<?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-259629339417433348</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:33:32.424-03:00</updated><category term='Aurélio'/><category term='Letícia'/><category term='Filipe'/><category term='Laura'/><category term='Érika'/><category term='Hugo'/><category term='Caio'/><category term='Juliana'/><category term='Rayla'/><category term='Bárbara'/><category term='Dhyogenes'/><category term='Lucas'/><category term='Bruno'/><category term='João'/><category term='Pietro'/><category term='Marcella'/><category term='Natalia'/><category term='Fernando'/><category term='Matheus'/><category term='Larissa'/><category term='Daiana'/><category term='Wendell'/><title type='text'>Blog Literário 2B</title><subtitle type='html'>Este Blog pertence aos alunos do 2B do colégio João XXIII e tem como objetivo discutir assuntos relacionados à Literatura.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>2B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592291320854738210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEWBU1hfhs4/SPJgdvrr7oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KmpPhYlaFb4/S254/coruja.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259629339417433348.post-3968462426216453088</id><published>2009-08-16T11:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:36:35.011-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O texto de Clarice Lispector, dentre todas as características possíveis, é um texto que dissemina sua linguagem de tal forma que o problema da existência humana passa a ser o próprio objeto da ficção. Torna-se, portanto, um problema não apenas existencial, mas da própria ficção: a literatura clariceana passa, assim, a ser totalmente introspectiva, já que se volta sobre si mesma; a ação narrada deixa de ser um evento ou acontecimento e começa a ser o problema vivido por suas personagens. Em conseqüência, as dimensões mais profundas da mente, onde muitas vezes aparecem mergulhadas em dúvidas e inquietações, vão tornar o texto de Clarice a própria narrativa do ser.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo na narrativa clariceana é transformado no tempo mental de suas personagens, o narrador caminha conforme o pensamento destas, por isso ele será mais uma extensão do inconsciente do que a realidade cronológica. A literatura experimental ou ensaística de Clarice se observa como a busca do existencial, permeada na essência humana onde o tempo vivo se concentra no espaço da consciência.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-3968462426216453088?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/3968462426216453088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-texto-de-clarice-lispector-dentre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/3968462426216453088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/3968462426216453088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-texto-de-clarice-lispector-dentre.html' title=''/><author><name>2B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592291320854738210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEWBU1hfhs4/SPJgdvrr7oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KmpPhYlaFb4/S254/coruja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259629339417433348.post-1938437061698513468</id><published>2009-06-16T18:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:34:30.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comentário sobre o filme "O minotauro":</title><content type='html'>18/10/2008 Por: Tarcisio&lt;br /&gt;Eu achei o filme muito bom, pois o filme além de mostrar algumas partes de como era vida em algumas partes camponesas da Grécia mostra também com muita clareza como a mitologia que gira em torno do minotauro eu gostei muito e garanto que muitos historiadores se verem o filme irao se perguntar se o minotauro existiu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postado por: Juliana Bolotari 2ºB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-1938437061698513468?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/1938437061698513468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/06/comentario-sobre-o-filme-o-minotauro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/1938437061698513468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/1938437061698513468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/06/comentario-sobre-o-filme-o-minotauro.html' title='Comentário sobre o filme &quot;O minotauro&quot;:'/><author><name>2B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592291320854738210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEWBU1hfhs4/SPJgdvrr7oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KmpPhYlaFb4/S254/coruja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259629339417433348.post-5595899678189627573</id><published>2009-06-07T14:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:30:43.415-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalia'/><title type='text'>A magia das mulheres Clariceanas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s personagens criadas por Clarice irão se descobrir num mundo absurdo, de insegurança e incerteza, banhado por uma incrível impossibilidade de ser e existir; é esse o conflito latente de suas personagens, em especial as pertencentes ao universo feminino. A predominância de tipos femininos na obra de Clarice revela uma exaustiva busca pelo próprio sentido de sua existência através de personagens tensas, complexas e quase sempre decepcionadas com a realidade cotidiana. O "eu" de suas personagens não se realiza, daí começa uma busca incessante por uma identidade que irá lhes permitir uma viagem interior, cujo caminho é por vezes fatídico, desgastante e assustador, levando-as a situações de profundo esgotamento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Contudo, é este esgotamento que faz com que essas personagens mergulhem numa nova realidade, é o momento sonhador, momento este em que se descobrem. As mulheres Clariceanas vivem à beira do desmaio, como se a qualquer instante algo acontecesse&amp;nbsp; e as elevasse&amp;nbsp; a um momento único e iluminado, uma revelação interior que chega subitamente,causando-lhes uma deliciosa estranheza que se manifesta sob a forma de explosão espiritual, um encantamento deslumbrante. A este "instante mágico" se referem os críticos como momento de epifania, estado em que as personagens atingem a sua plena lucidez..