<?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-1522869617786415730</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:06:50.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Lugar &amp; os Monos (e)</title><subtitle type='html'>A estória</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rodrigo Fernandes (ex Rodrigo Rodrigues)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6m9vgFyhZSA/S4gbmojpzoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/xx7HXDHcXjM/S220/rr.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522869617786415730.post-1421099524295438855</id><published>2008-06-06T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:23:00.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Propus a Sara que falássemos dos acontecimentos desta madrugada. A sua expressão angustiada indicava que algo de terrível acontecera naquele lugar, naquele planeta. Sara não era pessoa para reticências. Anuiu.     A Sara reunia em si as duas grandes competências da medicina moderna: o diagnóstico e a cirurgia topossomáticos.      A grande última descoberta da medicina era a da dupla representação</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1421099524295438855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522869617786415730&amp;postID=1421099524295438855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/1421099524295438855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/1421099524295438855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/2008/06/propus-sara-que-falssemos-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Rodrigo Fernandes (ex Rodrigo Rodrigues)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6m9vgFyhZSA/S4gbmojpzoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/xx7HXDHcXjM/S220/rr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522869617786415730.post-3252043784667406820</id><published>2008-05-06T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:24:51.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>À mesa redonda</title><summary type='text'>Daí a pouco estávamos os 5 reunidos em Camelot à volta da mesa redonda. Carlos [...] Era o responsável pela alimentação do grupo, medidas de higiene e técnicas de bio-reciclagem.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3252043784667406820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522869617786415730&amp;postID=3252043784667406820' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/3252043784667406820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/3252043784667406820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/mesa-redonda.html' title='À mesa redonda'/><author><name>Rodrigo Fernandes (ex Rodrigo Rodrigues)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6m9vgFyhZSA/S4gbmojpzoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/xx7HXDHcXjM/S220/rr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522869617786415730.post-4068737853689145521</id><published>2008-04-28T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:58:21.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos errantes</title><summary type='text'>   Sentado, com o trabalho concluído, mas ainda a olhar vagamente para o blueprint, pensava  [...]  mostrando o seu sorriso largo e generoso, ao entrar no laboratório de campanha. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4068737853689145521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522869617786415730&amp;postID=4068737853689145521' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/4068737853689145521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/4068737853689145521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/pensamentos-errantes.html' title='Pensamentos errantes'/><author><name>Rodrigo Fernandes (ex Rodrigo Rodrigues)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6m9vgFyhZSA/S4gbmojpzoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/xx7HXDHcXjM/S220/rr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522869617786415730.post-5321926064245682149</id><published>2008-04-21T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:43:24.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O início da manhã. Preparativos</title><summary type='text'>Rita despiu-se,  [...] Obriga as pessoas a serem eficazes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5321926064245682149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522869617786415730&amp;postID=5321926064245682149' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/5321926064245682149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/5321926064245682149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-incio-da-manh-preparativos.html' title='O início da manhã. Preparativos'/><author><name>Rodrigo Fernandes (ex Rodrigo Rodrigues)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6m9vgFyhZSA/S4gbmojpzoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/xx7HXDHcXjM/S220/rr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522869617786415730.post-6889776027245922933</id><published>2008-04-20T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:35:34.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O início da manhã. Rita.</title><summary type='text'>Há várias teses sobre a origem da alcunha  [...] uma amiga franca e companhia muito agradável e sempre bem humorada. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6889776027245922933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522869617786415730&amp;postID=6889776027245922933' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/6889776027245922933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/6889776027245922933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-incio-da-manh-rita.html' title='O início da manhã. Rita.'/><author><name>Rodrigo Fernandes (ex Rodrigo Rodrigues)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6m9vgFyhZSA/S4gbmojpzoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/xx7HXDHcXjM/S220/rr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522869617786415730.post-3265272152469638022</id><published>2008-04-18T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:40:19.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O início da manhã (cont.)</title><summary type='text'>Os pensamentos que sobrevoam  [...] por um homem excêntrico que tinha a alcunha de Perdido.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3265272152469638022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522869617786415730&amp;postID=3265272152469638022' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/3265272152469638022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/3265272152469638022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-incio-da-manh-cont.html' title='O início da manhã (cont.)'/><author><name>Rodrigo Fernandes (ex Rodrigo Rodrigues)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6m9vgFyhZSA/S4gbmojpzoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/xx7HXDHcXjM/S220/rr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522869617786415730.post-1468273800018470683</id><published>2008-04-15T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:07:21.