tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83150311263686689622024-03-13T11:50:01.931-03:00Na casca de limãonão entre sem vontadeNa casca de limãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413282820568505589noreply@blogger.comBlogger642125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315031126368668962.post-3473965885602374962022-11-17T08:48:00.004-03:002022-11-17T08:48:45.804-03:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A woman bathing in the river of insight</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgd6nWVxCtAlBDI5vT1KlEQeekPOc4f3GJ4R7P9o4TRHh0E6cNvaGJzf4P859pzRKwEfgzvwam6EPBvP7zGTCj8OvvMTxHc9fu2_F40LkqfMz-WjZJ-5TwKuf_0J7GCb7Ser-vJwRAHvbMFdWZC2udLeGg_f6RA7kRZryRR5Z7r8WJAeTUSdr877w6K" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgd6nWVxCtAlBDI5vT1KlEQeekPOc4f3GJ4R7P9o4TRHh0E6cNvaGJzf4P859pzRKwEfgzvwam6EPBvP7zGTCj8OvvMTxHc9fu2_F40LkqfMz-WjZJ-5TwKuf_0J7GCb7Ser-vJwRAHvbMFdWZC2udLeGg_f6RA7kRZryRR5Z7r8WJAeTUSdr877w6K=w336-h336" width="336" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Flora Mangini+Dall-e</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ou: <i>propriedade intelectual </i>sempre pareceu mesmo uma expressão inapropriada para a aventura que é ter insights através das formas </div><p></p>Na casca de limãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413282820568505589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315031126368668962.post-47037554035294127542022-07-11T08:24:00.008-03:002022-07-11T08:24:50.595-03:00<p> <span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: 700;">cage gone </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: 1pt;">in search of</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: 700;"> a bird, Kafka</span></p>
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Nosso pensamento deve estar em relação a todos os pensamentos particulares e já formulados, como alguém sobre uma montanha, que, ao olhar para frente, vê também abaixo dele, sem realmente olhar para elas, uma grande quantidade de florestas e planícies. Acima de tudo nosso pensamento deve estar vazio, esperando, não buscando nada, mas pronto para receber em sua verdade nua o objeto que está para penetrá-lo.</span></span></p>Na casca de limãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413282820568505589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315031126368668962.post-54862772861001776612022-06-06T09:23:00.003-03:002022-06-06T09:24:16.211-03:00<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJohXB0PPh-MlquiFdYp0xyOTQZlPkSxGOhFhV2lKbEW3mTfQmIFUBSdjibaOOXG8zIjJaz7lhgaAoWZmCuz1CGBKf9vYuVo7TKtkx-81iovNfytd3pa-GYsAkKlBQgi3vUCP69AsG3DWhaJ31w7MtMFMOGfuR7oecsRx_qLaPM47be6cYpy2hzj6R" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="966" data-original-width="1284" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJohXB0PPh-MlquiFdYp0xyOTQZlPkSxGOhFhV2lKbEW3mTfQmIFUBSdjibaOOXG8zIjJaz7lhgaAoWZmCuz1CGBKf9vYuVo7TKtkx-81iovNfytd3pa-GYsAkKlBQgi3vUCP69AsG3DWhaJ31w7MtMFMOGfuR7oecsRx_qLaPM47be6cYpy2hzj6R=w479-h360" width="479" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">etel adnan: mount tamalpais, 2000</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-size: 19.2px;">It had snowed. Tamalpais was white as it rarely is. White is the color of the terror in this century: the great white mushroom, the white and radiating clouds, the White on White painting by Malevich, and that whiteness, most fearful, in the eyes of men.</span>Na casca de limãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413282820568505589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315031126368668962.post-25848821392281457262022-06-03T08:58:00.001-03:002022-06-03T08:58:25.712-03:00<p> <span style="font-family: SabonLTStd; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: 700;">Human kind cannot bear very much reality.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: 'SabonLTStd'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: 700;">The poet produces the beautiful by fixing his attention on
something real. It is the same with the act of love. To know
that this man who is hungry and thirsty really exists as
much as I do—that is enough, the rest follows of itself.
