<?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-332847743511510160</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:59:28.173-07:00</updated><category term='que sono...'/><category term='Ai'/><category term='Encontro de manos Á volta de uma sobremesa de gelatina.'/><category term='Saudadinha...'/><category term='...'/><title type='text'>Clorofila</title><subtitle type='html'>Um minuto de fuga para o paraíso com os meus meninos... Era tudo o que mais queria.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332847743511510160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clorofila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601668105280437093</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/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPJ84yulsPI/AAAAAAAAABo/C0_4G0nmVKM/S220/rebento+planta.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332847743511510160.post-8587209721049271085</id><published>2008-12-25T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:39:38.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>«Não empurre o rio. Ele irá viajar à sua velocidade de qualquer maneira.» Ditado Budista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SVPD4KGnCeI/AAAAAAAAADw/-Dg9aRrE92E/s1600-h/ZZ1901EAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SVPD4KGnCeI/AAAAAAAAADw/-Dg9aRrE92E/s320/ZZ1901EAAA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283782157387893218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  A vida é como um rio do tempo, flui à sua própria velocidade, imutável. Por mais que seja a nossa vontade, de nada servirá empurrarmos o rio do tempo, apenas servirá para vivermos as experiências da nossa vida como se de salpicos se tratassem, comprometendo toda a aprendizagem que poderíamos delas tirar. Por isso a nós cabe optar por navegar contra a corrente ou fluir com ela calmamente.&lt;br /&gt;                  A impaciência rouba-nos alegria, paz e felicidade, pauta-nos com ansiedade, preocupações inúteis e frustrações. A impaciência é das mais evidentes características da sociedade em que vivemos Nós queremos o que queremos e queremo-lo agora!! Mas não é assim que o Universo funciona. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As coisas vêm ter connosco quando estamos preparados para as recebermos e para as compreendermos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;ver Brian Weiss,« Muitos Corpos, Uma só Alma», cap.6&lt;/span&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/332847743511510160-8587209721049271085?l=clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com/feeds/8587209721049271085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332847743511510160&amp;postID=8587209721049271085' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332847743511510160/posts/default/8587209721049271085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332847743511510160/posts/default/8587209721049271085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-empurre-o-rio-ele-ir-viajar-sua.html' title='«Não empurre o rio. Ele irá viajar à sua velocidade de qualquer maneira.» Ditado Budista'/><author><name>Clorofila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601668105280437093</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/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPJ84yulsPI/AAAAAAAAABo/C0_4G0nmVKM/S220/rebento+planta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SVPD4KGnCeI/AAAAAAAAADw/-Dg9aRrE92E/s72-c/ZZ1901EAAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332847743511510160.post-8965882911935377963</id><published>2008-11-07T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:04:35.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Porque a vida é assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SR9wh5luYCI/AAAAAAAAADo/lzhmMz_OBi4/s1600-h/na_praia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SR9wh5luYCI/AAAAAAAAADo/lzhmMz_OBi4/s320/na_praia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269053816743813154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias cheios de vento,&lt;br /&gt;há dias cheios de raiva...&lt;br /&gt;há dias cheios de lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem dias cheios de amor,&lt;br /&gt;que nos dão a coragem de ir em frente, todos os dias de nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M. Batagglia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332847743511510160-8965882911935377963?l=clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com/feeds/8965882911935377963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332847743511510160&amp;postID=8965882911935377963' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332847743511510160/posts/default/8965882911935377963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332847743511510160/posts/default/8965882911935377963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com/2008/11/h-dias-cheios-de-vento-h-dias-cheios-de.html' title='Porque a vida é assim...'/><author><name>Clorofila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601668105280437093</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/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPJ84yulsPI/AAAAAAAAABo/C0_4G0nmVKM/S220/rebento+planta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SR9wh5luYCI/AAAAAAAAADo/lzhmMz_OBi4/s72-c/na_praia+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332847743511510160.post-8607360012905515589</id><published>2008-10-16T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:22:43.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para o pai tronco, que suporta, trémulo, o peso dos ramos e folhas da nossa árvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPfKqWjrILI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VnnSQDgtLXw/s1600-h/praia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPfKqWjrILI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VnnSQDgtLXw/s320/praia2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257893918936866994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É Sexta-feira, você chega a casa e pega em alguns jornais que não conseguiu ler durante a semana. Liga a televisão e tira-lhe o som, coloca um disco. Usa o controlo remoto para passar de um canal para o outro, enquanto folheia algumas páginas e presta a atenção á música que está a tocar. Os jornais não trazem nenhuma novidade, a programação da televisão é repetitiva e você já ouviu este disco dezena de vezes.&lt;br /&gt;A sua mulher está a cuidar das crianças, sacrificando o melhor da sua juventude, sem perceber muito bem porque  é que o faz. Uma desculpa passa pela sua cabeça: «Bem, a vida é isto mesmo.» Não, a vida não é isto mesmo. A vida é entusiasmo. Pense onde é que você enterrou o seu entusismo. Pegue na sua mulher e nos seus filhos e procure-o, antes que seja tarde demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O amor nunca impediu ninguém de seguir os seus sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;MAKTUB&lt;/span&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/332847743511510160-8607360012905515589?l=clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com/feeds/8607360012905515589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332847743511510160&amp;postID=8607360012905515589' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332847743511510160/posts/default/8607360012905515589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332847743511510160/posts/default/8607360012905515589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-o-pai-tronco-que-suporta-trmulo-o.html' title='Para o pai tronco, que suporta, trémulo, o peso dos ramos e folhas da nossa árvore'/><author><name>Clorofila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601668105280437093</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/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPJ84yulsPI/AAAAAAAAABo/C0_4G0nmVKM/S220/rebento+planta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPfKqWjrILI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VnnSQDgtLXw/s72-c/praia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332847743511510160.post-7714823765986413167</id><published>2008-10-13T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:49:34.