<?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-3214482</id><updated>2012-01-17T15:23:40.502-02:00</updated><title type='text'>RELATOS</title><subtitle type='html'>"Chamamos de imoralidade toda moral que seja diferente da nossa."
(Anatole France)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Junior</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214482.post-115506221130809895</id><published>2006-08-08T15:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:19:04.146-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"O samba de Maria Luiza. O samba de Maria Luiza. O samba de Maria Luiza é bonito pra chuchu, Ela canta e ela dança, menina, O samba da Marilu, Marilu, Marilu, Marilu. O samba de Maria Luiza é bonito como o quê, E é por isso que o papai Já tá apaixonado por você, Tá apaixonado por você Maria Luiza."Tom Jobim </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatos.blogspot.com/feeds/115506221130809895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3214482&amp;postID=115506221130809895' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214482/posts/default/115506221130809895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214482/posts/default/115506221130809895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatos.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-samba-de-maria-luiza.html' title=''/><author><name>Junior</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-3214482.post-114239021785642551</id><published>2006-03-14T22:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T18:58:58.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha marca</title><summary type='text'>Há muitos anos eu comecei a escrever um pouco para compartilhar o que penso, um pouco para tirar algumas coisas da cabeça, pois tive um professor no colégio, ha muito tempo atrás, que dizia para escrever tudo o que se passava pela cabeça, mesmo as idéias mais esdrúxulas, que sempre, ou pelo menos quase, surgiria uma idéia brilhante, original, aquela idéia que deixaria minha marca no mundo.Comecei</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatos.blogspot.com/feeds/114239021785642551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3214482&amp;postID=114239021785642551' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214482/posts/default/114239021785642551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214482/posts/default/114239021785642551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatos.blogspot.com/2006/03/minha-marca.html' title='Minha marca'/><author><name>Junior</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-3214482.post-7311567</id><published>2001-11-22T02:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:38:34.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O TEMPO NÃO PARA</title><summary type='text'>               Seria covardia aqueles com excesso de zelo? Aqueles que já se acomodaram para a vida e assim tudo esta bem? Talvez seja mais simples assim, sem muita ganância, esperando a vida continuar sempre na velocidade em que nos acostumamos, sem riscos, afinal por que arriscar-se? Quanto mais alto subir, maior o tombo, não é? Talvez, as pessoas pensem assim, quem sabe, todo cuidado é pouco, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214482/posts/default/7311567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214482/posts/default/7311567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatos.blogspot.com/2001/11/o-tempo-no-para.html' title='O TEMPO NÃO PARA'/><author><name>Junior</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></entry></feed>
