<?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-34045452</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:27:43.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catarses.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-4481044206420620679</id><published>2007-06-17T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:15:22.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://corazon.blogia.com/upload/dolor_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://corazon.blogia.com/upload/dolor_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dizem que toda mudança causa algum tipo de dor. prefiro acreditar que toda dor causa um tipo de mudança, sempre.&lt;/em&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/34045452-4481044206420620679?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/4481044206420620679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=4481044206420620679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/4481044206420620679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/4481044206420620679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/06/dizem-que-toda-mudana-causa-algum-tipo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-7693864087390094983</id><published>2007-06-17T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:09:55.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vahalla.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/rosa%20vermelha%20neve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="152" alt="" src="http://vahalla.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/rosa%20vermelha%20neve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;se eu fosse uma estação, seria inverno, definitivamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34045452-7693864087390094983?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/7693864087390094983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=7693864087390094983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/7693864087390094983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/7693864087390094983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/06/se-eu-fosse-uma-estao-seria-inverno.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-2892000081434104319</id><published>2007-05-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T09:40:54.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.viver-na-alemanha.de/Img/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://www.viver-na-alemanha.de/Img/maos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu estava lá. ninguém me contou. eu vi. de repente eu era grande demais para os meus sonhos. e os sapatos de croché já não serviam mais...&lt;/em&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/34045452-2892000081434104319?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/2892000081434104319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=2892000081434104319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/2892000081434104319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/2892000081434104319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/05/eu-estava-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-911610342417480563</id><published>2007-05-21T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T18:57:46.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.catarseando.blogger.com.br/tangoIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://www.catarseando.blogger.com.br/tangoIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lembranças e maquiagens, saudades e meias, dúvidas e bolsas. nunca sei onde guardar minhas coisas...&lt;/em&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/34045452-911610342417480563?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/911610342417480563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=911610342417480563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/911610342417480563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/911610342417480563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/05/lembranas-e-maquiagens-saudades-e-meias.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-2109812928171474924</id><published>2007-05-15T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:15:12.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kanitz.com.br/imagens/artigos/emprego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://www.kanitz.com.br/imagens/artigos/emprego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mundo dos negócios: seu trabalho vale tanto quanto você faz ele valer. nenhum centavo a mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34045452-2109812928171474924?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/2109812928171474924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=2109812928171474924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/2109812928171474924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/2109812928171474924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/05/mundo-dos-negcios-seu-trabalho-vale.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-3219107579262157780</id><published>2007-05-13T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:49:45.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogfullmoon.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/certeza1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="134" alt="" src="http://blogfullmoon.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/certeza1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;nunca saberei a que caminhos escolhas diferentes poderiam ter me conduzido. a única certeza é a de que toda escolha tem uma conseqüência.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34045452-3219107579262157780?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/3219107579262157780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=3219107579262157780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/3219107579262157780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/3219107579262157780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/05/nunca-saberei-que-caminhos-escolhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-3337667684670651041</id><published>2007-05-04T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T19:50:46.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://singular.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/lua%20cheia12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://singular.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/lua%20cheia12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;era tarde. naquela hora da noite em que nada faz muito sentido, tudo fez tanto sentido que nem pude dormir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34045452-3337667684670651041?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/3337667684670651041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=3337667684670651041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/3337667684670651041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/3337667684670651041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/05/era-tarde.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-559818454602059274</id><published>2007-05-01T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:20:50.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://br.geocities.com/cecoim/abertura_low.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://br.geocities.com/cecoim/abertura_low.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- amor faz massagem no meu pé.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ah, não. no pé não. pé é uma coisa muito íntima. só depois de casar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- tá bom. então faz na perna, aqui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ah sim, aqui pode.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(risos. muitos risos).&lt;/em&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/34045452-559818454602059274?