<?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-7834410420330509657</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:10:49.592-03:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='ficção'/><category term='sentir'/><category term='morros'/><category term='universos'/><category term='cumbres'/><category term='por ler'/><category term='leer'/><category term='demonios'/><category term='brontë'/><category term='compras'/><category term='no sintiendo'/><category term='borrascosas'/><title type='text'>Entre Puntos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luciana Onofre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02082713185234083354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHr2HCxMWow/SwGclSQTQHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JFit3SbiSYs/S220/P1030225.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834410420330509657.post-4836205791501132402</id><published>2010-03-22T16:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:37:32.419-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficção'/><title type='text'>"O Nome do Vento"</title><content type='html'>Finalizei hoje uma das mais raras obras fictícias que prenderam minha atenção nos últimos meses. E, por mais que seja eclética a crítica de maneira geral, li coisas posivitvas acerca da leitura, e constatei eu mesma me deliciando com esse livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPhLSFguMp8/SyvrgLawABI/AAAAAAAAFaI/PzwPnvF4CpM/s320/O+Nome+do+vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPhLSFguMp8/SyvrgLawABI/AAAAAAAAFaI/PzwPnvF4CpM/s320/O+Nome+do+vento.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "O Nome do Vento - A Crônica do Matador do Rei: primeiro dia"&lt;br /&gt;É um romance que se passa em torno de Kvothe, um hospedeiro que possui um passado bastante singular: um garotinho que fora membro de uma trupe de artistas, os Edema Ruh, que após uma tragédia, cresce vivendo aventuras e dramas para alcançar o seu sonho de ingressar na Universidade de magia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não, não é um estilo Harry Potter. É uma leitura, eu diria, mais madura (e sem desmerecer os leitores de J.K.Rowling - eu mesma apreciei a coleção inteira). A história lida não só com o que chamam de simpatia, mas também com alquimia (o que achei bastante intrigante), e a prática de "dominar os nomes como forma de controlar os elementos e afins".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super recomendo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma leitura que me relaxou na fase de volta à rotina estressante.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834410420330509657-4836205791501132402?l=entre-puntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/feeds/4836205791501132402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-nome-do-vento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/4836205791501132402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/4836205791501132402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-nome-do-vento.html' title='&quot;O Nome do Vento&quot;'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BhK9-NfZ0g/SUFdadwXmRI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oKsDOjPoLlI/S220/dentes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPhLSFguMp8/SyvrgLawABI/AAAAAAAAFaI/PzwPnvF4CpM/s72-c/O+Nome+do+vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834410420330509657.post-3716393498496700116</id><published>2009-12-11T11:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:44:47.772-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por ler'/><title type='text'>Compras do mês...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHr2HCxMWow/SyJZBAF8cWI/AAAAAAAAACo/rANtLZHt1Wk/s1600-h/livros2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHr2HCxMWow/SyJZBAF8cWI/AAAAAAAAACo/rANtLZHt1Wk/s400/livros2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Livros que adquiri entre o fim do mês de novembro e hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em breve postarei comentários, após e claro a leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Refúgio para o Espírito de Victoria Moran. Ed Rocco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A luz que vem de dentro da mesma autora e editora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A misteriosa chama da Rainha Loana de Umberto Eco, Ed. Record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Do signo ao discurso de Inês Lacerda Araújo, Ed. Parâbola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tradução e Adaptação de Lauro Maia Amorim, Ed. UNESP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tradução de Maria Cristina Batalha e Geraldo Pontes Jr. Ed. Vozes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;História concisa da escrita. Ed. Parâbola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Luciana Onofre&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/7834410420330509657-3716393498496700116?l=entre-puntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/feeds/3716393498496700116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2009/12/livros-que-adquiri-entre-o-fim-do-mes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/3716393498496700116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/3716393498496700116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2009/12/livros-que-adquiri-entre-o-fim-do-mes.html' title='Compras do mês...'/><author><name>Luciana Onofre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02082713185234083354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHr2HCxMWow/SwGclSQTQHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JFit3SbiSYs/S220/P1030225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHr2HCxMWow/SyJZBAF8cWI/AAAAAAAAACo/rANtLZHt1Wk/s72-c/livros2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834410420330509657.post-6145949342216852051</id><published>2009-11-23T11:33:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:55:13.567-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra começar, Clarice...</title><content type='html'>Desde que aprendi a ler, enfio a cara nos livros. E leio, e também escrevo, mesmo sem fazer muito sentido pra quem venha a ler também. Mas as palavras, por si só, são as definições que fazem a expressão. Eu adoro! Me relaxa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começo citando a última leitura, finalizada mês passado, de uma autora que me fascinou.: Clarice Lispector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BhK9-NfZ0g/SwqeHkl8MKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/cwK9ailiuCE/s1600/aguaviva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BhK9-NfZ0g/SwqeHkl8MKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/cwK9ailiuCE/s320/aguaviva.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407308155530784930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Água Viva&lt;/span&gt; se mostra uma divagação profunda do universo da autora. Uma linguagem que particularmente adoro, a forma de se desenvolver um texto através de relações paradigmáticas, partindo da própria essência de Clarice. Ela escreve com o existencialismo característico, e uma certa tendência ao sombrio que carrega em sua estilística.