<?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-2236962450066449318</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:36:23.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instinto e  Pulsões</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sweetcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117252585662316940</uri><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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236962450066449318.post-7524098946380074673</id><published>2007-09-25T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T17:52:29.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/Rvms2Wac5vI/AAAAAAAAABA/pQcfJvLLBNw/s1600-h/veadinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/Rvms2Wac5vI/AAAAAAAAABA/pQcfJvLLBNw/s400/veadinho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114308901585348338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/Rvms2mac5wI/AAAAAAAAABI/sDI4nLXvFH8/s1600-h/indiano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/Rvms2mac5wI/AAAAAAAAABI/sDI4nLXvFH8/s400/indiano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114308905880315650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filhote em Goiás na região queimada, procurando a mãe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dançarino indiano em cerimônia de abertura da Conferência Parlamentar da Comunidade Britânica, em Nova Déli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236962450066449318-7524098946380074673?l=instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7524098946380074673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236962450066449318&amp;postID=7524098946380074673' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/7524098946380074673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/7524098946380074673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/2007/09/filhote-em-gois-na-regio-queimada.html' title=''/><author><name>sweetcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117252585662316940</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/Rvms2Wac5vI/AAAAAAAAABA/pQcfJvLLBNw/s72-c/veadinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236962450066449318.post-1686642618906241864</id><published>2007-09-03T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:31:21.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pq sonhar é preciso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/Rtw20Mt_EtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iso9JieWMXs/s1600-h/voando-praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/Rtw20Mt_EtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iso9JieWMXs/s400/voando-praia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106016347926500050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236962450066449318-1686642618906241864?l=instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1686642618906241864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236962450066449318&amp;postID=1686642618906241864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/1686642618906241864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/1686642618906241864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/2007/09/pq-sonhar-preciso.html' title='pq sonhar é preciso'/><author><name>sweetcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117252585662316940</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/Rtw20Mt_EtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iso9JieWMXs/s72-c/voando-praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236962450066449318.post-257459980984317339</id><published>2007-08-29T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:45:13.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/RtWvgMt_ErI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7NYwEPQH-Zc/s1600-h/bode+morto+queimado+num+inc%C3%AAndio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/RtWvgMt_ErI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7NYwEPQH-Zc/s400/bode+morto+queimado+num+inc%C3%AAndio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104178720399102642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/RtWvgMt_EsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/53d_xiLSo64/s1600-h/festa+do+tomate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/RtWvgMt_EsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/53d_xiLSo64/s400/festa+do+tomate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104178720399102658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bode morto queimado num incendio, Grécia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festa do tomate, Espanha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236962450066449318-257459980984317339?l=instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/feeds/257459980984317339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236962450066449318&amp;postID=257459980984317339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/257459980984317339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/257459980984317339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/bode-morto-queimado-num-incendio-grcia.html' title=''/><author><name>sweetcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117252585662316940</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/RtWvgMt_ErI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7NYwEPQH-Zc/s72-c/bode+morto+queimado+num+inc%C3%AAndio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236962450066449318.post-7726441867948035334</id><published>2007-08-26T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:19:14.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música que estou ouvindo now..</title><content type='html'>"Sem lhe conhecer &lt;br /&gt;Senti uma vontade louca&lt;br /&gt;De querer vc&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre se entende&lt;br /&gt;As loucuras de uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;Tem jeito, não&lt;br /&gt;Olha pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Faz tempo que o meu coração não bate assim&lt;br /&gt;Me diz seu nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO ME NEGUE A VONTADE DE SONHAR&lt;br /&gt;DE SONHAR OS MEUS SONHOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com vc&lt;br /&gt;Despertando pro seu adormecer&lt;br /&gt;Seria bom demais&lt;br /&gt;Que bem vc me faz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loucuras de uma paixão (Jorge Aragão)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236962450066449318-7726441867948035334?l=instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7726441867948035334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236962450066449318&amp;postID=7726441867948035334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/7726441867948035334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/7726441867948035334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/msica-que-estou-ouvindo-now.html' title='Música que estou ouvindo now..'/><author><name>sweetcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117252585662316940</uri><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-2236962450066449318.post-2586687691062500772</id><published>2007-08-19T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:00:50.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tempo</title><content type='html'>"Há outro tempo que a TV não mostra(...). Meu tempo não corresponde à marcação da horas, minutos e segundos, no rélogio, disposto em dias, semanas, meses, anos,estações, ciclos lunares etc. Meu tempo é interior: ele desobedece ao relógio, flui dentro das personagens, como um eterno presente, um tempo-duração (Bergson), sem começo, nem meio, nem fim. (Massaud Moisés):&lt;br /&gt; 'Dir-se-ia que o último, consciente ou não, de qualquer narrador consiste em criar o tempo. (...) Criando o tempo, o homem  nutre a sensação de superar a brevidade da existência, e de identificar-se, demiurgicamente, com o tempo cósmico, que permanece para sempre, indiferente à infinitude da vida humana; gerando o tempo, o ficcionista alimenta a ilusão de imobilizá-lo ou de transcendê-lo.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilene Felinto (CAROS AMIGOS/agosto 2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236962450066449318-2586687691062500772?l=instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2586687691062500772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236962450066449318&amp;postID=2586687691062500772' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/2586687691062500772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/2586687691062500772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/tempo.html' title='tempo'/><author><name>sweetcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117252585662316940</uri><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-2236962450066449318.post-7019688702718350254</id><published>2007-08-16T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:11:30.