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; por Barbara Marques&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-5595899678189627573?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/5595899678189627573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/06/magia-das-mulheres-clariceanas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/5595899678189627573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/5595899678189627573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/06/magia-das-mulheres-clariceanas.html' title='A magia das mulheres Clariceanas'/><author><name>2B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592291320854738210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEWBU1hfhs4/SPJgdvrr7oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KmpPhYlaFb4/S254/coruja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259629339417433348.post-7989566853683874414</id><published>2009-06-07T08:48:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:55:27.758-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalia'/><title type='text'>Feliz Aniversário?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;O conto "Feliz Aniversário" de Clarice Lispector nos apresenta a história de dona Anita, uma senhora que no dia em que completaria 89 anos obteve dados concretos de que sua família era constituída por pessoas vazias, frias e superficiais(contudo,não podemos afirmar se essa constatação já havia sido feita anteriormente, porque os personagens envolvidos não possuem passado) e, nesse momento, sentiu-se mal, já que fracassara em um dos papéis mais importantes de uma mulher: o papel de mãe e guardiã de sua prole.Sentiu-se mal, pois os mesmos se importavam mais com a roupa que o outro trajava e com os gastos que a pequena "comemoração" traria do que com a própria mãe idosa e ávida por um carinho e atenção sinceros.Com este conto, a autora nos passa o conflito constante em que vivia a cerca de muitos valores que nos passam despercebidos, expondo assim, sua alma ao leitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta obra conta com um narrador de 3ª pessoa, onisciente(além de saber de todos os acontecimentos, ele nos relata os sentimentos dos personagens) e, apesar de ser um conto bem estruturado, em minha opinião é de difícil compreensão, já que não se pode ler Clarice Lispector sem retirar toda a essência de seus escritos e, se tal coisa acontece, o texto fica sem nexo, sem sentido e as palavras não se encaixam ou se completam como deve suceder.O tema principal do conto é a desagregação das relações familiares, pois estas muitas vezes se baseiam em mero interesse econômico, no descaso de um membro para com o outro ou no uso indiscriminado de máscaras que camuflam os verdadeiros sentimentos(raiva, ódio, inveja, rancor etc.), resultando em uma animosidade que não deveria existir em uma família e Clarice nos retrata isso muito bem ao mencionar que a nora de Olaria fitava desafiadoramente a nora de Ipanema.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Feliz Aniversário" nos instiga a refletir se realmente queremos viver em um mundo onde apenas as aparências são válidas. &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/259629339417433348-7989566853683874414?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/7989566853683874414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/06/feliz-aniversario.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/7989566853683874414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rayla'/><title type='text'>Sete anos de pastor Jacó servia- Camões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sete anos de pastor Jacó servia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Labão, pai de Raquel serrana bela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas não servia ao pai, servia a ela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que a ela só por prêmio pretendia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os dias na esperança de um só dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passava, contentando-se com vê-la:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porém o pai usando de cautela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em lugar de Raquel lhe deu a Lia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vendo o triste pastor que com enganos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim lhe era negada a sua pastora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como se a não tivera merecida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Começou a servir outros sete anos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dizendo: Mais servira, se não fora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para tão longo amor tão curta a vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-984300902736508143?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/984300902736508143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/06/sete-anos-de-pastor-jaco-servia-camoes_01.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/984300902736508143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/984300902736508143'/><link 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Fortuna que tivesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh7_jXv09mI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fHgSJeJ64GA/s1600-h/df.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340987191243109986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh7_jXv09mI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fHgSJeJ64GA/s320/df.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Enquanto quis Fortuna que tivesse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperança de algum contentamento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O gosto de um suave pensamento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me fez que seus efeitos escrevesse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porém, temendo Amor que aviso desse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha escritura a algum juízo isento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escureceu-me o engenho co'o tormento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para que seus enganos não disesse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ó vós que Amor obriga a ser sujeitos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A diversas vontades! