<?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-2916093040986959198</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:18:52.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Recheio da História</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213384740826770918</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/_TPUxt-eyAkQ/SVBUM3QL1CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aZ-ntO_hcyg/S220/Imagem+084.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916093040986959198.post-4247907859013982357</id><published>2009-01-20T00:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:38:55.066-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ira Divina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobiram a causa dos 9 mortos e os zentos e vinte e seis feridos, amputados e surtados naquela igreja do kaká! Castigo. Os que morreram estavam sem pagar o dízimo há muito tempo. Os rebentados devem pouco e esse foi o último aviso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ouvindo e procurando meu carnê:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Placebo - My sweet prince.mp3&lt;/strong&gt;&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/2916093040986959198-4247907859013982357?l=orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4247907859013982357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916093040986959198&amp;postID=4247907859013982357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/4247907859013982357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/4247907859013982357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/01/ira-divina-descobiram-causa-dos-9.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213384740826770918</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/_TPUxt-eyAkQ/SVBUM3QL1CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aZ-ntO_hcyg/S220/Imagem+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916093040986959198.post-4419337356314255977</id><published>2009-01-13T00:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:04:18.573-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Da Contratura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPUxt-eyAkQ/SW1PFkbwtzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BBuIDucuwHs/s1600-h/corrida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290972094328256306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPUxt-eyAkQ/SW1PFkbwtzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BBuIDucuwHs/s320/corrida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2º Dia. Sentí uma dor leve em alguns músculos nos tornozelos durante o dia. Mas nada comparado ao que esperava sentir. Cheguei do trabalho e dei uma relaxada. Lá pelas oito, saí pra caminhada de aquecimento. Hoje não sentí o "incômodo" de ontem na altura do cóccix. Mas uns 5 minutos, os músculos das canelas e da coxas começaram a gritar e agora sim, mesmo parado, posso dizer que a dor é mais do que esperava. Caraleow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ouvindo preocupado com as câimbras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Marina Lima - Pessoa.mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916093040986959198-4419337356314255977?l=orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4419337356314255977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916093040986959198&amp;postID=4419337356314255977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/4419337356314255977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/4419337356314255977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/01/da-contratura-2-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213384740826770918</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/_TPUxt-eyAkQ/SVBUM3QL1CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aZ-ntO_hcyg/S220/Imagem+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPUxt-eyAkQ/SW1PFkbwtzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BBuIDucuwHs/s72-c/corrida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916093040986959198.post-443138722547279823</id><published>2009-01-13T00:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:31:40.234-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Da Empolgação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pra 1º dia, até que fui bem. Acho. Caminhei uma meia hora e corri uns 10 minutos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Triste é achar que andar de bicicleta basta. Até que é um bom exercício. Ou, melhor que nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas quando você corre, mesmo que moderadamente, e em pouco tempo está sem fôlego, é que você vê que vai precisar ter paciência. Deixar o corpo encontrar o ritmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é tanta coisa que nunca pensei fazer um dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ouvindo e alongando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sade - Never as good as the first time.mp3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916093040986959198-443138722547279823?l=orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/443138722547279823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916093040986959198&amp;postID=443138722547279823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/443138722547279823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/443138722547279823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/01/da-empolgao-pra-1-dia-at-que-fui-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213384740826770918</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/_TPUxt-eyAkQ/SVBUM3QL1CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aZ-ntO_hcyg/S220/Imagem+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916093040986959198.post-665141764906467561</id><published>2009-01-12T00:11:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:52:13.137-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do Pensamento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então percebi que nunca fui de planejar essas coisas de projetos futuros das viradas de ano. Ainda não comecei a fazer, só percebi que nunca fiz isso nos anteriores. Via a