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A felicidade é uma forma de emancipação política: a potência de rechaçar as convenções morais de uma época e, com elas, o sucesso, a propriedade, a beleza, a fama ou o decoro como únicos princípios organizadores da existência. A felicidade reside na capacidade de sentir a totalidade das coisas como parte de nós mesmos, propriedade de todos e de ninguém. <b>A felicidade reside na convicção de que estar vivo significa ser testemunha de uma época e, portanto, sentir-se responsável, vital e apaixonadamente responsável, pelo destino coletivo do planeta</b>.” pbp</p></div>Na casca de limãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413282820568505589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315031126368668962.post-5661100680497940702022-04-15T07:50:00.002-03:002022-04-15T07:50:13.557-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPLBHQyxBfSyNmRnSrrTdrDjaU3axT9zZeUQ2wuZMmit9ssPMjH81recpGfnqB_7CTV8AEXbzQkz6KOrb9l0-BNnuowko9YKf1orcd7Xn5PzR2gkNtneIIbvyIVXaJ9S2OA8cbNd2dEmc7Dx9S0b6WuM19tfDZswidsay72E2rvhMsMYBon5STiDjw/s1316/Captura%20de%20ecra%CC%83%202022-04-15,%20a%CC%80s%2007.46.13.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="1316" data-original-width="1316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPLBHQyxBfSyNmRnSrrTdrDjaU3axT9zZeUQ2wuZMmit9ssPMjH81recpGfnqB_7CTV8AEXbzQkz6KOrb9l0-BNnuowko9YKf1orcd7Xn5PzR2gkNtneIIbvyIVXaJ9S2OA8cbNd2dEmc7Dx9S0b6WuM19tfDZswidsay72E2rvhMsMYBon5STiDjw/s320/Captura%20de%20ecra%CC%83%202022-04-15,%20a%CC%80s%2007.46.13.png"/></a></div>
Mais ce qui tient de la taquinerie innocente dans le cas de la poésie s'avère une attaque sans précédent s'agissant de la rhétorique à cause de ses prétentions supérieures, kevin cooley ouviu da jacqueline de romillyNa casca de limãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413282820568505589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315031126368668962.post-17713208967139291732021-10-19T07:03:00.000-03:002021-10-19T07:03:10.075-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO96VCdz9nFouZrbO-XI1FmSAytAE9Dyu9LbG_ZbU40SWPsGH2AsU3YiqZ3cJsXkpkkuhTzUzfW5Dn_L-OabajtaPNe98yfCPFQ46W1P3XV4vMXZ6OoZVoztFbr1nBXv_rkxmec1CLXaA/s2290/Captura+de+ecra%25CC%2583+2021-10-19%252C+a%25CC%2580s+07.00.38.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="600" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="2290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO96VCdz9nFouZrbO-XI1FmSAytAE9Dyu9LbG_ZbU40SWPsGH2AsU3YiqZ3cJsXkpkkuhTzUzfW5Dn_L-OabajtaPNe98yfCPFQ46W1P3XV4vMXZ6OoZVoztFbr1nBXv_rkxmec1CLXaA/s600/Captura+de+ecra%25CC%2583+2021-10-19%252C+a%25CC%2580s+07.00.38.png"/></a></div>Na casca de limãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413282820568505589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315031126368668962.post-13697375372562590992021-10-19T06:57:00.004-03:002022-11-17T08:58:33.140-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgny4vRG3xELam3cNG4oaGaeDzNZrEcCbk75TJahTJfSpiY9ofmpjj79WddkiGBtV4QGebJuQz40xaKJxaKBSHyHi6zaG-sqTNnLFWN3eHsKGGoqI21liCz5pIC6O5JWuLRUECnNJ4o2Gw/s1656/Captura+de+ecra%25CC%2583+2021-10-19%252C+a%25CC%2580s+06.47.25.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1098" data-original-width="1656" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgny4vRG3xELam3cNG4oaGaeDzNZrEcCbk75TJahTJfSpiY9ofmpjj79WddkiGBtV4QGebJuQz40xaKJxaKBSHyHi6zaG-sqTNnLFWN3eHsKGGoqI21liCz5pIC6O5JWuLRUECnNJ4o2Gw/s320/Captura+de+ecra%25CC%2583+2021-10-19%252C+a%25CC%2580s+06.47.25.png" width="320" /></a></div>
tem manhãs<div>geralmente de lua cheia </div><div>chuvosa em que a </div><div>vez é de uma flor </div><div>fúcsia nascer do ralo </div><div>para salvar o real</div>Na casca de limãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413282820568505589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315031126368668962.post-56384973092731907682021-07-09T09:06:00.001-03:002021-07-09T09:06:04.028-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhATcM4NCDaNuwcoafEtUg6L4dyaJqBsM2XB56mKXU9Sbj0ZfyQL9ZAVbLrwL4BAh9PvFWbn-tbeJgQ_cl9V7TK2RVuXoPq73F8N3kHnqpRHUC7wVFfaODk9A2JXCwrztXYU7m-hPYi8kE/s1388/Captura+de+ecra%25CC%2583+2021-07-09%252C+a%25CC%2580s+08.35.43.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="1388" data-original-width="1274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhATcM4NCDaNuwcoafEtUg6L4dyaJqBsM2XB56mKXU9Sbj0ZfyQL9ZAVbLrwL4BAh9PvFWbn-tbeJgQ_cl9V7TK2RVuXoPq73F8N3kHnqpRHUC7wVFfaODk9A2JXCwrztXYU7m-hPYi8kE/s320/Captura+de+ecra%25CC%2583+2021-07-09%252C+a%25CC%2580s+08.35.43.png"/></a></div>Na casca de limãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413282820568505589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315031126368668962.post-53868598424448535232021-02-28T09:50:00.004-03:002021-02-28T14:32:17.914-03:00<p>E então veio o Calvino e disse que ler é como fazer amor:</p>
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"Em ambas as situações vocês certamente não existem a não ser em relação um ao
outro, mas, para tornar essas situações possíveis, seus respectivos egos não
têm tanto que se apagar, mas ocupar, sem reservas, todo o vazio do espaço
mental, investir com o máximo de juros ou gastar até o último centavo.
