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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>No one really cares or wonders why anymore …</description><title>Sid Vicious de Moraes</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @cabidela)</generator><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"It was during my second semester at Berkeley that I auditioned for, and was cast as, Woyzeck in the..."</title><description>“It was during my second semester at Berkeley that I auditioned for, and was cast as, Woyzeck in the German Expressionist drama Woyzeck, by Georg Biichner. It was while I was performing Woyzeck that I met the great French film director Jean Renoir. My relationship with Renoir literally changed my life. I’ve learned there are two or three times during a lifetime when something happens that alters the course of that life. We meet someone, go somewhere, or do something we’ve never done before, and those moments are the possibilities that guide us to where we’re supposed to go and what we’re supposed to do with our lives. People say I was extremely fortunate to be working with Renoir, that it was a chance and fortuitous accident of being in the right place at the right time. That’s true. But over the years, I’ve learned not to believe too much in luck or accidents; I think everything happens for a reason. There’s something to be learned from every moment, every experience we encounter during the brief time we spend on this planet. Call it fate, call it destiny, call it what you will; it really doesn’t matter.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Syd Field in his Introduction to his book “Screenplay: the foundations of Screenwriting” (2005, Random House)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/40745332680</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/40745332680</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2013 00:36:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Por aí.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Vou mostrando como sou&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;E vou sendo como posso,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jogando meu corpo no mundo,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Andando por todos os cantos&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;E pela lei natural dos encontros&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eu deixo e recebo um tanto&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;E passo aos olhos nus&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ou vestidos de lunetas,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Passado, presente,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Participo sendo o mistério do planeta;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;O tríplice mistério do &amp;#8220;stop&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Que eu passo por e sendo ele&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No que fica em cada um,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No que sigo o meu caminho&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;E no ar que fez e assistiu&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abra um parênteses, não esqueça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que independente disso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não passo de um malandro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De um moleque do Brasil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que peço e dou esmolas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mas ando e penso sempre com mais de um,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Por isso ninguém vê minha sacola&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/40327107708</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/40327107708</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2013 04:55:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7pb210vUI1qkww7to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/29031633385</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/29031633385</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 00:13:14 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx2vdyFTpv1qz9kzio1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/29031595176</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/29031595176</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 00:12:38 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7mss74DjU1qgu71io1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/29031170907</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/29031170907</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 00:06:02 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>New York, you’re perfect

Don’t please don’t...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7tbne1SIw1qbz2szo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;New York, you’re perfect&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Don’t please don’t change a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/28118361553</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/28118361553</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2012 05:28:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>hipsterrrrrrr</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m59p6gPYrw1qbz2szo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;hipsterrrrrrr&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/24635246407</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/24635246407</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2012 18:01:28 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>A VIDA COMO ELA É
De um grande site de compra coletiva para uma...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m59p4toTMd1qbz2szo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;A VIDA COMO ELA É&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;De um grande site de compra coletiva para uma super-lotação de transporte animal barato.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/24635173469</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/24635173469</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2012 18:00:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m59oxoqxhu1qbz2szo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/24634891870</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/24634891870</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2012 17:56:12 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>pois é né gente.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m59otka9rM1qbz2szo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;pois é né gente.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/24634728361</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/24634728361</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2012 17:53:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Quando você deixa de ser trollado pela vida e passa a ser um...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m59osd0SNJ1qbz2szo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft='{"type":1,"tn":"K"}'&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft='{"type":3}'&gt;Quando você deixa de ser trollado pela vida e passa a ser um troll dela mesma.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Quem trolla aqui sou eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/24634677178</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/24634677178</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2012 17:53:01 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>drogueras-estupidas:

FELIZ

kk</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0g8inCx7B1rqw465o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://drogueras-estupidas.tumblr.com/post/21470180615/feliz"&gt;drogueras-estupidas&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;FELIZ&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;kk&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/21572004769</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/21572004769</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2012 10:54:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Se tivesse que dar um conselho a um jovem escritor, diria que escrevesse sobre algo que lhe..."</title><description>“Se tivesse que dar um conselho a um jovem escritor, diria que escrevesse sobre algo que lhe aconteceu; é fácil perceber se um escritor está escrevendo sobre algo que lhe aconteceu ou sobre algo que leu ou ouviu falar… Diverte-me que elogiem minha obra sobretudo pela imaginação, quando na verdade não há nela uma única linha que não se baseie na realidade.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Gabriel García Márquez&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/20229234017</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/20229234017</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2012 12:04:37 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Escritores não são pessoas boas. O que me intriga é que os milhares de leitores que ainda restam no..."</title><description>“Escritores não são pessoas boas. O que me intriga é que os milhares de leitores que ainda restam no mundo, como vocês, essas almas bem-intencionadas aí na platéia me ouvindo, não se apercebam dessa verdade simples e universal. (…) O leitor é crédulo – acredita no que está escrito e acredita nos que escrevem. Os que escrevem têm ‘o dom’. É aí que fazemos a festa. Ninguém percebe que a matéria-prima da literatura é o desprezo. O que me irrita, ao olhar para mim mesmo, é essa dependência gosmenta das outras pessoas, não para sobreviver, o que até seria justo, mas para me alimentar delas.(…)Um pai entregaria a filha a um escritor, feliz da vida, sem saber o que a espera.(…) É uma coisa óbvia: se escritores fossem boas pessoas, exerceriam alguma atividade decente da sociedade humana, algo que de fato fosse solicitado pela vizinhança da espécie; seriam seres normais, capazes da convivência e de todos esses valores humanistas que eles às vezes cantam de dedo em riste, incapazes de aplicar na própria vida. Escrever é sempre a expressão de um fracasso, com o qual não se aprende nada – ao contrário da vida real, em que o erro nos melhora.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;trecho de Beatriz, Cristovão Tezza. (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://umamulherzinha.tumblr.com/"&gt;umamulherzinha&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/17272319811</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/17272319811</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 13:54:05 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyd06kGW4x1qz78ofo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/17218168539</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/17218168539</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 14:00:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I believe in fiction.</title><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/12712546965</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/12712546965</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 19:33:22 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>
George is dead. And Izzie is gone. And we’re all...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lukpg0ocd31qbz2szo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;George is dead. And Izzie is gone. And we’re all different.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We’re different…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes it takes a huge loss to remind you of what you care about the most. Sometimes you found yourself becoming stronger as a result, wiser, better equipped to deal with the next big disaster that comes along.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But not always…&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/12712450373</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/12712450373</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 19:31:12 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liujctepfZ1qgwgjgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/7024953565</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/7024953565</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 19:48:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>24 anos de ilusões</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;#8217;d say that this is darkest song I ever wrote.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;No hint of a smile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;or the usual quirky anecdotes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, this is a song about someone knew what not to say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;what not to do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;so now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I&amp;#8217;ll just be honest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that no one ever leaves,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8216;cause I don&amp;#8217;t wanna be alone with me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;not with the things that rush up and down this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;symphonous smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here comes the love anxiety,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;can&amp;#8217;t let it grab a hold of me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;not after last time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/6513995168</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/6513995168</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 01:46:55 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"… we are only fiction. We are only the idea we have of ourselves."</title><description>“… we are only fiction. We are only the idea we have of ourselves.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Edmond Jabès, from &lt;em&gt;Cut of Time&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://mirroir.tumblr.com/"&gt;mirroir&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/5672366892</link><guid>http://cabidela.tumblr.com/post/5672366892</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2011 15:04:58 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
