<?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-2705946806416226736</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:36:03.045-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que pensar?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2705946806416226736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>O que pensar?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087477695412022692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vB529efFi6U/SR4X5YRQtuI/AAAAAAAAABU/scdfnpY5ROs/S220/kecya'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2705946806416226736.post-1092911708293889807</id><published>2008-07-08T20:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:16:46.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ojala (Silvio Rodríguez)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ojala que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan&lt;br /&gt;Para que no las puedas convertir en cristal&lt;br /&gt;ojala que la lluvia deje de ser el milagro que baja por tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;ojala que la luna pueda salir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;ojala que la tierra no te bese los pasos.&lt;br /&gt;(coro)&lt;br /&gt;ojala se te acabe la mirada constante&lt;br /&gt;la palara precisa, la sonrisa perfecta&lt;br /&gt;ojala pase algo que te borre de pronto&lt;br /&gt;una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve&lt;br /&gt;ojala por lo menos que me lleve la muerte&lt;br /&gt;para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre&lt;br /&gt;en todos los segundos, en todas las visiones&lt;br /&gt;ojala que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojala que la aurora no de gritos que caigan en mi espalda&lt;br /&gt;ojala que tu nombre se le olvide esa voz&lt;br /&gt;ojala las paredes no retengan tu ruido de camino cansado&lt;br /&gt;ojala que el deseo se valla tras de ti&lt;br /&gt;a tu viejo gobierno de difuntos y flores&lt;br /&gt;(coro)&lt;br /&gt;ojala se te acabe la mirada constante&lt;br /&gt;la palara precisa, la sonrisa perfecta&lt;br /&gt;ojala pase algo que te borre de pronto&lt;br /&gt;una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve&lt;br /&gt;ojala por lo menos que me lleve la muerte&lt;br /&gt;para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre&lt;br /&gt;en todos los segundos, en todas las visiones&lt;br /&gt;ojala que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dulce locura&lt;/strong&gt; (La Oreja De Van Gogh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendo el inventario de recuerdos de la historia&lt;br /&gt;mas bonita que en la vida escuche&lt;br /&gt;Vendo el guión de la pelicula mas triste y la&lt;br /&gt;mas bella que en la vida pude ver&lt;br /&gt;Vendo los acordes, la brillante melodía y la letra&lt;br /&gt;que en la vida compondré&lt;br /&gt;Vendo hasta el cartel donde se anuncia el estreno&lt;br /&gt;del momento que en la vida viviré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entiendo que te fueras y ahora pago mi condena,&lt;br /&gt;pero no me pidas que quiera vivir......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin tu luna, Sin tu sol, Sin tu dulce locura&lt;br /&gt;Me vuelvo pequeña y menuda&lt;br /&gt;La noche te sueña y se burla&lt;br /&gt;te intento abrazar y te escudas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendo una cámara gastada que captaba la mirada&lt;br /&gt;que en la vida grabare&lt;br /&gt;Vendo dos entradas caducadas que eran de segunda&lt;br /&gt;fila que en la vida romperé&lt;br /&gt;Vendo dos butacas reservadas hace siglos y ahora&lt;br /&gt;caigo que en la vida me senté&lt;br /&gt;Vendo hasta el cartel donde se anuncia el estreno&lt;br /&gt;del momento que en la vida viviré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entiendo que te fueras y ahora pago mi condena,&lt;br /&gt;pero no me pidas que quiera vivir......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin tu luna, Sin tu sol, Sin tu dulce locura&lt;br /&gt;Me vuelvo pequeña y menuda&lt;br /&gt;La noche te sueña y se burla&lt;br /&gt;te intento abrazar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin tu luna, Sin tu sol, Sin tu dulce locura&lt;br /&gt;Llorando como un día de lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Mi alma despega y te busca&lt;br /&gt;En un viaje que no vuelve nunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonreiré, cada noche al buscar, a tu luna en mi tejado&lt;br /&gt;el recuerdo de un abrazo, que me hace tiritar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin tu luna, Sin tu sol, Sin tu dulce locura&lt;br /&gt;Me vuelvo pequeña y menuda&lt;br /&gt;La noche te sueña y se burla&lt;br /&gt;te intento abrazar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin tu luna, Sin tu sol, Sin tu dulce locura&lt;br /&gt;Llorando como un día de lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Mi alma despega y te busca&lt;br /&gt;En un viaje que nunca volverá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2705946806416226736-1092911708293889807?l=acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1092911708293889807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2705946806416226736&amp;postID=1092911708293889807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2705946806416226736/posts/default/1092911708293889807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2705946806416226736/posts/default/1092911708293889807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/07/msicas.html' title='Músicas'/><author><name>O que pensar?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087477695412022692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vB529efFi6U/SR4X5YRQtuI/AAAAAAAAABU/scdfnpY5ROs/S220/kecya'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2705946806416226736.post-8846079612867655926</id><published>2008-03-17T00:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:26:14.027-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perseverança!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Muitas vezes nos sentimos tristes por não chegar ao final, ou até mesmo por desistirmos no meio do caminho, por medo de tentar seguir a diante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e169382eb89a0b8f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De169382eb89a0b8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331859948%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63FF9F7D6D3E074B311B34D36D17A8CFA017D463.119ED7F218437BDBA02003B94573158FDBF558DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De169382eb89a0b8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNscitGefBVIxOzX6tZ14H3opeDY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E me pergunto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Qual seria o preço de uma promessa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Será que uma promessa vale a desistência de algo que se deseja muito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Até que ponto devemos seguir a risca o que prometemos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Será que esta seria a melhor atitude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quantas perguntas e nenhuma resposta, somente aquele que sofre o momento poderia responder e no entanto é o que mais foge dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tenho certeza que a loucura desejada não é melhor que a usufruída, mesmo que ela represente o começo ou fim de tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por melhor que seja o momento um dia acaba, e é essa tristeza que não devemos levar conosco e sim o que tudo isso representou, representa e continuará a influenciar em nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quantas pessoas conhecemos e tivemos oportunidade de conviver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quantas pessoas nos fizeram chorar e quantos outras nós os fizemos também? E mesmo assim todos continuaram a viver. Devemos ser persistentes, não desistir no primeiro embate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Assim como no vídeo acima que levou 2 anos para que a apresentação fosse realizada, porque não persistir um pouco mais e buscar viver essa perfeição que Deus nos deu que foi a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIDA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2705946806416226736-8846079612867655926?l=acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e169382eb89a0b8f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8846079612867655926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2705946806416226736&amp;postID=8846079612867655926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2705946806416226736/posts/default/8846079612867655926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2705946806416226736/posts/default/8846079612867655926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/perseverana.html' title='Perseverança!!!'