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unwriten / natasha bedingfield</title><content type='html'>"I am a unwriten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined&lt;br /&gt;I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending&lt;br /&gt;unplanned..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236962450066449318-7019688702718350254?l=instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7019688702718350254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236962450066449318&amp;postID=7019688702718350254' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/7019688702718350254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/7019688702718350254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/unwriten-natasha-bedingfield.html' title='unwriten / natasha bedingfield'/><author><name>sweetcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117252585662316940</uri><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-2236962450066449318.post-3235478937616317579</id><published>2007-08-15T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T10:15:16.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpo Presente</title><content type='html'>"Carmen não me dá vontade de escrever. Se o mundo fosse real como Carmen, não teria nada a dizer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Paulo Cuenca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236962450066449318-3235478937616317579?l=instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3235478937616317579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236962450066449318&amp;postID=3235478937616317579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/3235478937616317579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/3235478937616317579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/corpo-presente.html' title='Corpo Presente'/><author><name>sweetcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117252585662316940</uri><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-2236962450066449318.post-628925768150133764</id><published>2007-08-09T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T17:48:12.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comercial ou conceitual?</title><content type='html'>Minha nova descoberta: existe tipos de modelo... a comercial (tradicional, cabelo grande, franjinha e pá!) e a conceitual (estilo próprio).. What do u prefere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236962450066449318-628925768150133764?l=instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/feeds/628925768150133764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236962450066449318&amp;postID=628925768150133764' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/628925768150133764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/628925768150133764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/comercial-ou-conceitual.html' title='comercial ou conceitual?'/><author><name>sweetcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117252585662316940</uri><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-2236962450066449318.post-1779628026578282203</id><published>2007-08-07T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:28:14.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa sorte/ Good luck</title><content type='html'>"Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;br /&gt;É demais &lt;br /&gt;É pesado&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;br /&gt;Irreais &lt;br /&gt;Expectativas &lt;br /&gt;Desleais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it&lt;br /&gt;There is no way&lt;br /&gt;It's over, good luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;It's only words&lt;br /&gt;And What I feel&lt;br /&gt;Won't change"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa Da Mata feat. Ben Harper)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236962450066449318-1779628026578282203?l=instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1779628026578282203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236962450066449318&amp;postID=1779628026578282203' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/1779628026578282203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/1779628026578282203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/boa-sorte-good-luck.html' title='Boa sorte/ Good luck'/><author><name>sweetcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117252585662316940</uri><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-2236962450066449318.post-2750059426341242004</id><published>2007-08-06T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T07:57:48.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>p/ amantes do sol</title><content type='html'>Descoberta e dica do dia: tomar sol lendo Máquina de Pinball, Clarah Averbuck. E caso goste, ou consiga, ouvindo um mp3... TOP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236962450066449318-2750059426341242004?l=instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2750059426341242004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236962450066449318&amp;postID=2750059426341242004' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/2750059426341242004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/2750059426341242004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/p-amantes-do-sol_06.html' title='p/ amantes do sol'/><author><name>sweetcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117252585662316940</uri><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-2236962450066449318.post-1636513875706825753</id><published>2007-07-23T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:21:05.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J'aime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/RqVg83gNl1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h3jqxptPdVw/s1600-h/olhos-euelari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090581552619689810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/RqVg83gNl1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h3jqxptPdVw/s320/olhos-euelari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     La.. happy birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;                                      ..continue com asas ao vento&lt;br /&gt;                                     e me carregando junto.. eh logicooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236962450066449318-1636513875706825753?l=instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1636513875706825753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236962450066449318&amp;postID=1636513875706825753' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/1636513875706825753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/1636513875706825753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/jaime.html' title='J&apos;aime'/><author><name>sweetcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117252585662316940</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2PSlwqdryg/RqVg83gNl1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h3jqxptPdVw/s72-c/olhos-euelari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236962450066449318.post-3461562447915481270</id><published>2007-06-21T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T08:10:27.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado</title><content type='html'>"Sem cuidado o ser humano não vive nem sobrevive.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo precisa de cuidado para continuar a existir.&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado representa uma relação amorosa para com a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Onde vige cuidado de uns para com os outros desaparece o MEDO, ORIGEM SECRETA DE TODA VIOLÊNCIA, como analisou Freud.&lt;br /&gt;A cultura da paz começa quando se cultiva a memória e o exemplo&lt;br /&gt;de figuras que representaram o cuidado e a vivência de dimensão de generosidade&lt;br /&gt;que nos habita, como Gandhi, Dom Hélder Câmara e Luther King e outros.&lt;br /&gt;Importa fazermos as revoluções moleculares (Guattari), começando por nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um estabelece como projeto pessoal e coletivo A PAZ ENQUANTO MÉTODO E ENQUANTO META, paz que resulta dos valores de cooperação,&lt;br /&gt;do cuidado, da com-paixão e da amorosidade, vividos cotidianamente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Leonardo Boff)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236962450066449318-3461562447915481270?l=instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3461562447915481270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236962450066449318&amp;postID=3461562447915481270' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/3461562447915481270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236962450066449318/posts/default/3461562447915481270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instintoepulsoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/cuidado.html' title='Cuidado'/><author><name>sweetcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117252585662316940</uri><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>
