturday, everyone there just being happy. Being true. And among those silly flashbacks, white wine and games from our childhood, for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/108601213185361144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=108601213185361144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/108601213185361144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/108601213185361144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2004/05/what-cute-party-second-one-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-108551906176377406</id><published>2004-05-25T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:04:12.693-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ReinventYou think I could be whoever I want when I arrive in a different reality?Dangerous for a girl with savings and a suitcase to fill...And I, hum, should get a laptop.Dad, any chance of you being a millionaire without ever telling me?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/108551906176377406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=108551906176377406' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/108551906176377406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/108551906176377406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2004/05/reinvent-you-think-i-could-be-whoever.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-108551763434050982</id><published>2004-05-25T17:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:04:46.306-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So they told me yes. All of them. And I always wanted to be great, to accomplish the pictures created in my mind. I always believe I can but the outcome is always a huge surprise, for better or worse. So the rug has been pulled. No more boyfriend, no more protection, I'll be flying away with nothing but faith on me, hoping to live the cliche, the time of my life. Hoping to understand where I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/108551763434050982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=108551763434050982' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/108551763434050982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/108551763434050982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-they-told-me-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-108508003907058152</id><published>2004-05-20T16:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:05:20.853-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mind started to walk again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/108508003907058152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=108508003907058152' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/108508003907058152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/108508003907058152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2004/05/mind-started-to-walk-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-105977167855736115</id><published>2003-08-01T18:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:06:26.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wear the watch you gave me. my hair is longer. my nails are purple. or green. or black. or... i changed my cell phone. i lost weight. não bato mais a escova de dente na pia. mudei de pasta. não penteio mais o cabelo. aprendi a gostar de café. ainda não aprendi a gostar de cerveja. went out. stayed home. watched a bunch of filmes. played with barbies. stared a play. got a prize. had problems. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/105977167855736115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/105977167855736115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-wear-watch-you-gave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-105890244883594685</id><published>2003-07-22T16:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:06:59.776-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scary, isn't it?The name of Ilana creates a friendly, sociable, charming nature, but causes you to be too easily influenced by others. While you find it easy to meet and mix, and can appear agreeable and compromising in conversation, you can become dogmatic and forceful if pressed too far. Others learn that you cannot be told what to do and you seldom change your mind once it is made up. You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/105890244883594685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/105890244883594685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/07/scary-isnt-it-name-of-ilana-creates.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-105845656545594540</id><published>2003-07-17T12:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:07:55.026-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Na arquibancada pra a qualquer momentoVer emergir o monstro da lagoa"what was that all about? and why? why go and say that? why feel the things you said you did? wasn't that all a cute, innocent something?flattering? sure, but.. still. next time you look at my eyes, before feeling stunned by them, do realize they're gazing at a different direction. couldn't it have been someone elses words? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/105845656545594540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/105845656545594540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/07/na-arquibancada-pra-qualquer-momento.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-105787259132160145</id><published>2003-07-10T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:08:29.326-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o que será que ele está pensando? o que será que ele está esperando? 6 meses passaram, já passei por todos os estágios possíveis e imagináveis e continuo tão confusa quanto naquele domingo estranho. ter vontade de beijar outros caras quer dizer que eu desencanei? ter vontade de viver outras coisas antes de settle down quer dizer que estou over it? por outro lado, morrer de ciúme só da idéia de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/105787259132160145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=105787259132160145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/105787259132160145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/105787259132160145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/07/o-que-ser-que-ele-est-pensando-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-105715472618764184</id><published>2003-07-02T11:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:09:35.010-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu sempre tive tantas revelações na ponta do nariz e só comecei a reconhecê-las agora ou isso é realmente algo novo? entendi os conselhos de casados, entendi o conrado e a claudia, entendi tudo. entendi que não vai funcionar continuar com a mesma pessoa dos 17 anos até o fim da vida se eu não resolver todas as minhas ansiedades agora. preciso ter certeza de ele é o cara não pela pureza