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando lerdes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num breve livro casos tão diversos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verdades puras são e não defeitos;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sabei que, segundo o amor tiverdes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tereis o entendimento de meus versos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-8337085878471252332?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/8337085878471252332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/poema-2-de-camoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/8337085878471252332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Juliana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Érika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wendell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura'/><title type='text'>Da alma e de quanto tiver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh79vbHEObI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/z3PXKJxnfp8/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340985199281060274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh79vbHEObI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/z3PXKJxnfp8/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Da alma e de quanto tiver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero que me despojeis,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contando que me deixeis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os olhos para vos ver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cousa este corpo não tem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que já não tenhais rendida;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois de tirar-lhe a vida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tirai-lhe a morte também.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se mais tenho que perder,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais quero que me leveis,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contanto que me deixeis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os olhos para vos ver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-3708839465467681305?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/3708839465467681305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/poema-de-camoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/3708839465467681305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/3708839465467681305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/poema-de-camoes.html' title='Da alma e de quanto 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type='text'>Fotos de Clarice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh79E2oAUsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qg5MX7xBJxc/s1600-h/tgtg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340984467932598978" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh79E2oAUsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qg5MX7xBJxc/s200/tgtg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh79EB_VWPI/AAAAAAAAADw/iKmHjAwdnO4/s1600-h/rrrtrt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340984453803366642" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh79EB_VWPI/AAAAAAAAADw/iKmHjAwdnO4/s200/rrrtrt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh79ElfxHXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/w66RHyXq93k/s1600-h/rfgr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340984463334645106" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh79ElfxHXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/w66RHyXq93k/s200/rfgr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh79ESJn9mI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N-s-NrVkOTU/s1600-h/clarice_lispector4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340984458141496930" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh79ESJn9mI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N-s-NrVkOTU/s200/clarice_lispector4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-6178405403041712328?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh79E2oAUsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qg5MX7xBJxc/s72-c/tgtg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259629339417433348.post-6697744315693361885</id><published>2009-05-28T08:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:53:30.142-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matheus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hugo'/><title type='text'>Julga-me a gente toda por perdido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh5zAFzFSMI/AAAAAAAAACY/eIbGyyr1WKI/s1600-h/450px-Jeronimos_13_camoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340832653501614274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh5zAFzFSMI/AAAAAAAAACY/eIbGyyr1WKI/s320/450px-Jeronimos_13_camoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julga-me a gente toda por perdido,&lt;br /&gt;Vendo-me tão entregue a meu cuidado,&lt;br /&gt;Andar sempre dos homens apartado&lt;br /&gt;E dos tratos humanos esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu, que tenho o mundo conhecido,&lt;br /&gt;E quase que sobre ele ando dobrado,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho por baixo, rústico, enganado&lt;br /&gt;Quem não é com meu mal engrandecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá revolvendo a terra, o mar e o vento,&lt;br /&gt;Busque riquezas, honras a outra gente,&lt;br /&gt;Vencendo ferro, fogo, frio e calma;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu só em humilde estado me contento&lt;br /&gt;De trazer esculpido eternamente&lt;br /&gt;Vosso fermoso gesto dentro na alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luís de Camões&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-6697744315693361885?