<?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-1277994453192842266</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:01:49.146-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugo Zapparoli</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugozapparoli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1277994453192842266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugozapparoli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hugo Zapparoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247702740086375040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1277994453192842266.post-6143296950917824019</id><published>2007-10-18T11:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:27:45.244-02:00</updated><title type='text'>""""""Pra lá NunCa +""""""</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estava lá,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sozinho e com frio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perdido no vazio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do escuro sombrio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daqui enxergo seu brilho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fraco, inútil...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amassado estava lá,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no cantinho dum quadrado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem portas nem janelas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preso ao nada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pensando, pensando...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontrou a saída,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saiu de fininho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem se despediu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do amigo silêncio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se calou para sempre,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de nada mais fala,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não mais julga os outros.&lt;/strong&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/1277994453192842266-6143296950917824019?l=hugozapparoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugozapparoli.blogspot.com/feeds/6143296950917824019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1277994453192842266&amp;postID=6143296950917824019' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1277994453192842266/posts/default/6143296950917824019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1277994453192842266/posts/default/6143296950917824019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugozapparoli.blogspot.com/2007/10/pra-l-nunca.html' title='&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;Pra lá NunCa +&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;'/><author><name>Hugo Zapparoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247702740086375040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1277994453192842266.post-2664940353014002978</id><published>2007-06-14T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:11:34.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou eu ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dfl0pS26fJc/RnCEyBaUbvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pkw1R7B1QQk/s1600-h/louco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075702774953701106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dfl0pS26fJc/RnCEyBaUbvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pkw1R7B1QQk/s320/louco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Essa pergunta não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sái&lt;/span&gt; de minha mente, QUEM SOU EU?, as vezes acho que sou louco, por não saber responde-la, mas sei que a vida, ao longo caminho que percorrerei, me responderá com muita sinceridade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olá pessoal, meu nome é Hugo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zapparoli&lt;/span&gt;, tenho 20 anos, moro em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uberlândia&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MG&lt;/span&gt; e sou um escritor marginal, amante de tal arte. Escrevo à pouco tempo, comecei (pra valer) com 18 anos. Decide ser escritor logo após uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;descepção&lt;/span&gt; amorosa, eu era um daqueles amantes do amor, acreditava que somente amando viveria melhor, mas não, o amor nos esconde as verdades da vida, muitas vezes vai contra essas verdades, nos proibindo de viver. O amor me fez uma pergunta: ela, ou eu? logo respondi: ela(a liberdade). Vivia preso aquela pessoa, vivendo somente como ela queria viver, pra ela não interessava meus sonhos, meus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;projetos&lt;/span&gt; e minha liberdade, ela somente queria viver e achava que eu viveria melhor do jeito dela. Mas quando respondi a pergunta, tudo se acabou(graças), não aguentava mais aquela prisão, achava que morreria sem viver... Descobri que a vida é linda, e nos revela a cada instante a loucura de viver na liberdade, sem ter que dar satisfação a ninguém, sem se preocupar com o amanhã(pois não o conheço). Passei a degustar a vida em instantes, tudo eu tiro como ensinamento, até mesmo os erros, que eu não os julgo como "erros". Para ensinar, primeiramente precisamos olhar para o espelho e analisar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;oque&lt;/span&gt; vemos, se aquilo é verdade, se vive a verdade. Não sou um personagem da vida, não me escondo de nada, não tenho medo de nada, pois em meu pensar tudo é criado pela mente, ela é meu DEUS. O homem cria um ser superior(DEUS), para ter medo de algo. Não somos inferiores a ninguém, somos nossos próprios deuses, pois acredito que o homem é capaz de tudo, o impossível não existe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero que degustem minha arte e de muitos outros companheiros de estrada, que estão aqui e ali divulgando e correndo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;atráz&lt;/span&gt; de espaço para maior divulgação. A arte marginal em um todo é vista por muitos leigos, como arte de malandro, mas não, isso não tem nada a ver, arte marginal é a arte que nasce na periferia, a arte que encontra barreiras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;burocraticas&lt;/span&gt; e capitalistas para sua divulgação, por isso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;peço&lt;/span&gt; a todos, vamos divulgar a arte. A periferia é linda, e tem muito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;oque&lt;/span&gt; nos mostrar e ensinar, precisamos incentivar o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;artísta&lt;/span&gt; marginal, pois muitos não reconhecem seus trabalhos como obras artísticas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Zapparoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escritor Marginal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1277994453192842266-2664940353014002978?l=hugozapparoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugozapparoli.blogspot.com/feeds/2664940353014002978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1277994453192842266&amp;postID=2664940353014002978' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1277994453192842266/posts/default/2664940353014002978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1277994453192842266/posts/default/2664940353014002978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugozapparoli.blogspot.com/2007/06/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem sou eu ?'/><author><name>Hugo Zapparoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247702740086375040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dfl0pS26fJc/RnCEyBaUbvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pkw1R7B1QQk/s72-c/louco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1277994453192842266.post-7356048979910066970</id><published>2007-06-13T21:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:34:15.231-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao pequeno GRANDE poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Me inspiro na tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;pra compor a bela arte,&lt;br /&gt;de tal linda natureza&lt;br /&gt;que às vezes me reparte,&lt;br /&gt;em pedaços pela mesa.&lt;br /&gt;Goiabada com queijo&lt;br /&gt;é novidade a nossa volta.&lt;br /&gt;O pequeno poeta,&lt;br /&gt;traz oque nos falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugo Zapparoli. (Homenagem a Rafael Oliveira)&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/1277994453192842266-7356048979910066970?l=hugozapparoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugozapparoli.blogspot.com/feeds/7356048979910066970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1277994453192842266&amp;postID=7356048979910066970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1277994453192842266/posts/default/7356048979910066970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1277994453192842266/posts/default/7356048979910066970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugozapparoli.blogspot.com/2007/06/ao-pequeno-grande-poeta-me-inspiro-na.html' title='Ao pequeno GRANDE poeta'/><author><name>Hugo Zapparoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14247702740086375040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