&lt;br /&gt;Acho, e isso é uma opinião pessoal, que apesar de ser uma leitura rica em detalhes, cai em exagero esse universo cinzento de Clarice Lispector. De fato, ela devia ter sua inspiração "patológica" baseada em uma vida bastante conturbada, e sem entrar em detalhes nos problemas que a autora possa ter vivido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, estava lendo que está sendo lançada uma tradução da biografia de Clarice Lispector, autoria de Benjamin Moser. Deve ser um mergulho de tirar o fôlego, entrar nesse mundo dela. Não espero a hora de folhear as páginas desse livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso, me distraio lendo &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Perto do Coração Selvagem&lt;/span&gt; - que até agora, não me atraiu tanto quanto &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Água Viva&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Fainbaum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834410420330509657-6145949342216852051?l=entre-puntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/feeds/6145949342216852051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2009/11/pra-comecar-clarice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/6145949342216852051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/6145949342216852051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2009/11/pra-comecar-clarice.html' title='Pra começar, Clarice...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BhK9-NfZ0g/SUFdadwXmRI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oKsDOjPoLlI/S220/dentes.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BhK9-NfZ0g/SwqeHkl8MKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/cwK9ailiuCE/s72-c/aguaviva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834410420330509657.post-1944654645837676696</id><published>2009-11-20T10:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:34:05.947-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compras'/><title type='text'>Adquisições recentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHr2HCxMWow/SwaZ_PDx0gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K0K8trlb9Ak/s1600/P1030432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHr2HCxMWow/SwaZ_PDx0gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K0K8trlb9Ak/s320/P1030432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406177714358047234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHr2HCxMWow/SwaZmEQp2-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/obmFcDykLQM/s320/P1030431.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406177281962531810" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tradução e Adaptação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; de Lauro Maia Amorim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O presente trabalho tem como objetivo não apenas apresentar e discutir as nuances relativas ao conceito de adaptação, mas, sobretudo, sua relação inevitável com a prática tradutória. Para tanto, o percurso teórico empreendido vem explorar os aspectos complexos que caracterizam a própria concepção de tradução na pós-modernidade, avaliando a problemática da identidade da tradução perante outras formas de reescritura. Nesse sentido, o trabalho aborda as relações entre tradução e adaptação, refletindo sobre os limites em que essas reescrituras se inscrevem. Têm-se como objetivo, avaliar em que medida elas não se excluiriam e de que modo suas fronteiras são concebidas no discurso de tradutores, adaptadores e teóricos da tradução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ser ou não  Ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;de Javier Guix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A busca por si mesmo, a formação pessoal e coletiva e o sentido da vida se transformaram no tema central de nossa existência, cada vez mais desapegada de intermediários sociais e insatisfeita com a maneira como o mundo funciona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Luciana Onofre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7834410420330509657-1944654645837676696?l=entre-puntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/feeds/1944654645837676696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2009/11/adquisicoes-recentes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/1944654645837676696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/1944654645837676696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2009/11/adquisicoes-recentes.html' title='Adquisições recentes'/><author><name>Luciana Onofre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02082713185234083354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHr2HCxMWow/SwGclSQTQHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JFit3SbiSYs/S220/P1030225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHr2HCxMWow/SwaZ_PDx0gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K0K8trlb9Ak/s72-c/P1030432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834410420330509657.post-2906408780251340519</id><published>2009-11-18T22:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:59:30.498-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cumbres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brontë'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='borrascosas'/><title type='text'>La mejor para mí</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y debo decir que la mejor obra para mí, de todo mis tiempos es Cumbres Borrascosas (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;) de Emile Brontë...&lt;br /&gt;Las sinúmeras tensiones. Las infinitas incorrecciones humanas. Las más de mil y una noches sin sombras allí presentadas, me obliga a siempre desear leerlo nuevamente.&lt;br /&gt;En portugués conocida como Morro dos Ventos Uivantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luciana Onofre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834410420330509657-2906408780251340519?l=entre-puntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/feeds/2906408780251340519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-mejor-para-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/2906408780251340519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/2906408780251340519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-mejor-para-mi.html' title='La mejor para mí'/><author><name>Luciana Onofre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02082713185234083354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHr2HCxMWow/SwGclSQTQHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JFit3SbiSYs/S220/P1030225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834410420330509657.post-5394438235796464826</id><published>2009-11-18T15:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:13:47.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Puedo aún sentir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puedo sentir el olor de una vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aunque esa vez esté perdida en el tiempo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De todos los encuentros.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El sonido que tu respiracion emitía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a mi oido &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cuando tu boca reposaba em mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;regazo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puedo sentir el miedo a que no nos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alcanzara el tiempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El color del día, de la noche a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cada una de las despedidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puedo sentir la sensación de espera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que me acometía apenas te veía partir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escuchar aun nuestras voces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;en tantas palabras dichas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tantas promesas hechas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tantos futuros dibujados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puedo sentir el viento frío&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de las noches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;en que los días no veían fin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puedo repasar con mis pies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;todas las calles que junto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a los tuyos caminé...