dos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/105715472618764184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=105715472618764184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/105715472618764184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/105715472618764184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/07/eu-sempre-tive-tantas-revelaes-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-105698595507322332</id><published>2003-06-30T12:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:12:39.846-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o dia em que me senti como uma vitamina c efervescente. ou aquele monte se sonrisal que o sacana jogou na piscina da festa. pergunta para a beth, ela que contou.. quilos e quilos de sonrisal caindo do helicoptero direto na piscina. será? ou pode ser mais uma piadinha de efeito, para abrir palestras da semana da criação. exatamente como a lenda do estagiário que largou tudo para passar o verão na </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/105698595507322332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=105698595507322332' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/105698595507322332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/105698595507322332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/06/o-dia-em-que-me-senti-como-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-95462537</id><published>2003-06-09T10:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:13:37.646-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vagava perdida pela casa sem saber precisar onde o livro a havia afetado tanto. riu da última linha e riu da foto do escritor na quarta capa. queria acreditar em coincidências quando reparou que suas unhas compunham um degradé improvável com a cor do volume. era então o azul que imaginava ser o do cabelo da irmã morta na saga das mulheres de nomes incolores. ou seriam verdes seus cabelos?enfim o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/95462537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=95462537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/95462537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/95462537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/06/vagava-perdida-pela-casa-sem-saber.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-95194146</id><published>2003-06-02T12:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:14:13.286-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cada coisa que a gente passa.. o mundo anda tão despretencioso que parece pegadinha. a gente vai para um fondue esperando nada além de uma rodinha envolta da panela e acaba saindo com muitos outros brindes na bolsa. alguém inventou um jogo da verdade nostálgico, que começou envergonhado e logo tomou rumos comicamente íntimos. parecia tão natural estar lá compartilhando aflições e rindo da coragem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/95194146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=95194146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/95194146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/95194146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/06/cada-coisa-que-gente-passa.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-95090690</id><published>2003-05-30T15:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:14:48.750-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dans la ville où les nuits sont clairesFumée, les gens et mots pas trop sincèresQuelques instants l'éclat de fièvresUn geste, une larme, pales lèvresNaïf, pour dire un motL'angoisse d'être toujours tôtLa presse de reussir tout ce qu'il fautLe vin, la mer, un verre d'eauTout ce qu'on tolèreLes jours que ne nous touchent guèreLes événements qu'on espèreL'esprit, le corps, la tête entièreD'après </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/95090690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=95090690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/95090690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/95090690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/05/dans-la-ville-o-les-nuits-sont-claires.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-94413711</id><published>2003-05-15T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:15:41.583-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a margarete insinuou que tinha alguma coisa a ver com a lua cheia e o eclipse. está certo que fenômenos naturais sempre me intrigaram um monte e que eclipse é, por si só uma coisa instigante: a lua passando por todas as fases em alguns minutos. ela se mostra para quem quer, escolhe a dedo a data do espetáculo e causa, desde o tempo dos povos interessantes, rebuliços, catástrofes, auê nos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/94413711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=94413711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/94413711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/94413711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/05/margarete-insinuou-que-tinha-alguma.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-94222565</id><published>2003-05-12T17:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:16:50.146-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kamchatka é irretocável, irrepreensível, insuperável. vou amar o ricardo darín, a cecília roth a o marcelo piñeyro para sempre..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/94222565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=94222565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/94222565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/94222565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/05/kamchatka-irretocvel-irrepreensvel.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-94222294</id><published>2003-05-12T17:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:17:44.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" i've used hammers made out of woodi have played games with pieces and rulesi've deciphered tricks at the barbut now you're gone, i haven't figured out whyi've come up with riddles and jokes about wari've figured out numbers and what they're fori've understood feelings and i've understood wordsbut how could you be taken away?and wherever you've goneand wherever we might goit don't seem fair...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/94222294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quando eu vou saber qual que eu sou,ou se sou as duas, as várias.tenho vontades e nem lembro delas.algumas eu escondo.posso ser, estar, tanto.posso sumir. posso just be.be-lieve, be-witch, be-ware.so não posso be-love and be loved.posso fingir, inventar. posso deixa-estar.be-hold, be told...até dançar.atuar, voltar: begin, behave, belittle.correr atrás de um novo som: belong.às vezes dá medo, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/93825446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=93825446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/93825446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/93825446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/05/quando-eu-vou-saber-qual-que-eu-sou-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-93814658</id><published>2003-05-05T15:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:18:55.326-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just pray that no one i know and love ever has to go through cancer as long as i'm alive.