<?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-5630210</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:09:48.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentido obrigatório ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ »</title><subtitle type='html'>Suspirär. Respirär. Mergulhär.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rute</name><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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630210.post-305920461207768441</id><published>2008-07-24T21:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:30:29.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ele disse: Um muro habitado. Eu digo: Um rio habitado. Uma cidade habitada. Um coração habitado. Uma mente habitada. O ar habitado. A visão poética?A certeza dos bons costumes?O mundo cruel? Tudo isto e nada. Viver no muro-agora sabe bem. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/305920461207768441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=305920461207768441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/305920461207768441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/305920461207768441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2008/07/ele-disse-um-muro-habitado.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdVBVo1br_Y/SIjmMTzLr-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/vDlMmgWc9W0/s72-c/11112005(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630210.post-3518393222853048536</id><published>2008-07-11T15:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:52:57.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou apaixonada. É a vida, o cheiro das sardinhas, e os braços ao sol. Sorrisos aos pés do Adamastor. Festivais... Grande Carnaval. Alguém deveria decretar o Ano Internacional do Carnaval. Nos tempos que correm ninguém leva a mal e sempre nos divertimos mais. Estou apaixonada, deve ser do amor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3518393222853048536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=3518393222853048536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/3518393222853048536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/3518393222853048536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2008/07/estou-apaixonada.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdVBVo1br_Y/SHdzwuVyoUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sHcHv43tqJ0/s72-c/calor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630210.post-117510103744497249</id><published>2007-03-28T17:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:03:29.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>www.oamorestanarua.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/117510103744497249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=117510103744497249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/117510103744497249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/117510103744497249'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/117289475977791115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-117142393225506710</id><published>2007-02-14T04:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T04:47:16.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De onde vem e para onde vai, que é por gostarmos tanto dela, que ás vezes celebrando a deixamos ir......Como o amor de mãe.Desce e torna-se nossa, desce serpenteia fica por vezes durante muito tempo nalguma parte geográfica do nosso êxtase.Obrigada!Acredito que vem de cima de onde aparentemente reina a escuridãodo desconhecido.Conseguimos multiplicá-la e ela vai.é assim o amor de mãe...Doi, mas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/117142393225506710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=117142393225506710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/117142393225506710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/117142393225506710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2007/02/de-onde-vem-e-para-onde-vai-que-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-116545924748021989</id><published>2006-12-07T03:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T03:55:57.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eles são uns anjos dos diabos... e é por isso que os abraçamos com asas de fadas, e os beijamos com línguas de diabo. São o paradoxo perfeito quando se olham aos espelhos. Cantam a música da esperança na construção e constroem. Tem dias, que duram para sempre...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/116545924748021989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=116545924748021989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/116545924748021989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/116545924748021989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/12/eles-so-uns-anjos-dos-diabos.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-116226491361361612</id><published>2006-10-31T03:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T05:07:34.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"!Prostitutas ricas! Prostitutas pobres! No Circo Miséria a palhaçada é para todos. Venha! Pode entrar, crianças sim. Cães também. Escolha o seu lugar, e não se engane...No nosso Circo Miséria, quem paga mais ri melhor."Entre a sumptuosidade escaldante de Marie Antoinette e a crueldade gélida de Transe existe a ponte para a realidade de um mercado potente...  Marvin Gaye (sabes bem...)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/116226491361361612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=116226491361361612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/116226491361361612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/116226491361361612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/10/prostitutas-ricas-prostitutas-pobres.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-116217673930153337</id><published>2006-10-30T03:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T05:08:52.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>João Paulo Feliciano-5 Domingo-0The possibility of EverythingNa bela Culturgest até 30 Deze perto de si... Sempre.Scissor Sisters_music is the victim</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/116217673930153337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=116217673930153337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/116217673930153337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/116217673930153337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/10/joo-paulo-feliciano-5-domingo-0.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-115110854642765660</id><published>2006-06-24T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:24:41.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pergunta: Qual a distância entre o que É e o que Será? Entre Pensar e Fazer?A miséria significa apenas que as coisas não se ajustam aos seus desejos. E as coisas nunca se ajustam aos seus desejos, não podem. As coisas simplesmente continuam a seguir a sua natureza.(....) O homem sábio é aquele que se sente tranquilo com a natureza das coisas, que segue a natureza das coisas.E quando a segue a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115110854642765660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=115110854642765660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/115110854642765660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/115110854642765660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/pergunta-qual-distncia-entre-o-que-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-115042357183017115</id><published>2006-06-15T17:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:03:31.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eles dominaram. Trataram delas com carinho, e vestiram a pele.BELA SARDINHADA! Ma mens</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115042357183017115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=115042357183017115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/115042357183017115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/115042357183017115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/eles-dominaram.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-115022225416685690</id><published>2006-06-13T18:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T02:41:55.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adamastor-Miradouro de Sta Catarina. RedbullSoundClash eram 20:50, três SuperBock, e o escritório encerrado hà uma hora...A vibe estava boa,  já tinha visto a Francisca 1st AUM element   e a luz oscilava lenta em despedir-se do dia.Estava tudo ok, e tirando o 1º impacto sonoro das colunas scratchantes, mergulhei de cabeça no território da sardinha, dos Watts, cordas vocais e cordões humanos; Stº </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115022225416685690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=115022225416685690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/115022225416685690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/115022225416685690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/adamastor-miradouro-de-sta-catarina.