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/6697744315693361885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/julga-me-gente-toda-por-perdido-julga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/6697744315693361885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/6697744315693361885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/julga-me-gente-toda-por-perdido-julga.html' title='Julga-me a gente 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term='Larissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hugo'/><title type='text'>Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh5yVXO3VrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vggZlnperk8/s1600-h/440px-Camoes_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340831919447168690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh5yVXO3VrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vggZlnperk8/s320/440px-Camoes_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luís Vaz de Camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver,&lt;br /&gt;é ferida que dói, e não se sente;&lt;br /&gt;é um contentamento descontente,&lt;br /&gt;é dor que desatina sem doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um não querer mais que bem querer;&lt;br /&gt;é um andar solitário entre a gente;&lt;br /&gt;é nunca contentar-se de contente;&lt;br /&gt;é um cuidar que ganha em se perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É querer estar preso por vontade;&lt;br /&gt;é servir a quem vence, o vencedor;&lt;br /&gt;é ter com quem nos mata, lealdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como causar pode seu favor&lt;br /&gt;nos corações humanos amizade,&lt;br /&gt;se tão contrário a si é o mesmo Amor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-3181531064924353078?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/3181531064924353078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/amor-e-fogo-que-arde-sem-se-ver-luis.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259629339417433348.post-4345401888930948084</id><published>2009-05-28T07:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:09:53.274-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bárbara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rayla'/><title type='text'>Fotos de Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh5t907HxMI/AAAAAAAAACA/OXAZy1df_RQ/s1600-h/Clarice-Lispector-12-739257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh5t907HxMI/AAAAAAAAACA/OXAZy1df_RQ/s320/Clarice-Lispector-12-739257.jpg" 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh5tHv5I0vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/d9KgyqEGKdA/s1600-h/269px-Camoes_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/Sh5tHv5I0vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/d9KgyqEGKdA/s320/269px-Camoes_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340826187990618866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-8753294761952444502?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/8753294761952444502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/descanse-em-paz-camoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259629339417433348.post-69492572695494483</id><published>2009-05-24T15:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:00:34.271-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='João'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dhyogenes'/><title type='text'>Os Lusíadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/ShmbQNLfEpI/AAAAAAAAABU/XSp_uv471CM/s1600-h/camoes"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/ShmbQNLfEpI/AAAAAAAAABU/XSp_uv471CM/s400/camoes" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339469535942480530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre as grandes obras de Camões está Os Lusíadas, esta obra se passa na época das grandes navegações, Lusíadas é um poema épico que tem como tema a grande viagem de Vasco da Gama em busca do caminho marítimo para a Índia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-69492572695494483?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/69492572695494483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/os-lusiadas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/69492572695494483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/69492572695494483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio'/><title type='text'>Obras de Luiz Vaz de Camões</title><content type='html'>1572- Os Lusíadas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liricas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1595 – Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver&lt;br /&gt;1595 - Eu cantarei o amor tão docemente &lt;br /&gt;1595 - Verdes são os campos &lt;br /&gt;1595 - Que me quereis, perpétuas saudades? &lt;br /&gt;1595 - Sobolos rios que vão &lt;br /&gt;1595 - Transforma-se o amador na cousa amada &lt;br /&gt;1595 - Sete anos de pastor Jacob servia &lt;br /&gt;1595 - Alma minha gentil, que te partiste &lt;br /&gt;1595 - Mudam-se os tempos, mudam-se as vontades &lt;br /&gt;1595 - Quem diz que Amor é falso ou enganoso  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1587 - El-Rei Seleuco.&lt;br /&gt;1587 - Auto de Filodemo.&lt;br /&gt;1587 - Anfitriões &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Camões'/><author><name>2B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592291320854738210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEWBU1hfhs4/SPJgdvrr7oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KmpPhYlaFb4/S254/coruja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259629339417433348.post-2957402621793982964</id><published>2009-05-20T19:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:49:37.949-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurélio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pietro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio'/><title type='text'>Obras de Clarice Liscpector</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;" class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clarice Linpector escreveu varios romances, dentre estes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;" class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perto do Coração Selvagem (1943); O Lustre (1946); A Cidade Sitiada (1949); A Mação no Escuro (1961); A Paixão Segundo GH (1964); Uma Aprendizagem ou O Livro dos Prazeres (1969); Água Viva (1973); A Hora da Estrela (1977).