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/559818454602059274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=559818454602059274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/559818454602059274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/559818454602059274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/05/amor-faz-massagem-no-meu-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-7052482819548962440</id><published>2007-04-30T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:46:15.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.meta-nando.com/dotclear/images/illustrations/Saudade-Roberto-Marquino.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://www.meta-nando.com/dotclear/images/illustrations/Saudade-Roberto-Marquino.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma amiga lá do passado me disse hoje:&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;em&gt;depois de sete anos de casada, encontrei uma foto de um ex, no meu local de trabalho. aí liguei pra ele ir buscar, mas não disse quem era. como eu dei a entender que o conhecia, ele queria saber quem estava falando. e eu disse meu nome. aí ele ficou repetindo - aline... aline... que aline? aquilo foi pior que uma facada. percebi que todos aqueles anos em que eu secretamente guardava a lembrança daquele amor tórrido, fazia isso completamente sozinha. estava tudo só na minha cabeça". e ela disse ainda: "a gente fantasia demais. o tempo muda as pessoas, são só as lembranças que continuam as mesmas".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;isso merecia um livro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34045452-7052482819548962440?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/7052482819548962440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=7052482819548962440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/7052482819548962440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/7052482819548962440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/04/uma-amiga-l-do-passado-me-disse-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-612053552268469115</id><published>2007-04-29T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:33:16.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.consciencia.net/artes/olharesdomorro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://www.consciencia.net/artes/olharesdomorro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;o melhor ângulo de visão é de dentro dos olhos do outro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34045452-612053552268469115?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/612053552268469115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=612053552268469115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/612053552268469115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/612053552268469115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-melhor-ngulo-de-viso-de-dentro-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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-34045452.post-1804932488344242868</id><published>2007-04-25T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T09:10:29.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://osmanos.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://osmanos.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;dias de chuva são sempre os melhores. tudo depende do ponto-de-vista.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34045452-1804932488344242868?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/1804932488344242868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=1804932488344242868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/1804932488344242868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/1804932488344242868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/04/dias-de-chuva-so-sempre-os-melhores.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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-34045452.post-515658950876694047</id><published>2007-04-24T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:30:27.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://asxikas.no.sapo.pt/jan%2006/bebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://asxikas.no.sapo.pt/jan%2006/bebe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;sempre digo pra criança: não arranque a casquinha da ferida, se não, ela não cicatriza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(quando será que vou dizer isso a mim mesma?).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34045452-515658950876694047?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/515658950876694047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=515658950876694047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/515658950876694047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/515658950876694047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/04/sempre-digo-pra-criana-no-arranque.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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-34045452.post-3298045928581993370</id><published>2007-04-23T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T05:57:40.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://devaneioimagens.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://devaneioimagens.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/janela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A miragem de dias melhores às vezes ofusca a realidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34045452-3298045928581993370?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/3298045928581993370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=3298045928581993370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/3298045928581993370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/3298045928581993370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/04/miragem-de-dias-melhores-s-vezes-ofusca.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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-34045452.post-2893708648025242785</id><published>2007-04-19T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:17:05.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sweet.ua.pt/~a16796/pensador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="349" alt="" src="http://sweet.ua.pt/~a16796/pensador.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;se os pensadores deixassem de pensar a Educação no Brasil, para realizá-la, talvez ela realmente acontecesse .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34045452-2893708648025242785?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/2893708648025242785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=2893708648025242785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/2893708648025242785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/2893708648025242785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/04/se-os-pensadores-deixassem-de-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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-34045452.post-4630669932227205872</id><published>2007-04-16T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:24:15.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lucaguglielmo.com/IMMAGINISITO/Tempo%20nuovo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="http://lucaguglielmo.com/IMMAGINISITO/Tempo%20nuovo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;o tempo cura todas as coisas? por favor: vendam o tempo em frascos, com doses variadas e de preferência, com um preço bem acessível. caso contrário, não posso esperar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34045452-4630669932227205872?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/4630669932227205872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=4630669932227205872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/4630669932227205872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/4630669932227205872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-tempo-cura-todas-as-coisas-por-favor.