/><author><name>O que pensar?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087477695412022692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vB529efFi6U/SR4X5YRQtuI/AAAAAAAAABU/scdfnpY5ROs/S220/kecya'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2705946806416226736.post-2856570486562360754</id><published>2007-09-13T23:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:33:30.057-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A procura de respostas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vB529efFi6U/RunyxOD6w9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/kPzGRZjr6nA/s1600-h/fadaazul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109882179630580690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vB529efFi6U/RunyxOD6w9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/kPzGRZjr6nA/s320/fadaazul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Imagine que todas as suas perguntas tivesse resposta. Saiba que isso hoje é possível!&lt;br /&gt;Com a internet você pode ter a resposta que deseja, e comecei a minha busca.&lt;br /&gt;Comecei por um oráulo de Delfus que me mandou: ” Procura a verdade, pela qual nenhum homem jamais foi ferido.”Será que ela existe?Resolvi perguntar qual seria essa verdade? E ele me respondeu:A pressa confunde a livre escolha do caminho.Não satisfeita perguntei novamente. “Devo continuar no mesmo caminho?” E me responderam: É em seu coração que reside o princípio e o fim de todas as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Ao buscar os biscoitinhos da sorte eles me disseram:&lt;br /&gt;"Se hoje é o primeiro dia do resto dasua vida, então o que foi ontem?""Faça hoje as tarefas que tem evitado há muito tempo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E finalizei com a mensagem da periquita que diz ter visto sorte no número - 22649.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O importante é nunca esquecer que temos o livre arbítrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2705946806416226736-2856570486562360754?l=acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2856570486562360754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2705946806416226736&amp;postID=2856570486562360754' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2705946806416226736/posts/default/2856570486562360754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2705946806416226736/posts/default/2856570486562360754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/09/procura-de-respostas.html' title='A procura de respostas'/><author><name>O que pensar?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087477695412022692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vB529efFi6U/SR4X5YRQtuI/AAAAAAAAABU/scdfnpY5ROs/S220/kecya'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vB529efFi6U/RunyxOD6w9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/kPzGRZjr6nA/s72-c/fadaazul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2705946806416226736.post-1089209837154055625</id><published>2007-09-13T21:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:48:38.377-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Hoje e o Amanhã!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vB529efFi6U/RunX_-D6w8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/njx2aXml6Zw/s1600-h/pensamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109852746219701186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vB529efFi6U/RunX_-D6w8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/njx2aXml6Zw/s320/pensamento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Há momentos em que não há nada dizer e outros que necessitamos falar mais que tudo na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;São nesses momentos que nos expomos e deixamos que os outros nos vejam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Talvez pareça sem sentido, mas hoje é o dia em que preciso falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Seja de política, amor, futebol. Sobre as minhas amigas, com as minhas amigas. Na verdade, eu preciso falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje falei com uma grande amiga, ela me disse que amanhã tudo resolve, mas quando é o amanhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Será que ele demora? Será que ainda vou querer o que desejo agora, quando ele chegar? Só sei que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Somente os que tem passado, um dia terão futuro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2705946806416226736-1089209837154055625?l=acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1089209837154055625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2705946806416226736&amp;postID=1089209837154055625' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2705946806416226736/posts/default/1089209837154055625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2705946806416226736/posts/default/1089209837154055625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-hoje-e-o-amanh.html' title='O Hoje e o Amanhã!'/><author><name>O que pensar?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087477695412022692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vB529efFi6U/SR4X5YRQtuI/AAAAAAAAABU/scdfnpY5ROs/S220/kecya'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vB529efFi6U/RunX_-D6w8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/njx2aXml6Zw/s72-c/pensamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2705946806416226736.post-5705739194997291012</id><published>2007-09-03T17:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:36:58.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que pensar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vB529efFi6U/RtxwOJDVUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VloWfFERFUU/s1600-h/P1010452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106079465781678674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vB529efFi6U/RtxwOJDVUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VloWfFERFUU/s320/P1010452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Depois de muitos amigos criarem seus bloggers...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pode até parecer que esteja imitando-os, mas como não acredito que duas ou mais pessoas sejam completamente iguais em seus pensamentos resolvi aderir. E espero que meus amigos, e futuros amigos me ajudem a contruí-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2705946806416226736-5705739194997291012?l=acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5705739194997291012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2705946806416226736&amp;postID=5705739194997291012' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2705946806416226736/posts/default/5705739194997291012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2705946806416226736/posts/default/5705739194997291012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acapturadepensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-que-pensar.html' title='O que pensar?'/><author><name>O que pensar?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14087477695412022692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vB529efFi6U/SR4X5YRQtuI/AAAAAAAAABU/scdfnpY5ROs/S220/kecya'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vB529efFi6U/RtxwOJDVUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VloWfFERFUU/s72-c/P1010452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