passagem como algo normal. Rotineiro. Não tinha muitas expectativas. Ainda não vejo essa coisa de "ciclo" mas já entendo. Ou quase isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E vi que não é preciso fazer/idealizar qualquer coisa nas passagens de ano. Tem que ser toda hora. Todo dia. O tempo todo. Ou quase isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô ensaiando começar a correr. Agora no período da noite e passar pra parte da manhã logo-logo. Quero ver inspiração pra acordar às 6 da madrugada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ouvindo e pre-visualizando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Norah Jones - Sunrise.mp3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2916093040986959198-665141764906467561?l=orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/665141764906467561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916093040986959198&amp;postID=665141764906467561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/665141764906467561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/665141764906467561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-pensamento-e-ento-percebi-que-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213384740826770918</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/_TPUxt-eyAkQ/SVBUM3QL1CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aZ-ntO_hcyg/S220/Imagem+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916093040986959198.post-1401046621291809159</id><published>2008-12-30T01:23:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:54:21.349-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tempo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um ano que finda.&lt;br /&gt;Em 2008 um monte de coisa mudou.&lt;br /&gt;O problema nem é envelhecer. Mas sim o tempo, que vai passando cada vez mais rápido. Horas. Dias. Meses. Ano. Tudo voa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim, um 2009 Foderoso para todos. Nós.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ouvindo e virando a folha do calendário:&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Music - If there is something.mp3&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/2916093040986959198-1401046621291809159?l=orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1401046621291809159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916093040986959198&amp;postID=1401046621291809159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/1401046621291809159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/1401046621291809159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-tempo-mais-um-ano-que-finda.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213384740826770918</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/_TPUxt-eyAkQ/SVBUM3QL1CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aZ-ntO_hcyg/S220/Imagem+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916093040986959198.post-3171508154270869645</id><published>2008-12-21T23:32:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:52:15.803-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tu carregas meu nome - A herança dos filhos de nazistas notórios&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;de Norbet &amp;amp; Stephan Lebert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Serifa BT;"&gt;Depois de inúmeros estudos Wolfgan Schimdbauer chega à conclusão "profundamente injusta" de que é muito mais fácil para o criminoso do campo de concentração ou para o empreiteiro que construiu os campos e lucrou com a morte de milhares de trabalhadores indefesos negar a culpa, afastar os escrupulos e levar uma vida normal como pai de família respeitado pelos filhos do que para as vítimas que muitas vezes têm enormes sentimentos de culpa pelo simples fato de terem sobrevivido. Schimdbauer sustenta que os criminosos apenas precisam lidar com o medo de serem flagrados e condenados. A explicação psicólogica é que o criminoso se realiza através de seu ato, enquanto a vítima é interrompida em tudo aquilo que ainda quer realizar. Em outras palavras, mais cínicas: o ato se torturar causa bem menos efeitos colaterais do que o fato de ser torturado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em 1959 o jornalista alemão Norbert Lebert entrevistou filhos e filhas de nazistas como Rudolf Hess, Martin Bormann, Hermann Goring, Heirinch Himmler, Baldur von Schirach e Hans Frank. 40 anos depois, seu filho Stephan refaz os contatos e publica um ótimo livro em que conta como essas crianças cresceram e viveram carregando essa herança.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ouvindo e chegando no fim do livro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edith Piaf - Non, je ne regret rien.mp3&lt;/b&gt;&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/2916093040986959198-3171508154270869645?l=orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3171508154270869645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916093040986959198&amp;postID=3171508154270869645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/3171508154270869645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/3171508154270869645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/tu-carregas-meu-nome-herana-dos-filhos.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213384740826770918</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/_TPUxt-eyAkQ/SVBUM3QL1CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aZ-ntO_hcyg/S220/Imagem+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916093040986959198.post-1278195123378810954</id><published>2008-12-18T00:01:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:08:49.655-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Re.Re.Re.Início&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Após longo e tenebroso inverno, voltei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Voltei a Blogar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Voltei a estudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Acabei o 2º Grau em 1989.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vou fazer História em 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Putaquelospare, 20 anos. