<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQARHY_fip7ImA9Wx5WFUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475</id><updated>2010-09-27T03:19:05.846-03:00</updated><title>Simples soma das partes.</title><subtitle type='html'>"O todo é muito mais que a simples soma das partes"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0cEQX87fip7ImA9WxNaEk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-3349786295324469050</id><published>2009-11-26T00:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:03:20.106-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-26T00:03:20.106-02:00</app:edited><title>Bem-vinda.</title><summary>Quando a fala não expressa;Quando o grito não transmite;Quando a explosão não é suficiente;Nada adianta.Transbordo de felicidade e tento aproveitar cada segundo deste sentimento que pouco vem me visitar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=3349786295324469050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/3349786295324469050?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/3349786295324469050?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/11/bem-vinda.html' title='Bem-vinda.'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0MMQH84fCp7ImA9WxNWFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-1359600106270413396</id><published>2009-10-13T21:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:51:21.134-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-10-13T21:51:21.134-03:00</app:edited><title>Certeza.</title><summary>Seguindo meu coração tenho a certeza De não haver nenhum arrependimento.Porque sem o coração, a cabeça não serve pra nada. E sem a cabeça, o coração continua batendo.É por isso que dou sempre valor ao que realmente importa. O sentimento.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=1359600106270413396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/1359600106270413396?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/1359600106270413396?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/10/certeza.html' title='Certeza.'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUUGQHcyfip7ImA9WxNXFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-8230967716865154214</id><published>2009-10-02T17:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:00:21.996-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-10-02T18:00:21.996-03:00</app:edited><title>Verdades.</title><summary>Como vai vocêEu preciso saber da sua vidaPeço alguém para me contar sobre o seu diaAnoiteceu e eu preciso só saber...Como vai vocêQue já modificou a minha vidaRazão de minha paz já esquecida Nem sei se gosto mais de mim ou de vocêVem...Que a sede de te amar me faz melhorEu quero amanhecer ao seu redorPreciso tanto me fazer felizVem...Que o tempo pode afastar nós doisNão deixe tanta vida pra </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=8230967716865154214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/8230967716865154214?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/8230967716865154214?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/10/verdades.html' title='Verdades.'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0IAQHc8eSp7ImA9WxNXE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-5990727607976086087</id><published>2009-09-30T09:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:59:01.971-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-09-30T09:59:01.971-03:00</app:edited><title>Só termina quando acaba.</title><summary>"Mas há a vida que é para ser intensamente vivida, há o amor. Que tem que ser vivido até a última gota. Sem nenhum medo. Não mata."- Clarice Lispector</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=5990727607976086087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/5990727607976086087?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/5990727607976086087?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-termina-quando-acaba.html' title='Só termina quando acaba.'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0MNRn88fyp7ImA9WxNXE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-4415953730441162312</id><published>2009-09-30T09:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:58:17.177-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-09-30T09:58:17.177-03:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title>Para o alto.</title><summary>Já escondi um amor com medo de perdê-lo, já perdi um amor por escondê-lo. Já segurei nas mãos de alguém por medo, já tive tanto medo, ao ponto de nem sentir minhas mãos. Já expulsei pessoas que amava de minha vida, já me arrependi por isso. Já passei noites chorando até pegar no sono, já fui dormir tão feliz, ao ponto de nem conseguir fechar os olhos.Já acreditei em amores perfeitos, já descobri </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=4415953730441162312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/4415953730441162312?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/4415953730441162312?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-o-alto.html' title='Para o alto.'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkEDRnc8fSp7ImA9WxNXE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-8720070336999751306</id><published>2009-09-30T09:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:44:37.975-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-09-30T09:44:37.975-03:00</app:edited><title></title><summary>Calling all my sensesI can't see or taste or feel you anymoreAnd every day I'm calling on my inner strengthTo fight for something once worth fighting forMaybe it's life in the real worldMaybe it's all been my faultWhat if I go?What if I leave?What if I show you how you're breaking me?And I know, whatever I say I'll still be thinkingWhat if I stay?Staring at the starsI make a wish that I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=8720070336999751306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/8720070336999751306?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/8720070336999751306?