<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 22:52:11 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Kneel b4 me!!!</title><description>Everything that you can eat with your eyes...or at least if you can read in portuguese.

English will happen sometime also...I think.</description><link>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email><itunes:name>Cat777</itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author>Cat777</itunes:author><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="http://img188.imageshack.us/img188/2602/cdj1000djm800.jpg" /><itunes:keywords>techno,minimal,house,ebm,idm,experimental</itunes:keywords><itunes:subtitle>Listen to the ounds in your ears...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary>Listen to the ounds in your ears...</itunes:summary><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/KneelB4Me" type="application/rss+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>KneelB4Me</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-4151277777365382239</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T01:02:54.101-03:00</atom:updated><title>Por um amigo...</title><atom:summary type="text">       Respondendo, desde 2004, ao processo judicial que se desenrola desde então, Gil R. não tentou fugir, como, aliás, a mídia sensacionalista insiste em denotar, mas procurava construir o seu futuro de maneira justa e correta. Santa Maria não era um refúgio, mas sim o lugar que escolhera para estudar e trabalhar (tentava a carreira de medicina e tinha, portanto, muitos estudos pela frente). </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/o71Y2yLEi2w/por-um-amigo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/SNKev8WTP_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/HUs3w4chwJo/s72-c/Banksy_In_Polland.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=o71Y2yLEi2w:afilaWEcXwM:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/o71Y2yLEi2w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2008/09/por-um-amigo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-1324895923379407979</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 18:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-08T15:41:53.802-03:00</atom:updated><title>Ócio-criativismo</title><atom:summary type="text">As ovelhas cresceram em progressão geométrica e de fato há um desequilíbrio ecológico entre homens e ovelhas. Ovelhas de diversas raças. Todas aproximam-se na medida em que se permitem, todas, ao arrebatamento por valores que deveriam ser ultrapassados com toda a força.    A confortável segurança na âncora tradicional, aparentemente conveniente, impede-as de descobrir o grande mar da vida. Nascem</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/z8JNtjJenaw/cio-criativismo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/SMVwzgjB6MI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yWybtGMoeQE/s72-c/Ovelhas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=z8JNtjJenaw:X3O_ZtHwU3k:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/z8JNtjJenaw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2008/09/cio-criativismo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-5411787761104175745</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 14:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-17T17:50:18.852-03:00</atom:updated><title>Só para exorcizar!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">Era mais uma tarde agradável de um final de semana instável. Os amigos iriam se reunir mais uma vez na casa de Sultão e, dessa vez, para provar seus talentos culinários. Tudo pronto!E depois de MUITA Stella Was A Diver And She Was Always Down muita coisa poderia ser entendida como bem se quisesse. Como se em um passe de mágica (ou macumba) surge a  brilhante idéia de chamarmos a nossa compatriota</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/srI-2wWdGG4/s-para-exorcisar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/R_4jo9hiRwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WqBoZXeyvKk/s72-c/Nem+macumba+conserta.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=srI-2wWdGG4:Wjq1UrrvHLs:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/srI-2wWdGG4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2008/04/s-para-exorcisar.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-6233708982350011826</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 12:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-10T12:05:07.806-03:00</atom:updated><title>Vazou, mas é chique, viu?</title><atom:summary type="text">A sra BPitch Control, D. Ellen Allien, acabou (não sei se propositadamente) por vazar seu mais novo álbum, Sool, pela teia (web).O álbum que nos remete a paisagens líqüidas oníricas é um verdadeiro sonho musical. São verdadeiros goles de sons, meio sinestésico mesmo.De pitadas BEM experimentais e um retorno ao Techno que ela mesma fazia antes de Thrills (seu último álbum um pouco mais "digesto" </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/E99q5-8LA50/vazou-mas-chique-viu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/R_4NmdhiRvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pmx6-DZscKE/s72-c/front.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=E99q5-8LA50:qpjz_LeeKI4:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/E99q5-8LA50" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2008/04/vazou-mas-chique-viu.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-3566389603943317588</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2007 00:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-26T21:53:45.183-03:00</atom:updated><title>Vai um champa aí!?