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114982002485060682</id><published>2006-06-09T02:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T03:32:54.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Natural woman_aquela que não sente o power; aquela que o é.Aquela para quem a beleza é importante porque existem espelhos, não porque existem homens.Todas as que amam os homens, tanto quanto amam as mulheres.As que decidem e executam, mas não executam sem Decidir. Não prende. Não perde. Aprende.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114982002485060682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114982002485060682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114982002485060682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114982002485060682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/natural-womanaquela-que-no-sente-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114761929615321084</id><published>2006-05-14T16:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:08:16.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HER PARTY NIGHT . she's the one . dance with me . MISTERY WHITE GIRL</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114761929615321084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114761929615321084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114761929615321084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114761929615321084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/05/her-party-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114496112345163396</id><published>2006-04-13T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:49:05.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Confia:A imortalidade tem destes feitos, os acasos perfeitos.Certeza só no amor, e na pontaria... ...Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114496112345163396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114496112345163396&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114496112345163396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114496112345163396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/04/confia-imortalidade-tem-destes-feitos.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114435299122999021</id><published>2006-04-06T20:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:49:51.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114435299122999021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114435299122999021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114435299122999021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114435299122999021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114420900068660163</id><published>2006-04-05T04:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T04:50:00.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O sorriso ingénuo dela, que é ponte e alimenta o rio. Sem sede.É teu o meu obrigada. O meu amor e a minha coragem.Sempre gostei de pontes. E de janelas.O rio continua por perto...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114420900068660163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114420900068660163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114420900068660163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114420900068660163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-sorriso-ingnuo-dela-que-ponte-e_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114359192284683658</id><published>2006-03-29T01:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T01:54:12.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arte Nova. En tournée pour la vie.Este post é mesmo para ti.Confia na viagem, oh bela surpresa!A coragem, não é a ausência de medo,é a dança...  :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114359192284683658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114359192284683658&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114359192284683658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114359192284683658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/03/arte-nova.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630210.post-114341647988340962</id><published>2006-03-27T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T01:12:09.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De todas as magias, a mais bonita é a do conhecimento. Para lá dos que os olhos veêm. Olhar.Aprender. Enfrentar o desconhecido.Sem medo. Com medo.Ir.Dizer. Perguntar.Fazer. Ser.Construir. Partir...Sinto-me em combustão.I'm alive.       </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114341647988340962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114341647988340962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114341647988340962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114341647988340962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/03/de-todas-as-magias-mais-bonita-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114315660744869313</id><published>2006-03-24T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:30:07.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Should I stay, or should I go, now?I've I go it will be trouble, and if I stay it will be double.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114315660744869313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114315660744869313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114315660744869313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114315660744869313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/03/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go-now-ive-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114291098668759684</id><published>2006-03-21T04:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T04:48:06.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, we're sinking like stones,all that we fought for,all those places we've gone,all of us are done for.We live in a beautiful world.Coldplay. Hotlife</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114291098668759684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114291098668759684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114291098668759684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114291098668759684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-were-sinking-like-stones-all-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114290964786684766</id><published>2006-03-21T03:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T04:01:15.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A coincidência insiste em fazer barulho.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114290964786684766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114290964786684766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114290964786684766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114290964786684766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/03/coincidncia-insiste-em-fazer-barulho.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114257079274584971</id><published>2006-03-17T05:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T16:32:47.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114257079274584971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114257079274584971&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114257079274584971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114257079274584971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114254668792652642</id><published>2006-03-16T22:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T05:15:30.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eles andam loucos. Nós também. Com tantaabundância,não se devequestionara loucura.Amo-vos.A todos. Obrigada, Universo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114254668792652642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114254668792652642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114254668792652642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114254668792652642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/03/eles-andam-loucos.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114245709387525413</id><published>2006-03-15T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:25:23.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You've got the world on a string, but don't lose your balance as the Moon leaves void status and enters Libra (3:13AM PST). There are a number of psychic, emotional or energy black holes that can zap you of vitality throughout the day. Here's why. A Venus-Vesta 150-degree aspect strikes at 11:53AM PST connecting Aquarius to Cancer. This awkward liaison can obscure your vision and understanding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114245709387525413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114245709387525413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114245709387525413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114245709387525413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/03/youve-got-world-on-string-but-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114238717880584025</id><published>2006-03-15T02:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T02:46:18.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Em caso de dúvida ou esclarecimento, que são basicamente a mesma coisa.... POST! Não vai dar ao mesmo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114238717880584025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114238717880584025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114238717880584025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114238717880584025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/03/em-caso-de-dvida-ou-esclarecimento-que_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114238660475714818</id><published>2006-03-15T02:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T02:36:44.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweet Dreams are made of this. C _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .You're the first, the last, my everything.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114238660475714818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114238660475714818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114238660475714818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114238660475714818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/03/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114230621123807678</id><published>2006-03-14T03:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T04:16:51.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estás lá?Se alguém responder quem fazia magia ali, eu não faço caso.Parecia tão longe, e esteve sempre a soar dentro de nós, ... e eramos muitos a sentir o acaso.Eu estou apaixonada por, acaso.  E lembrei-me daquela música até então desconhecida. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114230621123807678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114230621123807678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114230621123807678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114230621123807678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/03/ests-l-se-algum-responder-quem-fazia.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-114142652919928083</id><published>2006-03-03T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:55:29.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Awakening, slowly and gently, ... so curious about  this brand new day.Estou-te a ver, e tu a mim.Bom dia, belo desconhecido.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114142652919928083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=114142652919928083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114142652919928083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/114142652919928083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2006/03/awakening-slowly-and-gently.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-107099200719325727</id><published>2003-12-09T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T18:49:58.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Ter Dez 09, 09:19:54 AM | Rute Novais | edit ]Muito obrigado Acabou a Zero em Comportamento. Ou vai acabar. Pouco interessa. Interessantes eram sim, os filmes que passavam, sob o olhar atento de quem ama o cinema. Interessante era também assistir à mudança do panorama cinematográfico nacional. Do nascimento de ciclos, retrospectivas e revelações inéditas nos comuns circuitos comerciais. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/107099200719325727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=107099200719325727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/107099200719325727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/107099200719325727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2003/12/ter-dez-09-091954-am-rute-novais-edit.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-106044084497164149</id><published>2003-08-09T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T15:54:05.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Afficion de Paulo pela Guerra!Porque será que Paulo Portas, resolveu investir alguns dos milhões que os portugueses a custo, "enfiam" nos cofres do Estado, em aviõezinhos de guerra?Julgo estar a falar de uns F16, se não estou errada, mas mais importante do que a letra ou o número que os classifica, é de facto o propósito a que se destinam.Não estamos em guerra, mas mesmo que estivéssemos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/106044084497164149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=106044084497164149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/106044084497164149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/106044084497164149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2003/08/afficion-de-paulo-pela-guerra-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-106036719830410878</id><published>2003-08-08T19:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T20:00:37.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A HISTÓRIA DE PAULO. ou, O PAULO É SÓ STOYRIESProvavelmente, já se adivinha quem é o Paulo.Só um personagem com uma cara de pau assim, para competir com o clássico Pinocchio.Esta associação poderia ser proveniente das semelhanças entre os tamanhos dos narizes, ou a tendência para a mentira, mas não! Ela nasce mesmo da matéria; madeira-pau- cara de, Portas.Ambos são personagens, mas enquanto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/106036719830410878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=106036719830410878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/106036719830410878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/106036719830410878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2003/08/histria-de-paulo.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-106036702996803985</id><published>2003-08-08T19:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T13:49:21.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Férias. Desejadas. Merecidas.A serem gozadas. Gozadas.E o gozo de um cyber point, numa vila chamada Flor. Só para desabafar um pouco agora que os pássaros já começam a fugir assustados com o fumo...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/106036702996803985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=106036702996803985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/106036702996803985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/106036702996803985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2003/08/frias.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-105974060394252272</id><published>2003-08-01T13:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T13:24:03.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AcordarJá há algum tempo que venho a tentar desenvolver uma actividade matinal, que tem por objectivo, tornar o meu dia melhor, e cujos resultados, visíveis e agradáveis em quem a pratica, me criaram curiosidade e admiração.Esta actividade consiste em soltar uma gargalhada, na primeira manifestação do corpo acordado, ou seja, rir, saltar, rebolar energicamente até se sair da cama.Pareçe e é </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/105974060394252272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=105974060394252272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/105974060394252272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/105974060394252272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2003/08/acordar-j-h-algum-tempo-que-venho.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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-5630210.post-105958431516204729</id><published>2003-07-30T17:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T18:12:49.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pois sim! Mais uma "ficha", mais um Blog! E hoje que é particularmente difícil respirar, e que até dá jeito chegar ao escritório e ter o ar condicionado ( já agora condicionado a quê? ), Chamo-lhe respiro.Será que pareçe estranho estar a dizer isto?Será que interessa a alguém qual o porquê do nome deste "Sítio"?Isso a mim, é que não interessa.Valha-me a Liberdade, essa sim, amiga das horas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/feeds/105958431516204729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630210&amp;postID=105958431516204729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/105958431516204729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630210/posts/default/105958431516204729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://respiro.blogspot.com/2003/07/pois-sim-mais-uma-ficha-mais-um-blog-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Rute</name><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></feed>
