<?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-1436061604012655229</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:16:24.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosália Milsztajn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosaliamilsztajn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436061604012655229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosaliamilsztajn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rosália Milsztajn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335467821237382693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCbQ7WRf_28/S4rdD-f-dCI/AAAAAAAAACo/dxUSxLpUXRE/S220/ros.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436061604012655229.post-3671394219439644713</id><published>2010-02-28T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:32:45.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCbQ7WRf_28/S4sMKQiGeuI/AAAAAAAAADk/t0EioMZLzCQ/s1600-h/capa+Aqui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCbQ7WRf_28/S4sMKQiGeuI/AAAAAAAAADk/t0EioMZLzCQ/s400/capa+Aqui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443457944983599842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Livro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aqui Dentro de Mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editora Aeroplano, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A autora mostra a vitalidade do cruzamento de sua competência psicanalítica, mergulhando fundo nos sentimentos e sintomas de uma mulher de sua época, e o trabalho cuidadoso e ousado, sem falsos pudores, com o horizonte de uma linguagem visceral em busca da expressão mais profunda da alma feminina e de sua experiência histórico-social”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Heloísa Buarque de Hollanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;À venda através do email &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahistoriadosseios@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCbQ7WRf_28/S4sO2GayWiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6PtnPG0SzVs/s1600-h/capa+luminosidades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCbQ7WRf_28/S4sO2GayWiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6PtnPG0SzVs/s400/capa+luminosidades.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443460897206065698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Livro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luminosidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editora 7Letras, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O que salta aos olhos na poesia de Rosália Milsztajn é, sobretudo, a transparência no dizer. A forma quase crua de apanhar a vida e sacudí-la em versos”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Salgado Maranhão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;À venda através do email &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahistoriadosseios@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCbQ7WRf_28/S4sNS2e7keI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ssq7gI55IEs/s1600-h/capa+Itgadal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCbQ7WRf_28/S4sNS2e7keI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ssq7gI55IEs/s400/capa+Itgadal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443459192121430498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Livro&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Itgadal, memória dos ausentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editora Diadorim, 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“E haverá na vida algo que não seja a perda? E para os homens, haverá coisa pior que a consciência disso? E se uma poeta - no caso Rosália Milsztajn - assume suas perdas na plena efusão lírica, pode haver coisa mais bela?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Roberto Pontes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esgotado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCbQ7WRf_28/S4sPFnzDCLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GhLaqSUyU7E/s1600-h/capa+no+azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCbQ7WRf_28/S4sPFnzDCLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GhLaqSUyU7E/s400/capa+no+azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443461163864230066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Livro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editora Imago, 1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ao compartilhar a unidade da alma decomposta nos pedaços que necessita organizar para integrar-se na unidade buscada, a autora faz o mistério poético transitar para o leitor em linguagem clara e comunicativa”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Bella Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Esgotado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;© Rosália Milsztajn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.ahistoriadosseios.blogspot.com/"&gt;Voltar para A História dos Seios&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1436061604012655229-3671394219439644713?l=rosaliamilsztajn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosaliamilsztajn.blogspot.com/feeds/3671394219439644713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rosaliamilsztajn.blogspot.com/2010/02/livro-aqui-dentro-de-mim-editora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436061604012655229/posts/default/3671394219439644713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436061604012655229/posts/default/3671394219439644713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosaliamilsztajn.blogspot.com/2010/02/livro-aqui-dentro-de-mim-editora.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosália Milsztajn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335467821237382693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCbQ7WRf_28/S4rdD-f-dCI/AAAAAAAAACo/dxUSxLpUXRE/S220/ros.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCbQ7WRf_28/S4sMKQiGeuI/AAAAAAAAADk/t0EioMZLzCQ/s72-c/capa+Aqui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
