<?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-3766527937368035959</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:53:25.479-03:00</updated><title type='text'>rascunhos multifacetarios</title><subtitle type='html'>.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766527937368035959/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.Vitor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005251758348926175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--j-GMyXv0k/SrxcsPHGGoI/AAAAAAAAABY/AMFbm6KUfmE/S220/laranjeirascasamarela.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766527937368035959.post-9164088521883318874</id><published>2009-10-29T21:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:53:53.821-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parodia Kafkaniana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webventure.com.br/multimidia/fotos/foto_17983_2005-01-26_grande.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.webventure.com.br/multimidia/fotos/foto_17983_2005-01-26_grande.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Num certo dialogo entre Rubens, um &lt;i&gt;bebum&lt;/i&gt; de primeira das imediacoes de Pombal, e Joca, amigo de Jeca e Zeca, tambem bons bebedores, o primeiro, Rubens, bastante angustiado com sua existencia, fez o seguinte comentario - com muitas pausas, obviamente... "Amigo Joca", disse Rubens, "a vida aqui em Pombal ta muito complicada. Ha 35 anos atras a gente ia pro Riacho Doce ver as menininhas, andava &lt;i&gt;à beça&lt;/i&gt; de cavalo, jogava &lt;i&gt;marraia&lt;/i&gt; com os menino. O mundo, eu acho, ta ficando miúdo&amp;nbsp;com o tempo. Eu mesmo, pra chegar aqui nessa rua, antigamente andava mais. Hoje em dia a gente passa na padaria de Nelsinho, depois joga um sinuquinha comendo um &lt;i&gt;cuzcuzinho&lt;/i&gt; com carne de sol e tomando aquela caninha la no bar de Ricardo. Depois passa em banco, farmacia, jornaleiro. Da aquela parada em Luis e come um bode assado com a velha caninha. Ai se for em Luis, o nosso amigo Claudio fica com raiva se nao for na &lt;i&gt;birosca&lt;/i&gt; dele. A gente vai, toma outra cana e chega aqui. O mundo parece que ta a cada dia ficando mais miúdo! Eu ando tao rapido, amigo Joca, que ali na nossa frente tem a igreja de Pombal..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Voce so precisa mudar de direcao", disse Joca, e entraram no bar de Juarez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766527937368035959-9164088521883318874?l=rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/feeds/9164088521883318874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/2009/10/parodia-kafkaniana.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.quebarato.com.br/photos/big/F/9/2BE7F9_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://images.quebarato.com.br/photos/big/F/9/2BE7F9_1.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relaxe!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ponha seus pés aqui!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É gostoso, suave, macio...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eles ficam sequinhos, cara!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E sem frieiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766527937368035959-7462277395820720745?l=rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--j-GMyXv0k/SrxcsPHGGoI/AAAAAAAAABY/AMFbm6KUfmE/S220/laranjeirascasamarela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766527937368035959.post-3111424237689134745</id><published>2009-10-26T22:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:17:50.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MAH!carrão OH!Linda</title><content type='html'>Calabreza mergulhada em molho de tomate criando contraponto com atum e ervas finas - nem tao finas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;-Calabreza&lt;br /&gt;-Atum&lt;br /&gt;-Azeitona&lt;br /&gt;-Oregano&lt;br /&gt;-Manjericao&lt;br /&gt;-Salsa&lt;br /&gt;-Coentro&lt;br /&gt;-Alho&lt;br /&gt;-Tomate&lt;br /&gt;-Cebola&lt;br /&gt;-Molho de Tomate&lt;br /&gt;-Macarrao&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modo de Preparo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molhe tudo que da pra molhar &lt;br /&gt;Corte tudo que da pra cortar.&lt;br /&gt;Sacuda tudo que da pra sacudir. &lt;br /&gt;Refogue tudo que da pra refogar.&lt;br /&gt;Retire tudo que da pra retirar, pois tem coisas que ficam no fundo da panela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modo de Comer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com calma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766527937368035959-3111424237689134745?l=rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/feeds/3111424237689134745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/2009/10/mahcarrao-ohlinda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766527937368035959/posts/default/3111424237689134745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;acalmam sussurros&lt;br /&gt;de ser maculado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigo fazendo;&lt;br /&gt;pensando, subindo;&lt;br /&gt;percurso encantado;&lt;br /&gt;carinho surgindo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--j-GMyXv0k/SuTCHQJP0fI/AAAAAAAAACA/ylec3qQKQKU/s1600-h/2194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--j-GMyXv0k/SuTCHQJP0fI/AAAAAAAAACA/ylec3qQKQKU/s320/2194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;retorno ao passado;&lt;br /&gt;poente x aflito;&lt;br /&gt;vilao maltratado;&lt;br /&gt;carente menino;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travessas conversam;&lt;br /&gt;violas unidas;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;clarins resgatados;&lt;br /&gt;sentido da vida;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (refrao)&lt;br /&gt;vieira, ribeira;&lt;br /&gt;sem eira nem beira;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;olinda encantada;&lt;br /&gt;menina faceira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homenagem a Plinio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766527937368035959-6074962215410946394?l=rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/feeds/6074962215410946394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/2009/10/rebento.