</title><atom:summary type="text">                &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --                &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;     Essa festcheenha, com certeza, pode entrar pra listcheenha de uma das melhores do ano (isso se não foi a melhor...)!!!Lugarzinho do bem (isso é pq a Millenium no Vip's é uma suítezinha módica, neam?), pessoinhas do bem, ÓTEEEMA música, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/b5IoqLOM19I/vai-um-champa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/RljR7y4GFaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SHq1maxE_qw/s72-c/E-flyer_Vips.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=b5IoqLOM19I:W0FnECeSMfc:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/b5IoqLOM19I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/05/vai-um-champa.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-6706221893286485116</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2007 21:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-11T03:12:35.827-03:00</atom:updated><title>Hoje...</title><atom:summary type="text">Hoje acordei me sentindo sozinha,precisando de carinho,precisando de um afago.Hoje dentro de minha insônia pude ver-te,pude te sentir,pude te tocar...chorei.Hoje em delírios saudosos,ao longe, ouvi tua voz,percebi tua sempre confortante presença,senti teu perfume...Ai, como doeu...Hoje achei que era forte,mas um leve lembrar me derruba,me desconcerta, me desarruma,me deixa triste.Hoje, amanhã e </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/smV3q58V-9U/hoje-acordei-me-sentindo-sozinha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/Rj-YJprksfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tej5iusDZp4/s72-c/Borboleta_blue.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=smV3q58V-9U:6QMdBGY25Tk:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/smV3q58V-9U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoje-acordei-me-sentindo-sozinha.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-5281646935120113103</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T11:52:07.617-03:00</atom:updated><title>You Make It Easy (Nicolas Godin/ Jean-Benoît Dunckel)</title><atom:summary type="text">" Never been here - How about you ? "You smile at my answer,You've given me the chance,To be held and understood.You leave me laughing without crying,There's no use denying,For many times I've tried,Love has never felt as good.Be it downtown or way up in the air,When your heart's pounding,You know that I'm aware.You make it easy to watch the world with love,You make it easy to let the past be </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/iH9ectrSwOM/you-make-it-easy-nicolas-godin-jean.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/Ri94eZrkseI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ASksbtn3Se0/s72-c/Art_City_by_Marcus_Jansen.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=iH9ectrSwOM:pxxqjHlT9R8:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/iH9ectrSwOM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-make-it-easy-nicolas-godin-jean.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-5734101005997022422</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2007 23:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-20T20:39:07.015-03:00</atom:updated><title>Beija Eu (Marisa Monte)</title><atom:summary type="text">Seja eu,Seja eu,Deixa que eu seja eu.E aceitaO que seja seu.Então, deita e aceita eu.Molha eu,Seca eu,Deixa que eu seja o Céu.E recebaO que seja seu.Anoiteça e amanheça eu.Beija eu,Beija eu,Beija eu, me beija.DeixaO que seja ser.Então, beba e recebaMeu corpo no seu corpo,Eu no meu corpo.Deixa,Eu me deixo.Anoiteça e amanheça...</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/_OQcyNwL_7E/beija-eu-marisa-monte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/RilOMsw7aXI/AAAAAAAAADo/5qm7uEcUuo4/s72-c/Apaixonadas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=_OQcyNwL_7E:tBCkN-xFS2o:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/_OQcyNwL_7E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/04/beija-eu-marisa-monte.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-5611293035619879143</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2007 17:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-11T03:14:33.254-03:00</atom:updated><title>Todo Dia Era Dia De Índio (Jorge Benjor)</title><atom:summary type="text">Curumim, chama Cunhatã,Que eu vou contar!Curumim, chama Cunhatã,Que eu vou contar!Todo dia era dia de índio!Todo dia era dia de índio!Curumim, CunhatãCunhatã, CurumimAntes que o homem aqui chegasseÀs Terras Brasileiras.Eram habitadas e amadasPor mais de 3 milhões de índios.Proprietários felizesDa Terra Brasilis.Pois todo dia era dia de índio!Todo dia era dia de índio!Mas agora eles só temO dia 19</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/67K1rqMRxFM/todo-dia-era-dia-de-ndio-jorge-benjor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/Rie1Vcw7aTI/AAAAAAAAADI/AFvhEBcrcYM/s72-c/Ritual_nominacao_Xikrin_do_Cateteh_by_Isabelle_Vidal_Giannini%281996%29.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=67K1rqMRxFM:oAqyNU8TOTI:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/67K1rqMRxFM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/04/todo-dia-era-dia-de-ndio-jorge-benjor.