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/93814658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" Stars shining bright above youNight breezes seem to whisper "I love you"Birds singin' in the sycamore treeDream a little dream of meSay nighty-night and kiss meJust hold me tight and tell me you'll miss meWhile I'm alone and blue as can beDream a little dream of meStars fading but I linger on dearStill craving your kissI'm longing to linger till dawn dearJust saying thisSweet dreams till </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/93395407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=93395407' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/93395407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/93395407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/04/stars-shining-bright-above-you-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-93301050</id><published>2003-04-26T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:21:15.983-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>estou doente, verde, azul, amarela e roxa de saudades do dé.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/93301050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=93301050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/93301050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/93301050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/04/estou-doente-verde-azul-amarela-e-roxa.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-93069346</id><published>2003-04-22T18:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:22:37.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>completamente deslumbrada pela descrição do shampoo: a balança fala um monte e eu não vejo nada. eureca: estou usando a roupa nova do rei, que o rato roeu. ih, não o rato roeu a roupa do rei de roma, que, ao que consta, era bem vestido. até o rato chegar, claro. ratos e roupas à parte, tenho a impressão, às vezes, que os quilos estão saindo na balança; um a um pulando do barco sorrateiramente. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/93069346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=93069346' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/93069346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/93069346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/04/completamente-deslumbrada-pela-descrio.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-92793080</id><published>2003-04-17T15:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:23:48.693-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pronto! como uma atitude natural depois de assumir tudo e frequentar, *ugh*, vigilantes do peso, eu vou para um spa. será que é como shampoo que promete cabelos brilhantes e com cachinhos e creme anti-celulite: lindo no modo de usar e not so great when it comes to real life. quero sair de lá segunda feira me achando A doris levine. sair como imagino que seja uma mulher que use o perfume novo da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/92793080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=92793080' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/92793080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/92793080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/04/pronto-como-uma-atitude-natural-depois.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-91730012</id><published>2003-03-31T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:25:17.276-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"every now and then I know you'll always be the only boy who wanted me the way that I am"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/91730012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=91730012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/91730012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/91730012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/03/every-now-and-then-i-know-youll-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-91710789</id><published>2003-03-31T12:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:25:52.820-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>que delícia de fim de semana. de brigadeiro com bolacha maizena até imagem e ação até as 5 da manhã. risadas infindáveis ao ler agendas de 96, bilhetinhos, caderno de perguntas. fizemos um novo caderno de perguntas, afinado com a vida de hoje, carro, namorado, sexo, salário. Quanta coisa mudou desde as pirralhinhas sonhadoras até pessoas na vida real. mas, sem piscar, a mesma energia, a mesma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/91710789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=91710789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/91710789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/91710789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/03/que-delcia-de-fim-de-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-91283628</id><published>2003-03-24T12:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:26:26.570-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no meio do caminho lembrei do aniversário do oscar. fui tentar a antena 1 e a alpha na esperança de Tina Turner para homenagear, encostei no botão e tava tocando "simply the best". simply unbeliavable. parabéns, champ, wherever you are.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/91283628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=91283628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/91283628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/91283628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/03/no-meio-do-caminho-lembrei-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-91277475</id><published>2003-03-24T10:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:27:05.460-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a balada foi ótima. ótima para me animar, para mudar algumas perspectivas. o problema foi quando tocou you're always on my mind e eu quase chorei no meio da pista. não sei que tipo de recaída foi aquela, que veio à tona depois de deixar a taty. again fui chorando até em casa. cheguei louca para ligar para o Dé e chorar mais ainda, de dizer que tu tinha pensado nele em cada estrofe da música, que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/91277475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=91277475' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/91277475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/91277475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/03/balada-foi-tima.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-91077427</id><published>2003-03-20T17:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:28:09.566-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu tô lendo una 4 livros ao mesmo tempo. digo lendo porque me recuso a aceitar a desistência de alguns deles. temporária, claro. a peste (desde o blog passado.. que horror..); ponto de mutação (achei que devia isso ao capra, após apelidar tudo de mindwalk por causa do filme); michael frayn:plays (fui no entusiasmo de copenhagem e levei um balde de água fria) e ahhh, o mundo de sofia. ler o mundo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/91077427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-90234286</id><published>2003-03-06T09:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:28:45.113-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"you can't find peace by avoiding life". mais uma epifania achada sem querer num momento improvável.