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        <title><![CDATA[Stories by Victor H. Machado on Medium]]></title>
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            <title><![CDATA[O pecado dos workaholics]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2022 19:08:28 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2022-11-15T19:08:28.337Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*sWrNYtmX7e5OdiYgD1ooDQ.jpeg" /><figcaption>Foto de <a href="https://unsplash.com/@madhatterzone">Manja Vitolic</a></figcaption></figure><p>sono da tarde<br>deleite dos deuses<br>recostar-se enquanto o mundo carrega peso nas costas<br>as pálpebras amolecem<br>cedem ao tombo<br>nessa hora a carne é fraca<br>na consciência deixo uma placa<br><em>Retornaremos <br>com a programação normal<br>de problemas<br>em 30 minutos.</em></p><p>…</p><p>Conheça o meu livro “<a href="https://www.amazon.com.br/gp/product/B09TS9B22J/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i0">A sua respiração combina com a minha</a>”.</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=72a306de332c" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Troféu]]></title>
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            <category><![CDATA[vida]]></category>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Victor H. Machado]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2022 01:33:15 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2022-10-13T01:37:54.367Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Quando crescer<br>lembre-se de quando era<br>uma criança</p><p>que machucava o joelho<br>limpava o sangue<br>limpava as lágrimas<br>e erguia-se corajosamente<br>com seu troféu exposto no joelho<br>e voltava a brincar<br>e voltava a sorrir<br>ainda mais forte<br>ainda mais cheia de vida.</p><p>…</p><p>Conheça o meu livro “<a href="https://www.amazon.com.br/gp/product/B09TS9B22J/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i0">A sua respiração combina com a minha</a>”.</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=7e3529a8c863" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Me Beija Desse Jeito?]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Victor H. Machado]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2018 21:35:16 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2018-10-21T21:35:16.632Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*MTX8vPub0a4UQqnXUUj8ZQ.jpeg" /><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/tDms5laF5s0?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Niki Sanders</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/search/photos/kiss?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p>quando me beijar<br>seja tudo<br>menos sutil</p><p>pois sutileza é o que me deixa<br>em dúvida<br>se minha boca é a fruta<br>que você diz<br>que tanto almeja</p><p>sutileza eu quero<br>apenas<br>na forma como o beija-flor<br>trata a flor</p><p>mas de você<br>eu quero sentir o gosto<br>da FOME<br>que vem da sua boca</p><p>e quero que cada beijo seu<br>seja como o beijo de despedida<br>entre o soldado e a sua amada<br>no aeroporto</p><p>quero um beijo que diga<br>TE-AMO-TANTO-QUE-NÃO-CABE-EM-MIM<br>e assim,<br>beijo após beijo,<br>serei devorado vivo<br>até morrer<br>de amor.</p><p><em>poema recitado:</em> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZravXQ2hIE8">youtube.com/watch?v=ZravXQ2hIE8</a></p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=7ebca64bc576" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[No quintal…já fez?]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Victor H. Machado]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2018 20:43:26 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2018-08-27T20:43:26.716Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*kSEIsB58B1v4gdnbw9KRow.jpeg" /><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/Nq8yf0t2TRs?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Zuza Gałczyńska</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/search/photos/hammock?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p>eu &amp; você<br>vista pro mar<br>uma rede<br>e um quintal sorrindo com girassóis</p><p>14:37h <br>o mar canta<br>a brisa é fresca<br>e uma dúvida<br>dança na minha cabeça:</p><p>- no quintal…já fez?</p><p>eu &amp; você <br>estremecendo o Universo a céu aberto<br>e criando sinfonia com gemidos<br>(dizem que nessa noite <br>os girassóis<br>torceram o pescoço<br>só pra assistir<br>o nosso show)</p><p><em>Mais poemas no </em><a href="https://www.instagram.com/vhwriter"><strong><em>Instagram</em></strong></a><em>.</em></p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=a7fd22e39104" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[É a vida]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Victor H. Machado]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sun, 05 Aug 2018 13:35:50 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2018-08-05T13:35:50.928Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*DLiaI1m2V_sxE1zGmF2Alg.jpeg" /><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/OP2YXOUspjQ?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Bonnie Kittle</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/search/photos/bird-hand?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p>já falei, já falei<br>não há escapatória:<br>mesmo que seu coração seja<br>o mais frio<br>dentre todos os corações das<br>terras mais frias<br>desse mundo</p><p>UM DIA,<br>um maldito<br>par de olhos<br>te pega<br>de jeito<br>e você vira<br>passarinho<br>domesticado<br>sorrindo à toa</p><p>é a vida.</p><p><em>Mais poemas no </em><a href="http://www.instagram.com/vhwriter"><strong><em>INSTAGRAM</em></strong></a><strong><em>.</em></strong></p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=6c56c3836584" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Três segundos]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Victor H. Machado]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2018 21:49:52 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2018-05-20T21:49:52.813Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*l5SfLqTLi6zmWz7m9L3p6Q.jpeg" /><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/XU5lNez5TEs?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Dan Bøțan</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/@danutzuzu?