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-5605187982257761894</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2007 07:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-17T04:27:12.100-03:00</atom:updated><title>Run (Nicolas Godin/ Jean-Benoît Dunckel)</title><atom:summary type="text">                &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;                &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;    Holy girl,Don't get upFor running.Stay with me!I feel sad,When you run...Sands of timeAre lyingOn my chestStay in bed!I feel sad,When you run...Stay like this,On the hills...Of my chest!Don't wake up!I feel strange,When you go...Stop the</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/k71UblIMrHw/run-nicolas-godin-jean-benot-dunckel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/RiRy90Jp7ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/iZ05aVnFDhE/s72-c/Leaving_home+%28Danderlion%29.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=k71UblIMrHw:CHsMOzE7U4U:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/k71UblIMrHw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/04/run-nicolas-godin-jean-benot-dunckel.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-4051444724630686328</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 21:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-17T03:14:21.052-03:00</atom:updated><title>Tatuagem (Chico Buarque)</title><atom:summary type="text">Quero ficar no teu corpo feito tatuagemQue é pra te dar coragem pra seguir viagemQuando a noite vemE também pra me perpetuar em tua escravaQue você pega, esfrega, nega, mas não lavaQuero brincar no teu corpo feito bailarinaQue logo se alucina, salta e te iluminaQuando a noite vemE nos músculos exaustos do teu braçoRepousar frouxa, murcha, farta, morta de cansaçoQuero pesar feito cruz nas tuas </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/HLEgqb4QrFw/tatuagem-chico-buarque.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/RiPqakJp7WI/AAAAAAAAACo/jz1o6P3N1Ig/s72-c/Couple_Tattooed_Backnancyspero.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=HLEgqb4QrFw:f2jIvIr6loQ:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/HLEgqb4QrFw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/04/tatuagem-chico-buarque.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-2290578803860331939</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2007 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-11T03:15:11.506-03:00</atom:updated><title>Não é contra!? Então faz a gira, beesha!</title><atom:summary type="text">Poizeh, voltei! Ia demorar mais, mas a revolta me faz blogar uma vez mais.Como vcs podem notar aí ao lado, essa gema (e será mesmo!?) q um dia "zurou" ser cantor e hj finge ser político (na verdade a coisa q ele melhor faz, neam? Pq em tempos d crise política no BR, ele tá fingindo muito bem ser algo que ninguém d fato o é...). Pois bem, o fato é q este "senhor" (q leia-se era/é um péssimo cantor</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/7UnqtjIi5Js/no-contra-ento-faz-gira-beesha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/Rhv2OEJp7OI/AAAAAAAAABo/jMx1_WhCCEI/s72-c/Agnaldo2_gema.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=7UnqtjIi5Js:Sj2ojiQwMgg:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/7UnqtjIi5Js" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-contra-ento-faz-gira-beesha.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-2717024951299924839</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2007 19:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-20T20:45:24.637-03:00</atom:updated><title>Asilos Magdalena  (The Mars Volta)</title><atom:summary type="text">Enfermo lleguéy para componerme ando de vagoNo me des tu obedienciapor que te enseño mi cuerpo de lodoen donde la piel estuvo debilcon una hambre que no me deja cantarEn mi vida,el oscuro me mantienecuando yo te vien la lluvia me prometistes tu sangreYo no me quedo en mi vidael oscuro me mantienecuando yo te vien la lluvia me prometistes tu sangreyo no me quedoY ya que caiste de este mundocargo </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/nJf4IX-17-s/asilos-magdalena-mars-volta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/RfhWlhDPABI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iySSaBpMVE0/s72-c/Samael_Card.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=nJf4IX-17-s:jkTs8akqOhA:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/nJf4IX-17-s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/03/asilos-magdalena-mars-volta.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-8249158934130513439</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2007 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-14T18:08:59.347-03:00</atom:updated><title>Volta Por Cima (Paulo Vanzolini)</title><atom:summary type="text">Chorei, não procurei esconderTodos viram, fingiramPena de mim, não precisavaAli onde eu choreiQualquer um chorava Dar a volta por cima que eu deiQuero ver quem davaUm (a)  homem (mulher) de moral não fica no chãoNem quer que mulherVenha lhe dar a mãoReconhece a queda e não desanimaLevanta, sacode a poeiraE dá a volta por cima... </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/raWVlbwwR3o/volta-por-cima-paulo-vanzolini.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/RexyQHFTz_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3N0KM5hVkh0/s72-c/Soldado+chorando.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=raWVlbwwR3o:A9Y0gyiP2PU:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/raWVlbwwR3o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/03/volta-por-cima-paulo-vanzolini.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-116952948100612930</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 02:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-11T03:17:25.876-03:00</atom:updated><title>(Ner)Gal...profana!?