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/09/calling-all-my-senses-i-cant-see-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkIGSX88fSp7ImA9WxNTFk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-6489217578872767289</id><published>2009-08-18T09:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:02:08.175-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-18T10:02:08.175-03:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='download'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guia'/><title>Faça o download do Guia do Twitter de graça</title><summary>O guia do Twitter foi lançado agora em agosto e já está disponível para ser baixado de graça pelos internautas.Estou disponibilizando aqui no blog os links que não necessitam de registro para funcionar. Sem formulários e burocracias, é só baixar e aprender tudo sobre o Twitter. O livro é bem-humorado e fácil de ler e Abaixo seguem as opções para download: baixa, média e alta resolução, caso </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=6489217578872767289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/6489217578872767289?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/6489217578872767289?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/08/faca-o-download-do-guia-do-twitter-de.html' title='Faça o download do Guia do Twitter de graça'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq-bJazd3p0/SoqmPJlF_8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/AfbtD88JA4A/s72-c/twitter+guia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEAGRXc-fyp7ImA9WxJbGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-7193591006123934116</id><published>2009-07-30T17:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:45:24.957-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-30T17:45:24.957-03:00</app:edited><title>Todos estão mudos</title><summary>Confira a letra da música "Todos Estão Mudos":Já não ouço mais clamoresNem sinal das frases de outroraOs gritos são suprimidosO corvo diz: "nunca mais"Não parece haver mais motivosOu coragem pra botar a cara pra baterUm silêncio assim pesadoNos esmaga cada vez maisNão espere, levanteSempre vale a pena bradarÉ horaAlguém tem que falarHá quem diga que isso é velhoTanta gente sem fé num novo arMas </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=7193591006123934116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/7193591006123934116?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/7193591006123934116?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/07/todos-estao-mudos.html' title='Todos estão mudos'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU8DQ3k-eSp7ImA9WxJaEks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-9027774862904379122</id><published>2009-07-30T10:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:44:32.751-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-02T22:44:32.751-03:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal planet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siringomielia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='segredos do pedigree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedigree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cães'/><title>Segredos do Pedigree</title><summary>"A BBC chamou a atenção dos amantes de cães no mundo todo quando foi ao ar o documentário: “Cães de raça ou mutantes?” O documentário chama a atenção para o alarmante problema que muitas raças de cães vem sofrendo devido as modificações genéticas das raças impostas pelo homem. Para adquirir um determinado padrão da raça a nível de beleza, as raças vem sendo modificadas constantemente ao longo das</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=9027774862904379122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/9027774862904379122?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/9027774862904379122?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/07/segredos-do-pedigree.html' title='Segredos do Pedigree'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUUFR3gyeSp7ImA9WxJbFUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-4896882002824253903</id><published>2009-07-25T21:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:13:36.691-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-25T21:13:36.691-03:00</app:edited><title></title><summary>"Há momentos na vida em que sentimos tanto a falta de alguém que o que mais queremos é tirar essa pessoa de nossos sonhos e abraçá-la."- Clarice Lispector</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=4896882002824253903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/4896882002824253903?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/4896882002824253903?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-momentos-na-vida-em-que-sentimos.html' title=''/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkMARX06fip7ImA9WxJbE0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-2029083578602442197</id><published>2009-07-23T20:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:07:24.316-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-23T20:07:24.316-03:00</app:edited><title></title><summary></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=2029083578602442197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/2029083578602442197?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/2029083578602442197?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq-bJazd3p0/Smjs_8w9j0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LlPt00QedH8/s72-c/barking.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0IBQXw5fCp7ImA9WxJUF0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-433885304249846556</id><published>2009-07-16T11:39:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:45:50.224-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-16T11:45:50.224-03:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tatuagem'/><title>"It´s all about the pain. The ink and the drawing are just souveniers"</title><summary>Terça-feira fiz minha sétima tatuagem. Estava um pouco traumatizada porque a última tinha durado 4 horas e doeu muito. Fiquei 3 anos sem fazer, mas sempre tendo mil ideias. A tattoo de terça foi pequena, tranquila e não doeu nada. Agora tem mais 5 a caminho... ;)Encontrei essa lista por aí e ela é muito verdadeira, por isso faço questão de postar aqui!16 coisas que você precisa saber sobre </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=433885304249846556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/433885304249846556?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/433885304249846556?