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Resumindo, o que você está fazendo é muito bonito, mas gramaticalmente
não muda nada. No momento em que você mais parece ser um único <i>voi</i>, a
segunda pessoa do plural, você é dois <i><br />tu</i>, mais separados e
circunscritos do que antes."
(Se una notte d'inverno un viaggiatore)
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It may be. But if it’s true that this is the best time of your life, if you have already lived or are now living at this age the best years, or if the next few turn out to be the best, then you have my condolences. Because you’ll want to remain here, stuck in these so-called best years, never maturing, wanting only to look, to feel and be the adolescent that whole industries are devoted to forcing you to remain.</p><p style="border: 0px; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: fira-sans; font-size: 1.2em; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 1.4em; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; text-size-adjust: auto; vertical-align: baseline;">One more flawless article of clothing, one more elaborate toy, the truly perfect diet, the harmless but necessary drug, the almost final elective surgery, the ultimate cosmetic-all designed to maintain hunger for stasis. While children are being eroticized into adults, adults are being exoticized into eternal juvenilia. I know that happiness has been the real, if covert, target of your labors here, your choices of companions, of the profession that you will enter. You deserve it and I want you to gain it, everybody should. But if that’s all you have on your mind, then you do have my sympathy, and if these are indeed the best years of your life, you do have my condolences because there is nothing, believe me, more satisfying, more gratifying than true adulthood. The adulthood that is the span of life before you. The process of becoming one is not inevitable. Its achievement is a difficult beauty, an intensely hard won glory, which commercial forces and cultural vapidity should not be permitted to deprive you of."</p>Na casca de limãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413282820568505589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315031126368668962.post-54860069967622849582021-02-20T18:32:00.007-03:002021-02-20T18:41:04.246-03:00<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant-caps: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: inherit;">A SCIENTIST’S ADVICE ON HEALING</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: fira-sans; font-size: 1.2em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 1.4em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">by Christy Ducker</em></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: fira-sans; font-size: 1.2em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 1.4em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Try to accept<br />this fat red hurt<br />is your starting point,<br />in the way a pen must be put to paper<br /> in one particular spot,</p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: fira-sans; font-size: 1.2em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 1.4em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">then move</p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: fira-sans; font-size: 1.2em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 1.4em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">beyond<br />the globby flap<br />of blame<br /> and past<br /> the mono-sulk<br /> of pain.</p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: fira-sans; font-size: 1.2em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 1.4em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Change the subject,<br />before it’s too late.<br />Sketch out<br />what health<br />you do possess,<br />what signal-cascades,<br />what flotilla of cells<br />circumnavigate you,</p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: fira-sans; font-size: 1.2em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 1.4em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">then draw yourself back<br /> together again,<br />in a language<br /> of your own.</p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: fira-sans; font-size: 1.2em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 1.4em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Your body’s talk<br />is loose as lymph —<br />it’ll have you open out<br /> as a tree,<br />or sneak up on pain<br /> as assassin,<br /> sidekick,<br /> or wolf.</p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: fira-sans; font-size: 1.2em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 1.4em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Encourage this<br />for healing won’t come at you<br /> straight.<br />Embrace the lack of heroics —<br />this isn’t Hollywood,<br />it’s you,<br />in a plot<br />that may<br />or may not resolve.