</title><atom:summary type="text">                &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;Bee, vou t dizer essas coisas são as mais engraçadas d c ver! Beesha, olha essa mona...viado, ela tá alva na cara, mas na mão tá um pouquinho mais escura, ou melhor, sem maquiagem. Viado, chinchila!!! Bee, que foi isso q ela passou aí!? Pasta d'água!? Angel Dust da Payot!? Pancake!? Farinha de trigo!? Qual foi!? E o </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/zujXpqj5whE/galprofana.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=zujXpqj5whE:IgFKCicCn00:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/zujXpqj5whE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/01/galprofana.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-116916891041547761</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jan 2007 21:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-18T23:42:02.130-02:00</atom:updated><title>Meet The Knife!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">                       &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;O q escrever sobre The Knife...bem, começo pelo improvável, em minhas fugazes investidas pela internerd montei (e ainda monto) listchinhas de “coisas” pra baixar e/ou pesquisar por aki...um grande amigo meu chegou um belo dia e me disse: “- Cara, vc tem q ouvir esse duo sueco. Tenho certeza q vc vai gostar!” E </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/dBVfoIaRNps/meet-knife.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=dBVfoIaRNps:UffLVkwqnoI:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/dBVfoIaRNps" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/01/meet-knife.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-116915555074853024</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jan 2007 20:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-18T19:26:04.510-02:00</atom:updated><title>Quando gritar é se calar...</title><atom:summary type="text">                       &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --Por vezes quero gritar para que ouças,Com todas as angústias deflagradas,Com toda a tristeza por nós tomada,Por esse líqüido viscoso que me desce garganta abaixo,Revolvendo, embriagando uma vez mais de ódio, sofreguidão.Desapontamento ostentado não somente por mim,Mas por ti aussi.Descontentamaneto marcado na </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/HknI2bj0N5k/quando-gritar-se-calar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=HknI2bj0N5k:RFlXfAiFplc:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/HknI2bj0N5k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/01/quando-gritar-se-calar.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-116900097278263462</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 02:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-25T02:27:51.547-03:00</atom:updated><title>Fala (João Ricardo)</title><atom:summary type="text">Eu não sei dizerNada por dizerEntão eu escutoSe você disserTudo o que quiserEntão eu escutoFalaFala  Se eu não entenderNão vou responderEntão eu escuto Eu só vou falarNa hora de falarEntão eu escuto   FalaFala Poizeh, e quando houver o momento de falar, não será em vão...nada é em vão! Tudo tem um preço, tudo é custoso, e mesmo sendo gostoso, tem d haver um "comunato", algo em comum. Como a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/svR3srHS1kU/fala-joo-ricardo_17.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=svR3srHS1kU:qEEuhrhAD-E:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/svR3srHS1kU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/01/fala-joo-ricardo_17.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-116841694679115437</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jan 2007 07:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-10T06:20:05.943-02:00</atom:updated><title>Awakening...</title><atom:summary type="text">Quando o mundo acordar desse torpor, desse estupor...tudo irá c mostrar tão diferente q vai ser difícil querer voltar a dormir.As pessoas vão perceber q desenhos e imagens (sem nenhum papo protestante ou anti-imagens, ou mesmo idólatra, plzah!), são tão somente isso. Q ficar direcionando esse ou aquele pensamento pr'aquela "expresão d arte" - naïf ou não - é tão somente utilizar-c d um canal, d </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/jGPXqEoOWE0/awakening.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=jGPXqEoOWE0:n2WvV59MkEM:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/jGPXqEoOWE0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/01/awakening.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-116841367122243541</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jan 2007 07:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-10T15:50:14.216-02:00</atom:updated><title>A Maçã (Raul Seixas e Paulo Coelho)</title><atom:summary type="text">Se esse amor ficar entre nós doisVai ser tão pobre amor, vai se gastarSe eu te amo e tu me amas,E um amor a dois profana,O amor de todos os mortais.Porque quem gosta de maçã,Irá gostar de todas,Porque todas são iguais.Se eu te amo e tu me amas,E outro(a) vem quando tu chamas,Como poderei te condenar?Infinita tua beleza,Como podes ficar presa,Que nem santa no altar?Quando eu te escolhi para morar </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/TTmRt6dEkvc/ma-raul-seixas-e-paulo-coelho.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=TTmRt6dEkvc:Ro6nTAPaxOc:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/TTmRt6dEkvc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/01/ma-raul-seixas-e-paulo-coelho.