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/07/16-coisas-que-voce-precisa-saber-sobre.html' title='&quot;It´s all about the pain. The ink and the drawing are just souveniers&quot;'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq-bJazd3p0/Sl88N7fQR1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ds4kkTB84v8/s72-c/tattoo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEcMQH48cCp7ImA9WxJUEkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-7536680790955856454</id><published>2009-07-10T12:57:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:08:01.078-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-10T13:08:01.078-03:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pitty'/><title>Novo CD da Pitty</title><summary>Chiaroscuro. Palavra em italiano que significa literalmente “claro-escuro”, é também uma das técnica inovadoras de pintura usada por Leonardo Da Vinci, e se caracteriza pelo uso do contraste entre luz e sombra para representar um objeto, criando um efeito tridimensional. A radicalização do efeito de chiaroscuro dá origem a uma escola de pintura italiana conhecida como Tenebrismo. Durante o </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=7536680790955856454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/7536680790955856454?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/7536680790955856454?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/07/novo-cd-da-pitty.html' title='Novo CD da Pitty'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C08BRXs5eSp7ImA9WxJVE04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-2266300104300058804</id><published>2009-06-30T00:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:17:34.521-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-30T00:17:34.521-03:00</app:edited><title>Paradoxos.</title><summary>"Os homens perdem a saúde para juntar dinheiro, depois perdem o dinheiro para recuperar a saúde.E por pensarem ansiosamente no futuro, esquecem do presente de tal forma que acabam por não viver nem o presente nem o futuro.E vivem como se nunca fossem morrer......e morrem como se nunca tivessem vivido."- Dalai Lama</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=2266300104300058804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/2266300104300058804?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/2266300104300058804?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/06/paradoxos.html' title='Paradoxos.'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0AHSXw7fSp7ImA9WxJVEUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-302088338032770156</id><published>2009-06-27T23:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:22:18.205-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-27T23:22:18.205-03:00</app:edited><title>Como eu...............</title><summary>RomânticosRomânticos são poucosRomânticos são loucosDesvairadosQue querem ser o outroQue pensam que o outroÉ o paraíso...Românticos são lindosRomânticos são limposE piradosQue choram com baladasQue amam sem vergonhaE sem juízo...São tipos popularesQue vivem pelos baresE mesmo certosVão pedir perdãoQue passam a noite em claroConhecem o gosto raroDe amar sem medoDe outra desilusão...RomânticoÉ uma </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=302088338032770156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/302088338032770156?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/302088338032770156?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/06/como-eu.html' title='Como eu...............'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0UHR38_eyp7ImA9WxJVEUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-9003954632935905276</id><published>2009-06-25T00:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:13:56.143-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-27T23:13:56.143-03:00</app:edited><title>Farol</title><summary>Você é meu farolMeu talismã, meu solMeu dia, meu dialVocê é meu astralMeu mapa virtualMeu raio-x emocionalVocê é minha fozmetade de nósMeu adubo meu salvocê é minha e sóE nunca vai ser sónem de fulano de talQuando caminho no escuroÉ por você que procuroSomando tudo é tão raroMeu paladar e seu faro - Vander Lee</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=9003954632935905276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/9003954632935905276?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/9003954632935905276?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/06/farol.html' title='Farol'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU8MSHc-fSp7ImA9WxJWF0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-4439310965542200905</id><published>2009-06-23T13:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:18:09.955-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-23T13:18:09.955-03:00</app:edited><title>F.</title><summary>Hoje eu acordei feliz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=4439310965542200905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/4439310965542200905?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/4439310965542200905?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/06/f.html' title='F.'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0YFQn86fip7ImA9WxNaEk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-9049148524886523680</id><published>2009-06-21T21:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:05:13.116-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-26T00:05:13.116-02:00</app:edited><title>Canção do dia de sempre</title><summary>Tão bom viver dia a dia...A vida assim, jamais cansa...Viver tão só de momentosComo estas nuvens no céu...E só ganhar, toda a vida,Inexperiência... esperança...E a rosa louca dos ventosPresa à copa do chapéu.Nunca dês um nome a um rio:Sempre é outro rio a passar.Nada jamais continua,Tudo vai recomeçar!E sem nenhuma lembrançaDas outras vezes perdidas,Atiro a rosa do sonhoNas tuas mãos distraídas..</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=9049148524886523680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/9049148524886523680?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/9049148524886523680?