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766527937368035959/posts/default/6074962215410946394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766527937368035959/posts/default/6074962215410946394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/2009/10/rebento.html' title='Rebento'/><author><name>.Vitor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005251758348926175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--j-GMyXv0k/SrxcsPHGGoI/AAAAAAAAABY/AMFbm6KUfmE/S220/laranjeirascasamarela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--j-GMyXv0k/SuTCHQJP0fI/AAAAAAAAACA/ylec3qQKQKU/s72-c/2194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766527937368035959.post-5273462991329322610</id><published>2009-09-29T01:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:19:19.939-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Refletindo a aridez; &lt;br /&gt;Buscando o consolo;&lt;br /&gt;Na rapidez no pensamento;&lt;br /&gt;Embaraçada me torna;&lt;br /&gt;A entrega desejada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sem saber quem era;&lt;br /&gt;Lentificava os sentidos;&lt;br /&gt;Na sagacidade da espera;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Longa, prolixa, apodrecida;&lt;br /&gt;Viúva dos desejos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudança de posição;&lt;br /&gt;Na culpa indefinida;&lt;br /&gt;Gira o relógio;&lt;br /&gt;Gira o pensamento;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Para no instante; &lt;br /&gt;Fugaz e distante;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Girar-me, fazer-me, fazer-te, amar-lhe, cuidar-te, girar-lhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;No retorno à calma;&lt;br /&gt;Acalma, desalma;&lt;br /&gt;A alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--j-GMyXv0k/SsGKgv-kJ3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/MrAOw76qEQU/s1600-h/arco_e_flecha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--j-GMyXv0k/SsGKgv-kJ3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/MrAOw76qEQU/s320/arco_e_flecha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766527937368035959-5273462991329322610?l=rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/feeds/5273462991329322610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/2009/09/fugaz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766527937368035959/posts/default/5273462991329322610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766527937368035959/posts/default/5273462991329322610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/2009/09/fugaz.html' title='Fugaz'/><author><name>.Vitor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005251758348926175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--j-GMyXv0k/SrxcsPHGGoI/AAAAAAAAABY/AMFbm6KUfmE/S220/laranjeirascasamarela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--j-GMyXv0k/SsGKgv-kJ3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/MrAOw76qEQU/s72-c/arco_e_flecha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766527937368035959.post-6162038364133285110</id><published>2009-09-24T21:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:53:03.772-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Afrontando a inquietude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mutações entre o mundo e o artista, que se cerca de novas possibilidades &lt;i&gt;anti - internamente&lt;/i&gt; para só assim redescobrir o sentido da alma. Desviar-se para a busca do sentido. Isso é o que se torna absolutamente fantástico em uma investigação levemente estudada do interno. Agora se partindo do contraponto dentro-fora, acorda-se a possibilidade paradigmática do plano aqui - alem. Alem da busca, do partido alto, a partir das espinhas centralizadas no espírito &lt;i&gt;multifuncional&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;multiparticularizado&lt;/i&gt; e &lt;i&gt;semi-transcedente&lt;/i&gt;, atribuindo noções conflituosas no dia a dia, para apenas desta forma solucionar enigmas atribuídos ao individual, quando deveriam ser infligidos ao transcendental, onde a influencia no social acontece, através de rituais, e de mensagens para poucos, que são retratadas na coletividade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A polarização homem-mundo, difícil de ser instituída particularmente em momentos de fé, de captação metafísico-espiritual, ocorrem fundamentalmente a partir de pormenores. Oportunidades sublimes de se perceber o ser humano em sua própria origem, no sentido animalesco do ser, estado bruto, sem controle externo. As manifestações culturais brotam como um ponto de suporte a esta concepção. Estados &lt;i&gt;alucinativos&lt;/i&gt; de êxtase. Transcendência do tempo. Emoções primitivas. Separações naturais entre o homem e o social, porem dificilmente observadas por conta do pequeno coelho que se infiltra nos fios de cabelo humano, onde deveria sair da cartola. Olhares desvirtuados, de curto alcance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infonet.com.br/sysinfonet/images/secretarias/Not%C3%ADcias/lab_220805_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://www.infonet.com.br/sysinfonet/images/secretarias/Not%C3%ADcias/lab_220805_1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Transformações sucessivas incidem através da lente dentro da retina social. Absolutamente virtuosa. Fato arriscado. Representação da esfinge. Oportunidade para poucos, onde o mesmo coelho obturador, o animal que puxa o centro do ser humano para o fundo, pode seguir a passagem contraria. Peregrino da alma. Animal catalisador do mais profundo estado de encontro com as condições fetais. Parir. Primitivamente reprodutor. Retorno a condições de extrema segurança. Alimentação/Fome; Cuidado/Quebra; Homem/Homem; Dentro/Fora; Interno/Externo; Artista/Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;i&gt;ao lado foto de Sergival&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Sergipano, Compositor, Flautista, Violonista, Percussionista, Poeta, Dramaturgo, Desenhista, Roteirista, Diretor de Teatro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais sobre este grande artista: http://www.aracaju.com/musicos/sergival.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3766527937368035959-6162038364133285110?l=rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/feeds/6162038364133285110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/2009/09/afrontando-inquietude.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766527937368035959/posts/default/6162038364133285110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766527937368035959/posts/default/6162038364133285110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rascunhosmultifacetarios.blogspot.com/2009/09/afrontando-inquietude.html' title='Afrontando a inquietude'/><author><name>.Vitor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005251758348926175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--j-GMyXv0k/SrxcsPHGGoI/AAAAAAAAABY/AMFbm6KUfmE/S220/laranjeirascasamarela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