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-116780556467613420</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-04T02:37:10.606-02:00</atom:updated><title>Depois da tempestade...</title><atom:summary type="text">Não sei olhar essa obra d Klimt e nada sentir. O olhar lânguido dela, sob os olhos fechados... entregue. Já, ele a olha com carinho, amor, afeto...tudo isso sendo transmitido em um simples gesto pintado.Tanto a ser demonstrado e, felizmente, tão bem c conseguiu...quando crescer quero sentir assim, confiante e entregue...deliciosamente entregue aos braços de meu amante, a tudo aquilo q estiver </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/ZUeNweBk0Kg/depois-da-tempestade.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=ZUeNweBk0Kg:t7nDg8V4Ufw:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/ZUeNweBk0Kg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/01/depois-da-tempestade.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-116776427589066506</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jan 2007 18:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-03T04:31:57.723-02:00</atom:updated><title>Monsters  (The Gathering)</title><atom:summary type="text">  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;All you need, all you needAll you needIs all is nowAll you need, all you needAll you needIs not what you're gettingAll you live, all you giveAll you liveFits in a teardropIf you come closerI'll show you how it feelsAll you need, all you needAll you needIs all is nowAll you live, all you giveAll you liveFits in a teardropGive what's </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/2zrPesJZUh0/monsters-gathering.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=2zrPesJZUh0:KatGGuBUXSU:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/2zrPesJZUh0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2007/01/monsters-gathering.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-116708948631009190</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Dec 2006 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-26T13:02:48.903-02:00</atom:updated><title>Satisfeito  (Arnaldo Antunes, Carlinhos Brown e Marisa Monte)</title><atom:summary type="text">                &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  -Você me deixou satisfeito,Nunca vi deixar alguém assim,Você me livrou do preconceito de partir,Agora me sinto feliz aqui.Quem foi que disse que é impossível ser feliz sozinho,Vivo tranqüilo, a liberdade é quem me faz carinho,No meu caminho não tem pedras nem espinhos......Eu durmo sereno e acordo,Com o canto dos </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/jmamSSnLmI4/satisfeito-arnaldo-antunes-carlinhos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=jmamSSnLmI4:Ufq6iEuctX4:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/jmamSSnLmI4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2006/12/satisfeito-arnaldo-antunes-carlinhos.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-116550119685332904</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Dec 2006 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-24T23:41:37.141-03:00</atom:updated><title>Chinchila, beesha!</title><atom:summary type="text">                &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }Ô, bichinho mais estranho a chinchila... fofinho, mas esquisitíssimo! E cara, numa boa, é até sacanagem com a porcaria do bichinho transformá-lo em casaco. Já parou pra pensar quantas chinchilas são necessárias pra essas socialites se aquecerem? E isso me trás ao cerne deste, q não quer d maneira alguma c valer d um “eu t </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/3jgPZmBeHVY/chinchila-beesha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/Ri6-cZrksTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9atMDSqJJ54/s72-c/Chinchila002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=3jgPZmBeHVY:S0bDNX6jzdI:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/3jgPZmBeHVY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2006/12/chinchila-beesha.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30952053.post-116295933038345367</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Nov 2006 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-24T23:56:54.857-03:00</atom:updated><title>Coração Ateu (João Medeiros)</title><atom:summary type="text">Meu coração ateuQuase acreditouNa tua mãoque não passou de um leve adeusBreve pássaropousado em minha mãoBateu asas e voouMeu coraçãopor certo tempo passeouNa madrugada,procurando num jardimFlor amarela,flor de uma grande esperaLogo o meu coração ateuSe falo em mim e não em tiÉ que neste momentoJá me despediMeu coração ateunão chora e nem lembraParte e vai-se embora...Contrastes, contrastes...</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~3/3YM1SWA5q9g/corao-ateu-joo-medeiros_08.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cat777)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AqBQcayDOWs/Ri7B4ZrksVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eNYBprFbgRI/s72-c/Vaca_branca_close.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?a=3YM1SWA5q9g:g_cIDYQOP3o:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/KneelB4Me?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KneelB4Me/~4/3YM1SWA5q9g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://cat777frombeyond.blogspot.com/2006/11/corao-ateu-joo-medeiros_08.html</feedburner:origLink></item><language>en-us</language></channel></rss>