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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-34045452.post-5652535910155916835</id><published>2007-04-15T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:57:29.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.photografos.com.br/users/propheta/normal_1151_estrada_do_amanhecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://www.photografos.com.br/users/propheta/normal_1151_estrada_do_amanhecer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; pra quem sabe ler nas entrelinhas, "na dúvida, não ultrapasse" não é só uma frase de sinalização no trânsito...&lt;/em&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/34045452-5652535910155916835?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/5652535910155916835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=5652535910155916835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/5652535910155916835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/5652535910155916835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/04/na-dvida-no-ultrapasse-no-s-uma-frase.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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-34045452.post-9146869628073619652</id><published>2007-04-09T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:35:11.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://encontrarte.aporrea.org/imagenes/galerias/creadores/Barro-Luz-y-Sombras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="168" alt="" src="http://encontrarte.aporrea.org/imagenes/galerias/creadores/Barro-Luz-y-Sombras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as imperfeições são apenas um lembrete de quem somos. pra não corrermos o risco de confundir barro com porcelana.&lt;/em&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/34045452-9146869628073619652?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/9146869628073619652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=9146869628073619652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/9146869628073619652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/9146869628073619652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-imperfeies-so-apenas-um-lembrete-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-1069874627777012996</id><published>2007-04-01T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T13:10:02.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chicosena.blogger.com.br/figPaiSeguraFilho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://www.chicosena.blogger.com.br/figPaiSeguraFilho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;contradições. Deus acredita em mim, mesmo quando não acredito n'Ele. &lt;/em&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/34045452-1069874627777012996?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/1069874627777012996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=1069874627777012996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/1069874627777012996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/1069874627777012996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/04/contradies.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-5309224982211819386</id><published>2007-03-26T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:10:02.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pitux.blog.simplesnet.pt/archive/outono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://pitux.blog.simplesnet.pt/archive/outono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e o outono demora a chegar. não na contagem dos dias, nem na contagem das folhas. a demora é da chuva, que ensaia um grande espetáculo e volta pra casa por falta de platéia. (por que ninguém gosta de chuva e de frio no Brasil?). &lt;/em&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/34045452-5309224982211819386?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/5309224982211819386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=5309224982211819386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/5309224982211819386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/5309224982211819386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/03/e-o-outono-demora-chegar.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-1025733986639053434</id><published>2007-03-26T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T17:04:50.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.statue.com/images/the-kiss-statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="475" alt="" src="http://www.statue.com/images/the-kiss-statue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um beijo de boa noite encerra a certeza de que sim, amanhã é outro dia. e depois outro e outro e a certeza permanece. não há nada como a certeza (além do beijo).&lt;/em&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/34045452-1025733986639053434?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/1025733986639053434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=1025733986639053434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/1025733986639053434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/1025733986639053434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/03/um-beijo-de-boa-noite-encerra-certeza.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-7433541355970493158</id><published>2007-03-23T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T17:05:27.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.plazadelasletras.cl/fotos/01-Gregorio/Artistas%20y%20Personajes/El%20Grito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://www.plazadelasletras.cl/fotos/01-Gregorio/Artistas%20y%20Personajes/El%20Grito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o silêncio também pode ser ensurdecedor. principalmente quando é o lado de dentro que grita.&lt;/em&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/34045452-7433541355970493158?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/7433541355970493158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=7433541355970493158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/7433541355970493158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/7433541355970493158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-silncio-tambm-pode-ser-ensurdecedor.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34045452.post-6524281323471032122</id><published>2007-03-23T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T17:08:18.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://personales.ya.com/dibujante/blogger/atardece%20mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://personales.ya.com/dibujante/blogger/atardece%20mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando eu tinha três anos de vida corri até o mar; fiz uma conchinha com as mãos e bebi daquela água, com toda a vontade de beber água que uma criança pode ter. depois olhei transtornada para o meu pai e perguntei: "quem foi que colocou sal nessa água?". e nunca mais parei de perguntar. parece que tudo tem um pouco de sal. mesmo as coisas mais doces. &lt;/em&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/34045452-6524281323471032122?l=fabisiqueira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/feeds/6524281323471032122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34045452&amp;postID=6524281323471032122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/6524281323471032122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34045452/posts/default/6524281323471032122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabisiqueira.blogspot.com/2007/03/quando-eu-tinha-trs-anos-de-vida-corri.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06073597836628735837</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