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p>eu <br>num ônibus<br>você<br>no outro</p><p>[verde]<br>o semáforo<br>abre<br>seu ônibus<br>parte:</p><p>eu sei<br>o tempo foi<br>curto<br>mas nesses três<br>segundos<br>nossos olhos<br>famintos<br>fizeram até <em>amor</em></p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=430f70b0b725" width="1" height="1" alt=""><hr><p><a href="https://medium.com/revista-in-comoda/tr%C3%AAs-segundos-430f70b0b725">Três segundos</a> was originally published in <a href="https://medium.com/revista-in-comoda">Revista in-Cômoda</a> on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Lugares onde o amor se esconde]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Victor H. Machado]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2018 19:26:59 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2018-04-10T19:26:59.396Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*NFeIbFkk6ihUler9G_VIsg.jpeg" /><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/I63YZy3S9Ns?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Jake Thacker</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/search/photos/grandma?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p>num café de vó<br>num canto de bem-te-vi<br>num jardim florido<br>numa foto antiga<br>num reencontro no aeroporto<br>numa lágrima de despedida<br>num travesseiro com seu cheiro<br>num entrelaçar de dedos<br>num pôr do sol contigo<br>num poema inspirado em ti</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=c71beb8d3166" width="1" height="1" alt=""><hr><p><a href="https://medium.com/revista-in-comoda/lugares-onde-o-amor-se-esconde-c71beb8d3166">Lugares onde o amor se esconde</a> was originally published in <a href="https://medium.com/revista-in-comoda">Revista in-Cômoda</a> on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Erga-se]]></title>
            <link>https://medium.com/revista-in-comoda/erga-se-1272c77e93ad?source=rss-17adec6f74a8------2</link>
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            <category><![CDATA[depressão]]></category>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Victor H. Machado]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2018 08:58:49 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2018-03-22T08:58:49.841Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*tjnuUlI-P_ABrAJToItuZQ.jpeg" /><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/c0GRJ3Nadmw?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Sérgio Rola</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/search/photos/janela?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p>quando te quebrarem<br>o riso<br>os sonhos<br>a alma</p><p>ERGA-SE<br>abra a janela<br>e abrace o SOL</p><p>mas e essas nuvens de um cinza tão escuro?<br>mas e esse céu cheio de corvos?<br>mas e esse arco-íris sem cor alguma?</p><p>o primeiro passo é o mais difícil<br>o primeiro passo, na verdade, <br>é um cair <br>pra frente</p><p>você <br>rasga o joelho<br>suja a cara de terra<br>engole sangue (teu sangue)</p><p>mas, ainda assim, é um passo à frente</p><p>então vai,<br>o SOL tá logo ali:<br>esperando pelo teu abraço</p><p>e lembre-se:<br>você não precisa brilhar<br>logo de primeira</p><p>você só precisa<br>se erguer<br>manhã após manhã<br>e de pouquinho em pouquinho<br>um dia<br>você volta<br>a sorrir<br>feito<br>o SOL</p><p><em>poema recitado disponível no </em><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qisy-gibtZw"><strong><em>YouTube</em></strong></a><em>.</em></p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=1272c77e93ad" width="1" height="1" alt=""><hr><p><a href="https://medium.com/revista-in-comoda/erga-se-1272c77e93ad">Erga-se</a> was originally published in <a href="https://medium.com/revista-in-comoda">Revista in-Cômoda</a> on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Vulcões de ontem à noite]]></title>
            <link>https://medium.com/revista-in-comoda/vulc%C3%B5es-de-ontem-%C3%A0-noite-6a3e22a80d1e?source=rss-17adec6f74a8------2</link>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Victor H. Machado]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2018 00:25:50 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2018-03-14T00:25:50.174Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*wHbg3pCiEmn7um13sfn2cQ.jpeg" /><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/T_Sn8WCjRiA?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Anna Sastre</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/search/photos/sex?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p>minha boca<br>sua nuca</p><p>suas costas<br>minhas unhas</p><p>suas coxas<br>minha língua</p><p>seu gemido<br>sinfonia</p><p>nossa cama<br>estremecida</p><p>nossos corpos<br>em atrito</p><p>nossas almas<br>no infinito</p><p>dois vulcões<br>enfurecidos</p><p>paraíso<br>ERUPÇÃO</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=6a3e22a80d1e" width="1" height="1" alt=""><hr><p><a href="https://medium.com/revista-in-comoda/vulc%C3%B5es-de-ontem-%C3%A0-noite-6a3e22a80d1e">Vulcões de ontem à noite</a> was originally published in <a href="https://medium.com/revista-in-comoda">Revista in-Cômoda</a> on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Vai, menina]]></title>
            <link>https://medium.com/revista-in-comoda/vai-menina-fbec22e00074?source=rss-17adec6f74a8------2</link>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Victor H. Machado]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Fri, 09 Mar 2018 13:41:41 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2018-03-09T13:41:41.888Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*BI0wZOjEKMsDcfx4fI0Mhw.jpeg" /><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/G1iYCeCW2EI?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Harry Quan</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/search/photos/eyes?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p>vai, menina<br>o mundo é <br>grande<br>mas tem o tamanho <em>exato</em><br>do seu abraço</p><p>o mundo, às vezes,<br>é sujo:<br>por isso não se esqueça<br>que lágrima<br>é também água<br>que purifica</p><p>e, por favor,<br>não caia na armadilha de <br><em>tentar ser alguém na vida</em><br>e acabar se esquecendo<br>de ser<br>você mesma</p><p>então, vai<br>sorria, sorria e sorria!<br>o mundo é um jardim <br>muito sério<br>e seu riso é doença <br>séria<br>que contagia</p><p>mostre pro João, pro Fernando e pra Maria<br>que felicidade é <br>uma questão de escolha<br>e você a escolhe <br>todo dia</p><p>então devore <br>o MUNDO<br>sem piedade e <br>com muita gula<br>sua alma é a impressão digital do<br>universo<br>é linda<br>e única</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=fbec22e00074" width="1" height="1" alt=""><hr><p><a href="https://medium.com/revista-in-comoda/vai-menina-fbec22e00074">Vai, menina</a> was originally published in <a href="https://medium.com/revista-in-comoda">Revista in-Cômoda</a> on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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