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O início da manhã</title><summary type='text'>Fiz a higiene matinal da forma simplificada, passando  [...] naqueles tempos de educação bárbara!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1468273800018470683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522869617786415730&amp;postID=1468273800018470683' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/1468273800018470683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/1468273800018470683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-incio-da-manh.html' title='O início da manhã'/><author><name>Rodrigo Fernandes (ex Rodrigo Rodrigues)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6m9vgFyhZSA/S4gbmojpzoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/xx7HXDHcXjM/S220/rr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522869617786415730.post-2175686516714464906</id><published>2008-04-14T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:33:45.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na gruta das duas feras</title><summary type='text'>Olhavam para o rio. A lua maior  [...] capa cutânea que recobria o seu imenso corpo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2175686516714464906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522869617786415730&amp;postID=2175686516714464906' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/2175686516714464906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/2175686516714464906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/na-gruta-das-duas-feras.html' title='Na gruta das duas feras'/><author><name>Rodrigo Fernandes (ex Rodrigo Rodrigues)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6m9vgFyhZSA/S4gbmojpzoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/xx7HXDHcXjM/S220/rr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522869617786415730.post-866972388794987755</id><published>2008-03-20T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T03:35:52.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A inquietação de Sara</title><summary type='text'>Acordei subitamente e dei-me conta de uma ténue presença a insinuar-se [...] Sara parecia uma criança recém-nascida a agonizar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/feeds/866972388794987755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522869617786415730&amp;postID=866972388794987755' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/866972388794987755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/866972388794987755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/2008/03/acordei-subitamente-e-dei-me-conta-de.html' title='A inquietação de Sara'/><author><name>Rodrigo Fernandes (ex Rodrigo Rodrigues)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6m9vgFyhZSA/S4gbmojpzoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/xx7HXDHcXjM/S220/rr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522869617786415730.post-1835202334336964605</id><published>2008-03-14T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T03:36:19.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O recém-nascido</title><summary type='text'>A criança arfava, sorvendo e expelindo [...) O olhar emitia sinais ininterruptos de pedidos de amor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1835202334336964605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522869617786415730&amp;postID=1835202334336964605' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/1835202334336964605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/1835202334336964605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/2008/03/criana-arfava-sorvendo-e-expelindo.html' title='O recém-nascido'/><author><name>Rodrigo Fernandes (ex Rodrigo Rodrigues)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6m9vgFyhZSA/S4gbmojpzoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/xx7HXDHcXjM/S220/rr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522869617786415730.post-7783793791238415801</id><published>2007-11-26T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T03:36:53.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O acampamento</title><summary type='text'>A expedição quedou-se ali, meia hora [...]  e consolidar a multiplicidade dos planos previamente desenhados.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7783793791238415801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522869617786415730&amp;postID=7783793791238415801' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/7783793791238415801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/7783793791238415801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-acampamento.html' title='O acampamento'/><author><name>Gervásio Leonel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XJhwT3sKEYE/R0nN0wEMdCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GTqqyj-fJaQ/s320/Gervasio+Leonel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522869617786415730.post-1401201597643490229</id><published>2007-11-14T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T03:37:56.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma presença no meio do nada</title><summary type='text'>E o que via o olhar? O olhar nada via. [...]  há pouco nascida, um vagido débil, uma queixa de ser.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1401201597643490229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522869617786415730&amp;postID=1401201597643490229' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/1401201597643490229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/1401201597643490229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/2007/11/e-o-que-via-o-olhar-o-olhar-nada-via.html' title='Uma presença no meio do nada'/><author><name>Rodrigo Fernandes (ex Rodrigo Rodrigues)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6m9vgFyhZSA/S4gbmojpzoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/xx7HXDHcXjM/S220/rr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522869617786415730.post-1752612441052635067</id><published>2007-11-12T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T03:40:23.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um lugar à espera de ser procurado</title><summary type='text'>Era uma vez, numa época remota e num lugar longínquo, uma terra. [ ... ] e à míngua de informação validada e processável.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1752612441052635067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522869617786415730&amp;postID=1752612441052635067' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/1752612441052635067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522869617786415730/posts/default/1752612441052635067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tremonteloestoria.blogspot.com/2007/11/estria.html' title='Um lugar à espera de ser procurado'/><author><name>Rodrigo Fernandes (ex Rodrigo Rodrigues)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6m9vgFyhZSA/S4gbmojpzoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/xx7HXDHcXjM/S220/rr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
