<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302612409971975553</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 00:42:19 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>complexyo</title><description>manifeste simplesmente</description><link>http://complexyo.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>complexyo@gmail.com (complexyo)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302612409971975553.post-6838535845954632712</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-18T17:57:35.785-08:00</atom:updated><title>São tantas partes...</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://floresvermelhasnumfundopreto.blogspot.com/2007/08/agora-quero-descansar.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;então...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sabe quando você acha alguém que consegue entender a sua construção em cima do que pensa? Brota uma luz no peito e há um preenchimento da realidade que beira uma comunhão espiritual, o que estimula a crença na vida e na evolução do conhecimento de si, porque compartilhar é uma das formas de perceber o sentido do que somos...os humanos. Sabe aquela parte do Waking Life que a garota fala sobre as palavras e o compartilhamento subjetivo? Realmente todas as vezes que sinto a lucidez de uma grande comunhão de idéias complexas com outra consciência, além de outros níveis de percepção das freqüencias comuns, a realidade se constrói com mais força. As palavras servem para quê, afinal? Um preenchimento utilitário do mundo? Ou um entendimento maior da nossa vida e corpo em constante mudança? Amar e meditar são formas de ampliar o ser para o outro e si mesmo. Compartilhar é perceber toda a luz do rio infinito que potencialmente somos, mas nem sempre temos força de vontade ou coragem para olhar de fato e aceitar seu constante convite ao sim. Lembra daquela outra parte sobre o medo e a preguiça? &lt;/span&gt;São tantas partes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Da cena 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/RsClzepoLGI/AAAAAAAAABs/8atiQDVFoMM/s1600-h/PDVD_008.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098257082002975842" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/RsClzepoLGI/AAAAAAAAABs/8atiQDVFoMM/s400/PDVD_008.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/RsCkg-poLFI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ks1RQ7LZPdM/s1600-h/PDVD_001.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098255664663768146" style="width: 400px; height: 274px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/RsCkg-poLFI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ks1RQ7LZPdM/s400/PDVD_001.BMP" border="0" height="301" width="453" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/RsClzupoLHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g0N80YOiRws/s1600-h/PDVD_007.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098257086297943154" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/RsClzupoLHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g0N80YOiRws/s400/PDVD_007.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302612409971975553-6838535845954632712?l=complexyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://complexyo.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-tantas-partes.html</link><author>complexyo@gmail.com (complexyo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/RsClzepoLGI/AAAAAAAAABs/8atiQDVFoMM/s72-c/PDVD_008.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302612409971975553.post-5535804727664503493</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 04:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-18T18:00:02.483-08:00</atom:updated><title>Dos opostos complementares e pulsões do tempo.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/RrANoOpoLAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/50M_6SgUOgY/s1600-h/analema.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;O analema traça forças em nós.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093586163334654978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 219px; cursor: pointer; height: 172px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/RrANoOpoLAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/50M_6SgUOgY/s400/analema.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Temos tantas escolhas, tantos erros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Um calendário de vozes firmes nos conduzindo por uma estrada de medo - mas dentro de si os segredos, que libertam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Quando a dúvida atormentar o seu âmago, diga a ela que não há que estar insegura: que ela está correta em sua constante existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Poderia ser a dúvida um vasto personagem dos ciclos, que, parecendo infinitos, nos rondam com as suas sombras e luz projetando redes de enigma e descoberta sobre os nossos signos, símbolos e forças interiores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A crise é o vale da mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;De permanência e eqüilíbrio; deseqüílibrio e mudança é que a dança nos leva ao infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Não admitiremos o estupro do medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Não deixaremos nossa sombra, ávida de vida, ser apagada pelo inexistente refúgio do nada: o nada é repleto de ser; de escolhas e crises, sombras e luz a vida cresce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302612409971975553-5535804727664503493?l=complexyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://complexyo.blogspot.com/2007/07/dos-opostos-complementares-e-pulses-do.html</link><author>complexyo@gmail.com (complexyo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/RrANoOpoLAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/50M_6SgUOgY/s72-c/analema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302612409971975553.post-1325437362484642597</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 01:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T22:40:24.301-08:00</atom:updated><title>Uma de mim, entre outros.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/Rq_sqOpoK_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HcDuuxYk2K8/s1600-h/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093549913810676722" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/Rq_sqOpoK_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HcDuuxYk2K8/s400/x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Sentada sob os meus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;na porta de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;da casa extensa das minhas janelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;da noite imensa das minhas tormentas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;vou sendo a vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;que a vida fomenta à flor da terra,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;da pele, do berro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Dentro de mim, se me recolho;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;dessas cortinas, trevas, chamas pelos buracos -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;tonta de força, enroscada ao peito infindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;evito o estrondo, chamuscando o vento em faísca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;raio que acalma, verte tempestade, pesa pra fora;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;então tento estar no entre&lt;br /&gt;a saída e entrada,&lt;br /&gt;da atriz na testemunha,&lt;br /&gt;vazando completa aos opostos de luz e sombra que engravidam meu ser de escolhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;(2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302612409971975553-1325437362484642597?l=complexyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://complexyo.blogspot.com/2007/07/uma-de-mim-entre-outros.html</link><author>complexyo@gmail.com (complexyo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/Rq_sqOpoK_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/HcDuuxYk2K8/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302612409971975553.post-6000818164440588022</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2007 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T22:40:24.489-08:00</atom:updated><title>Dos ciclos, sendo simples.</title><description>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/RqudiepoK7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OI3WyoJIeCs/s1600-h/bimbo-seno.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092337019341253554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/RqudiepoK7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OI3WyoJIeCs/s400/bimbo-seno.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Selecione o que quer ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Eu estou aqui, de pé entre vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Um início é sempre um ciclo a mais, mesmo a vida estando a mostrar um tempo sem fases. Não tenha medo de se sentir só, não tenha medo de ter certeza de ser mais uma mínima peça, não se sinta diminuído pela confusão e complexidade. A melhor forma de cultivar a vida é aceitando e completando a realidade com o que houver de mais criativo e amoroso em você. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;simplicidade não é um conceito que se opõe ao complexo: ela o envolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Às vezes sou ácida ainda, por fraqueza. De resto, estou disposta a envolver você em um mundo cheio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;de enigmas e forças vivas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Eu te amo, vamos entrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302612409971975553-6000818164440588022?l=complexyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://complexyo.blogspot.com/2007/07/dos-ciclos-sendo-simples.html</link><author>complexyo@gmail.com (complexyo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk2QUeYLdIA/RqudiepoK7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OI3WyoJIeCs/s72-c/bimbo-seno.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>