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a árvore-mãe que me deu semente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPPPCdgefWI/AAAAAAAAACY/uM1Zhs1MlOs/s1600-h/Campo+com+tulipas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPPPCdgefWI/AAAAAAAAACY/uM1Zhs1MlOs/s200/Campo+com+tulipas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256772831259032930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Na véspera de Natal um viajante e a sua mulher faziam o balanço do ano que estava a acabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Durante o jantar, no único restaurante de uma povoação dos Pirinéus, o viajante começou a protestar contra uma coisa qualquer que não tinha corrido como ele desejava. A mulher olhava fixamente a árvore de Natal que enfeitava o restaurante. O viajante achou que ela já não estava interessada na conversa e mudou de assunto: - Bela iluminação desta árvore - disse. - É verdade - -respondeu a mulher. - Mas se reparares bem, no meio destas dezenas de lâmpadas há uma que está fundida. Parece-me que, em vez de veres o ano como dezenas de bençãos que brilharam, estás a fixar o olhar na única lâmpada que nâo iluminou nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;                                                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;                                                                                                                                                         MAKTUB&lt;/span&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/332847743511510160-7714823765986413167?l=clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com/feeds/7714823765986413167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332847743511510160&amp;postID=7714823765986413167' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332847743511510160/posts/default/7714823765986413167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332847743511510160/posts/default/7714823765986413167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-rvore-me-que-me-deu-semente.html' title='Para a árvore-mãe que me deu semente.'/><author><name>Clorofila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601668105280437093</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/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPJ84yulsPI/AAAAAAAAABo/C0_4G0nmVKM/S220/rebento+planta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPPPCdgefWI/AAAAAAAAACY/uM1Zhs1MlOs/s72-c/Campo+com+tulipas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332847743511510160.post-2468366145712214369</id><published>2008-10-12T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:01:50.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudadinha...'/><title type='text'>Para o meu menino maior... Porque te amo muito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPNiCuWuVYI/AAAAAAAAACI/iQa-y9cefaA/s1600-h/tulipa+vermelha+isolada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPNiCuWuVYI/AAAAAAAAACI/iQa-y9cefaA/s200/tulipa+vermelha+isolada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256652989014103426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"...E e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;nquanto as nossas bocas se esmagavam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E as doces curvas do teu corpo se ajustavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ás linhas forte do meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Os nossos olhos muito perto, imensos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No desespero desse abraço mudo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Confessaram-se tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...Enquanto nós pairavamos, suspensos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Entre a terra e o céu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                        "Adão e Eva"      José Régio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332847743511510160-2468366145712214369?l=clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com/feeds/2468366145712214369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332847743511510160&amp;postID=2468366145712214369' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332847743511510160/posts/default/2468366145712214369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332847743511510160/posts/default/2468366145712214369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-o-meu-menino-maior-porque-te-amo.html' title='Para o meu menino maior... Porque te amo muito.'/><author><name>Clorofila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601668105280437093</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/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPJ84yulsPI/AAAAAAAAABo/C0_4G0nmVKM/S220/rebento+planta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPNiCuWuVYI/AAAAAAAAACI/iQa-y9cefaA/s72-c/tulipa+vermelha+isolada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332847743511510160.post-5540020754010377360</id><published>2008-10-11T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:29:51.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encontro de manos Á volta de uma sobremesa de gelatina.'/><title type='text'>A vida é como um prato de gelatina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SQ-Xa-0nuFI/AAAAAAAAADg/qElxCG6Eu9g/s1600-h/IMG_4850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 84px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SQ-Xa-0nuFI/AAAAAAAAADg/qElxCG6Eu9g/s320/IMG_4850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264592979215497298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treme treme mas quando se come a primeira colher apetece comer mais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332847743511510160-5540020754010377360?l=clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com/feeds/5540020754010377360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332847743511510160&amp;postID=5540020754010377360' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332847743511510160/posts/default/5540020754010377360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332847743511510160/posts/default/5540020754010377360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clorofila-pikena.blogspot.com/2008/10/vida-como-um-prato-de-gelatina.html' title='A vida é como um prato de gelatina'/><author><name>Clorofila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601668105280437093</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/_9mBReTxu1XM/SPJ84yulsPI/AAAAAAAAABo/C0_4G0nmVKM/S220/rebento+planta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SQ-Xa-0nuFI/AAAAAAAAADg/qElxCG6Eu9g/s72-c/IMG_4850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332847743511510160.post-2554483782803684196</id><published>2008-10-10T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:00:39.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='que sono...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mBReTxu1XM/SP5CgEBlNgI/AAAAAAAAADY/lT1ZjmI_fQM/s1600-h/campo+cereais+com+cabana+isolada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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