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y puedo sentir como si al&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doblar de la esquina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aun estás allí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parado em el mismo lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En que te dejé.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puedo sentir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que aun queda mucho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por decir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por ocurrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luciana Onofre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834410420330509657-5394438235796464826?l=entre-puntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/feeds/5394438235796464826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2009/11/puedo-aun-sentir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/5394438235796464826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/5394438235796464826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2009/11/puedo-aun-sentir.html' title='Puedo aún sentir'/><author><name>Luciana Onofre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02082713185234083354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHr2HCxMWow/SwGclSQTQHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JFit3SbiSYs/S220/P1030225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834410420330509657.post-5900229673879751909</id><published>2009-11-17T22:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:10:48.879-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sintiendo'/><title type='text'>Sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;SENTIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES"&gt; SENTIDO&lt;br /&gt;SENTIMIENTO&lt;br /&gt;SIN SENTIDO&lt;br /&gt;SIN SENTIR&lt;br /&gt;SINTIENDO&lt;br /&gt;SENTIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL SUFRIMIENTO&lt;br /&gt;DOLOR&lt;br /&gt;ANGUSTIA&lt;br /&gt;SENTIDO&lt;br /&gt;SIN SENTIDO&lt;br /&gt;DOLOR&lt;br /&gt;AUSENCIA&lt;br /&gt;HUECO&lt;br /&gt;OCULTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTIDO &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Luciana Onofre&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834410420330509657-5900229673879751909?l=entre-puntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/feeds/5900229673879751909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2009/11/sentido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/5900229673879751909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/5900229673879751909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2009/11/sentido.html' title='Sentido'/><author><name>Luciana Onofre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02082713185234083354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHr2HCxMWow/SwGclSQTQHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JFit3SbiSYs/S220/P1030225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834410420330509657.post-8504076850086415055</id><published>2009-11-16T15:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:20:48.963-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demonios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leer'/><title type='text'>De las letras y otros demonios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IJMCiBfBDw/SwGX7Mup7CI/AAAAAAAABjo/PJsqOwi2oAw/s1600/Gentili_Generous_by_alexporfavor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IJMCiBfBDw/SwGX7Mup7CI/AAAAAAAABjo/PJsqOwi2oAw/s320/Gentili_Generous_by_alexporfavor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leer es para mí la única forma que tenemos para darle formas a las formas que otros han pensado.&lt;br /&gt;Ni películas ni cuadros podrán llegar a ser un&amp;nbsp; día nuestras formas.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque de ellas nos adueñemos, les tengamos propiedad, las tengamos en manos, serán siempre las formas transformadas en formas por otras formas,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca las nuestras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es claro que la letra en si, es una forma que ya fue idealizada siglos antes que siquiera pudieramos soñar con leer.&lt;br /&gt;Pero ellas a mi ver son mediadoras de lo que la mente que las emplea supone, siente, imagina.&lt;br /&gt;Y son las mediadoras inmediatas entre nuestras idealizaciones y las de quienes desean exponerlas, y compartirlas con todos.&lt;br /&gt;No todos, pero si los todos que desean invadir esas formas y darles las suyas, a ideas ajenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sin duda alguna sin lectura no tendríamos más que dos centímetros de universo por delante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unos pasaremos la vida apenas leyendo, otros leeremos y escribiremos.&lt;br /&gt;Y entre los que pensábamos jamás poder ser leídos, hoy lo somos, mediante este sistema mecánico, tecnológico, futurístico, la Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque existamos los que siempre iremos preferir el papel en los dedos, el libro en el regazo, tenemos que darle la medida correcta al peso invalorable que hay en poder leer sin sostener al papel, aquí, en esta pantalla. Que siendo antagonista de autores y editoras, puesto que hay por ahí millones de sube y baja de títulos aún no de domínio público, este demoniete tiene su valor, la lectura al día, el contacto con otros lectores, que jamás serán vistos u oídos al vivo y en directo, pero son vistos, sentidos, por el empleo del coment instantáneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De demonios también podemos sacar una buena lectura.&lt;br /&gt;De las letras hacerlos sócios, y de ambos andar de la mano bajo los faroles del maravilloso mundo nuevo, que no es hoy apenas una ficción, y sí nos tragó en su esencia y nos hace de él, protagonistas interactivos, y lectores ávidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea como sea, leer nos permite tener más que dos centímentros de universos personales por delante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luciana Onofre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834410420330509657-8504076850086415055?l=entre-puntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/feeds/8504076850086415055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-las-letras-y-otros-demonios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/8504076850086415055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834410420330509657/posts/default/8504076850086415055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entre-puntos.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-las-letras-y-otros-demonios.html' title='De las letras y otros demonios...'/><author><name>Luciana Onofre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WS11f-LYFpk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/T3olJEJVPaI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IJMCiBfBDw/SwGX7Mup7CI/AAAAAAAABjo/PJsqOwi2oAw/s72-c/Gentili_Generous_by_alexporfavor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