</p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 1.4em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 1.4em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: fira-sans;"><span style="font-size: 19.2px;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGF878Vj1Bqjetq5PKesErK3I4LFjzuzfkBhg8hlnwhPF8GEr_QZPo1EwWvfj4ZBezkx5ErrRhnwCEBSnsXWYV2CfeUhPhcfXlqjuP-_t7sxup34zXzMbxp7NIs8PZCPhFJ9_xDWyqJaU/s1832/Captura+de+ecra%25CC%2583+2021-02-20%252C+a%25CC%2580s+18.36.32.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1370" data-original-width="1832" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGF878Vj1Bqjetq5PKesErK3I4LFjzuzfkBhg8hlnwhPF8GEr_QZPo1EwWvfj4ZBezkx5ErrRhnwCEBSnsXWYV2CfeUhPhcfXlqjuP-_t7sxup34zXzMbxp7NIs8PZCPhFJ9_xDWyqJaU/w400-h299/Captura+de+ecra%25CC%2583+2021-02-20%252C+a%25CC%2580s+18.36.32.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geir Moseid</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></span></p>Na casca de limãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413282820568505589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315031126368668962.post-56477938139644996092020-09-28T11:17:00.002-03:002020-09-28T11:17:21.821-03:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWm2_Cbp0MrwlBUXmgPRJ-nibW-cDqhq2mIN1GyzPhWzxyPcjjLGoMuqWgHrWll3TKlsuUiIpO6-klhq4cGiKpCaav4fltywmHLfJwLJV9SQyLfu3JglQJE2_7wJ7JaD6jARWzcsf9ng/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="794" data-original-width="580" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWm2_Cbp0MrwlBUXmgPRJ-nibW-cDqhq2mIN1GyzPhWzxyPcjjLGoMuqWgHrWll3TKlsuUiIpO6-klhq4cGiKpCaav4fltywmHLfJwLJV9SQyLfu3JglQJE2_7wJ7JaD6jARWzcsf9ng/" width="175" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> vasos comunicantes, e outros mistérios da linguagem</div><p></p>Na casca de limãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413282820568505589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315031126368668962.post-28885528519743173962020-09-25T07:23:00.003-03:002020-09-25T07:23:15.173-03:00<p style="text-align: center;"> la décheance du philosophe</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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ohDEAR<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a;">TIT-FOR-TAT (ohgod)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a;">Consider the following: two well-intentioned people adopt the TFT strategy for deciding whether to be cooperative with each other. All goes well for a while, but then one of these unintended slights occurs. Person A believes that Person B “defected” on her (whether defection here means intentionally revealing a secret, skimming profits, not working hard enough, etc.), when in actuality Person B’s behavior was accidental (i.e., she didn’t intend to act in an untrustworthy manner). Assuming they both adhere to TFT, the death spiral begins. While tit-for-tat can recover from defections when used against many strategies, this isn’t the case when it’s used against itself. The result is that noise in the system can doom what otherwise appeared to be the superior strategy; diz DeSteno.</span><br />
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TIT-FOR-MESS (ohGOD)</div>
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Although it’s true that all types of adult relationships — friendships, business partnerships, team memberships — involve some level of joint dependence for success, their spheres of influence are usually fairly narrow, meaning that individual breaches of trust, though unwelcome, don’t necessarily make one feel universally vulnerable. But this statement comes with one big caveat: love. When it comes to romantic relationships, most adults can have their seeming self-sufficiency momentarily obliterated. It’s not that we become paralyzed or cognitively helpless. We can still reason, research, and analyze. We can still work, cook, and plan for retirement. What we can’t do, though, is turn off that burning desire to connect with a partner — to share, to merge, to depend on, to bare our souls to him or her; disse o namorado do DeSteno.</div>
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Epílogo (precoce)<br />
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Era uma conversa na cama sobre o suicídio de alguém com quem ela trabalhou, sobre os traumas acumulados de uma cultura que pede sentido, e cobra quando é novembro e neva em Paris.<br />
Cobra porque o metro está cheio, e o casaco está molhado, e o céu cinza já vira noite às 17h30.<br />
Como sempre, a questão é o desejo. Num dia cinzento, em crise de abstinência do desejo, irresistível é a pergunta sobre o sentido.<br />
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Mas quando estamos embaixo do edredom vermelho, quando estamos protegidas pela janela de vidro que isola o quarto, quando estamos coladas depois de tanto tempo confuso, outro do irresistível aparece: il est pas question de sens, la vie. C'est comme demander quelle est la couleur du temps. La vie est le nom de l'expérience, toute autre exigence vient de la fiction raconté par la culture.<br />
La vie n'est ni bonne ni mauvaise, elle est par soi-même le seul but.<br />
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Et, pourtant, il est beaucoup plus facile d'oublier la question du sens quand il fait beau.</div>
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