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/06/cancao-do-dia-de-sempre.html' title='Canção do dia de sempre'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEcFQXc-fSp7ImA9WxJWFk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-5045597985926205826</id><published>2009-06-21T21:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:53:30.955-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-21T21:53:30.955-03:00</app:edited><title></title><summary>"Sentir primeiro, pensar depoisPerdoar primeiro, julgar depoisAmar primeiro, educar depoisEsquecer primeiro, aprender depoisLibertar primeiro, ensinar depoisAlimentar primeiro, cantar depoisPossuir primeiro, contemplar depoisAgir primeiro, julgar depoisNavegar primeiro, aportar depoisViver primeiro, morrer depois"- Mario Quintana</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=5045597985926205826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/5045597985926205826?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/5045597985926205826?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/06/sentir-primeiro-pensar-depois-perdoar.html' title=''/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0YCQ3c-fyp7ImA9WxJWFEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-25461530869039393</id><published>2009-06-19T09:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:39:22.957-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-19T09:39:22.957-03:00</app:edited><title>Boom.</title><summary>E tudo perdeu sentido agora...Nem mesmo um acontecimento que espero há 1 ano e meio foi capaz de transformar qualquer coisa em minimamente agradável.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=25461530869039393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/25461530869039393?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/25461530869039393?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/06/boom.html' title='Boom.'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QBQX85eyp7ImA9WxJXFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-4548798028551119838</id><published>2009-06-09T00:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:49:10.123-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-09T00:49:10.123-03:00</app:edited><title>Descontrole.</title><summary>Minhas lágrimas odeiam ficar dentro de mim.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=4548798028551119838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/4548798028551119838?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/4548798028551119838?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/06/descontrole.html' title='Descontrole.'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkICQnw9eip7ImA9WxJXFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-6869563988683482894</id><published>2009-06-09T00:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:36:03.262-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-09T00:36:03.262-03:00</app:edited><title>Neurastenia</title><summary>Olha só! Tem um nome!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=6869563988683482894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/6869563988683482894?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/6869563988683482894?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/06/neurastenia.html' title='Neurastenia'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUMGQno-fyp7ImA9WxJXFE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-796901182931177348</id><published>2009-06-08T00:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:57:03.457-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-08T00:57:03.457-03:00</app:edited><title>Bandeira</title><summary>Eu não quero ver você cuspindo ódioEu não quero ver você fumando ópio, pra sarar a dorEu não quero ver você chorar venenoNão quero beber o teu café pequenoEu não quero isso seja lá o que isso forEu não quero aqueleEu não quero aquiloPeixe na boca do crocodiloBraço da Vênus de Milo acenando tchauNão quero medir a altura do tomboNem passar agosto esperando setembro, se bem me lembroO melhor futuro </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=796901182931177348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/796901182931177348?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/796901182931177348?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/06/bandeira.html' title='Bandeira'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rq-bJazd3p0/SiyL797fhJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oWjmHkp6b3s/s72-c/venus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0EBRn86eSp7ImA9WxJQEk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-1437531324043665785</id><published>2009-05-25T01:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:27:37.111-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-05-25T01:27:37.111-03:00</app:edited><title>!</title><summary>"Suas escolhas fazem você". Taí uma verdade.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=1437531324043665785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/1437531324043665785?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/1437531324043665785?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/05/suas-escolhas-fazem-voce.html' title='!'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0cFR34-eyp7ImA9WxJRF0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583280411956272475.post-32225538369567528</id><published>2009-05-19T23:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:03:36.053-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-05-19T23:03:36.053-03:00</app:edited><title>O poder das palavras.</title><summary>"É curioso, como não sei dizer quem sou. Quer dizer, sei-o bem, mas não posso dizer. Sobretudo tenho medo de dizer porque no momento em que tento falar não só não exprimo o que sinto como o que sinto se transforma lentamente no que eu digo." - Clarice Lispector</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6583280411956272475&amp;postID=32225538369567528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/32225538369567528?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583280411956272475/posts/default/32225538369567528?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplessomadaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-poder-das-palavras.html' title='O poder das palavras.'/><author><name>Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15552652891073385245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14772740217762589825'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>