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/90234286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=90234286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/90234286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/90234286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/03/you-cant-find-peace-by-avoiding-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-90234141</id><published>2003-03-06T09:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:29:55.630-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e dois dias depois, choveu gelo. e ninguém acredita que eu estou sendo pasteurizada.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/90234141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um calor tão intenso que dá para ver. assustei, estava derretendo no carro esperando uma senhorita espaçosa parar de interromper o fluxo quando olhei pela janela e vi o calor. eu vi o calor. o ar parece um bloco de concreto suspenso por um daqueles troços de obras iguais aos de playmobil, guardadas as devidas proporções. um daqueles aparelhos gigantes, que deve ser de onde o cara da construção do</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/89911705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=89911705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/89911705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/89911705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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can't thank you enough! daí para a exposição dos guerreiros </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/89642873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=89642873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/89642873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/89642873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/02/achei-conversa-que-eu-estava.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/02/em-tempo-odeeeeio-gente-perguntando-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-89256732</id><published>2003-02-17T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:33:54.683-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>é possível ter crise de abstinência com o fim de um namoro? às vezes tenho uns momentos, umas angústias que doem tanto. depois passa. quase não dá para evitar pegar o telefone e ver como ele está. depois passa. quanto tempo será que dura isso. será que cicatriza?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-88980620</id><published>2003-02-12T15:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:35:37.063-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e eu sabia que eu tinha que ter medo daquela música da Rê (que saudade da Rê!!): "and I have the sense to recognize that I don't know how to let you go...". Mas acho que é assim mesmo. dói, mas não tanto quanto eu achei. acho que é mais se desvencilhar do ambiente do que do amor em si. da casca. tem uns momentos em que me sinto ótima, tenho a minha bolsa cor de rosa, aula de pilates, happy hours </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/88980620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=88980620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/88980620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/88980620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/02/e-eu-sabia-que-eu-tinha-que-ter-medo.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-88922536</id><published>2003-02-11T15:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:43:21.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the day i felt better: acho que depois de uma sessão de emails analíticos e doloridos, um telefonema inesperado e não desejado, consegui voltar a pisar em terra firme. hard to make a stand, hard to let him go, to admit it may be forever, to loose. turns out we have to deal with the pain, because deep down i feel i'm doing the right thing for me. hurts like hell but it's starting to make sense.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/88922536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/88922536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/02/day-i-felt-better-acho-que-depois-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-88908474</id><published>2003-02-11T10:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:36:33.520-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not so bad. not that great either... but I feel wonderful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/88908474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=88908474' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/88908474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/88908474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/02/not-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-88863858</id><published>2003-02-10T16:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:37:09.840-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>who would have guessed? a blind date. devo estar em um filme, um programa de televisão. que medo, que nervosismo. e se ele me achar feia e gorda? olha, espera até julho que eu vou estar ótima! não sei.. espero que seja legal, espero que seja inusitado, as it all began. cheers to a very weird beginning..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/88863858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=88863858' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/88863858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/88863858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/02/who-would-have-guessed-blind-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137428.post-88277517</id><published>2003-01-30T15:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:37:49.730-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what was that? parecia um daqueles seriados bobalhões com risadas no fundo. mas que grosseria, que estupidez. quem diria, hein? dissolveu toda a minha admiração para fazer eu me sentir mal do lado dela. que horrível. by the way, you're welcome pelo presente...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/feeds/88277517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4137428&amp;postID=88277517' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/88277517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4137428/posts/default/88277517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindwalking.blogspot.com/2003/01/what-was-that-parecia-um-daqueles.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Mindwalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00204168680448683265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KzxD1wGA8zU/TRQBYO94WnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uLf3sJSW5jE/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