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E ainda escreveu varios contos, crônicas, escreveu em revistas e livro infantis, alguns como:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;meta content="BrOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="western" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alguns Contos (1952); Laços de Família (1960); A Legião Estrangeira (1964), contos e crônicas; Felicidade Clandestina (1971); A Imitação da Rosa (1973); A Via Crucis do Corpo (1974); Onde Estivestes de Noite? (1974); A Bela e a Fera (1979).///&lt;/span&gt; &lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;meta content="BrOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="western" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De Corpo Inteiro (1975), entrevista; Visão do Esplendor (1975) crônicas; A Descoberta do Mundo (1984) crônicas./////&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="western" align="justify"&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;meta content="BrOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="western" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O Mistério do Coelho Pensante (1967); A Mulher que Matou os Peixes (1969); A Vida Íntima de Laura (1973); Quase de Verdade (1978).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-2957402621793982964?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/2957402621793982964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/obras-de-clarice-liscpector.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/2957402621793982964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/2957402621793982964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/obras-de-clarice-liscpector.html' title='Obras de Clarice Liscpector'/><author><name>2B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592291320854738210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEWBU1hfhs4/SPJgdvrr7oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KmpPhYlaFb4/S254/coruja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259629339417433348.post-3416925529647246097</id><published>2009-05-19T07:48:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:14:58.577-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bárbara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rayla'/><title type='text'>Pensamentos de Luiz Vaz de Camões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/ShKOhAwU-TI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3eMQ7xUPpPM/s1600-h/camÃµes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337485206176987442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/ShKOhAwU-TI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3eMQ7xUPpPM/s320/cam%C3%B5es.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O fraco rei faz fraca a forte gente.”&lt;br /&gt;“Os bons vi sempre passar/ No mundo graves tormentos;/ E para mais me espantar/ Os maus vi sempre nadar/ Em mar de contentamentos.”&lt;br /&gt;“Jamais haverá ano novo se continuar a copiar os erros dos anos velhos.”&lt;br /&gt;“A verdadeira afeição na longa ausência se prova.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-3416925529647246097?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/3416925529647246097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/pensamentos-de-luiz-vaz-de-camoes-o.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/3416925529647246097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/3416925529647246097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/pensamentos-de-luiz-vaz-de-camoes-o.html' title='Pensamentos de Luiz Vaz de Camões'/><author><name>2B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592291320854738210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEWBU1hfhs4/SPJgdvrr7oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KmpPhYlaFb4/S254/coruja.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/ShKOhAwU-TI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3eMQ7xUPpPM/s72-c/cam%C3%B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259629339417433348.post-2238624317095078908</id><published>2009-05-19T07:43:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:43:07.734-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurélio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pietro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio'/><title type='text'>Características Literárias de Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>Em sua primeira obra, Perto do coração selvagem, a autora faz despertar a surpresa e estranhamento dos criticos, pois sua obra nao enquadrava nos programas depois modernistas, nem dos regionalistas do periodo anterior. Nos trabalhos da autora destacam o emprego intenso da metáfora, o fluxo da consiência e o rompimento com o enredo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-2238624317095078908?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/2238624317095078908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/caracteristicas-literarias-clarice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/2238624317095078908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/2238624317095078908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/caracteristicas-literarias-clarice.html' title='Características Literárias de Clarice Lispector'/><author><name>2B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592291320854738210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEWBU1hfhs4/SPJgdvrr7oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KmpPhYlaFb4/S254/coruja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259629339417433348.post-1658268129759350618</id><published>2009-05-19T07:40:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:43:55.446-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bárbara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rayla'/><title type='text'>Mais sobre Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/ShKN3s4MUdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/H-5h4Ewxcns/s1600-h/cla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337484496466629074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/ShKN3s4MUdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/H-5h4Ewxcns/s320/cla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eu escrevo sem esperança de que o que eu escrevo altere qualquer coisa. Não altera em nada... Porque no fundo a gente não está querendo alterar as coisas. A gente está querendo desabrochar de um modo ou de outro..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/ShKO5RKtSKI/AAAAAAAAABE/n-JQjHlvF0o/s1600-h/4585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337485622899460258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 71px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/ShKO5RKtSKI/AAAAAAAAABE/n-JQjHlvF0o/s320/4585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-1658268129759350618?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/1658268129759350618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-escrevo-sem-esperanca-de-que-o-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/1658268129759350618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/1658268129759350618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-escrevo-sem-esperanca-de-que-o-que.html' title='Mais sobre Clarice Lispector'/><author><name>2B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592291320854738210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEWBU1hfhs4/SPJgdvrr7oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KmpPhYlaFb4/S254/coruja.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/ShKN3s4MUdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/H-5h4Ewxcns/s72-c/cla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259629339417433348.post-2840179420460152972</id><published>2009-05-11T14:17:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:32:25.653-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juliana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Érika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wendell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura'/><title type='text'>Luís Vaz de Camões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/SgiUSHGT_HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8olpvoB0rD0/s1600-h/12.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334676797484432498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/SgiUSHGT_HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8olpvoB0rD0/s320/12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/SgheRJEmplI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mcMZvx98BFk/s1600-h/12.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;Luís Vaz de Camões, poeta português cuja data de nascimento não se sabe ao certo (1524 ou 1525), provavelmente em Lisboa. Serviu como soldado em Ceuta, por volta de 1549-1551, aí perdendo um olho. Na poesia lírica avultam os poemas de temática amorosa, em que se tem procurado solução para as muitas lacunas em relação à vida e personalidade do poeta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259629339417433348-2840179420460152972?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/2840179420460152972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/luis-vaz-de-camoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/2840179420460152972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/2840179420460152972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/luis-vaz-de-camoes.html' title='Luís Vaz de Camões'/><author><name>2B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592291320854738210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEWBU1hfhs4/SPJgdvrr7oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KmpPhYlaFb4/S254/coruja.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/SgiUSHGT_HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8olpvoB0rD0/s72-c/12.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259629339417433348.post-6510246662217560006</id><published>2009-05-11T13:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:31:56.579-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juliana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Érika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wendell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura'/><title type='text'>Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/SghZTKS5ZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kYmG8b8woyo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334611944336352802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/SghZTKS5ZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kYmG8b8woyo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Clarice Lispector (Tchetchelnik Ucrânia 1925 - Rio de Janeiro RJ 1977) passou a infância em Recife e em 1937 mudou-se para o Rio de Janeiro, onde se formou em direito. Estreou na literatura ainda muito jovem com o romance Perto do Coração Selvagem (1943), que teve calorosa acolhida da crítica e recebeu o Prêmio Graça Aranha.&lt;/span&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/259629339417433348-6510246662217560006?l=blogliterario2b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/feeds/6510246662217560006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/clarice-lispector.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/6510246662217560006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259629339417433348/posts/default/6510246662217560006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogliterario2b.blogspot.com/2009/05/clarice-lispector.html' title='Clarice Lispector'/><author><name>2B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592291320854738210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEWBU1hfhs4/SPJgdvrr7oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KmpPhYlaFb4/S254/coruja.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6AffjwWlYc/SghZTKS5ZiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kYmG8b8woyo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
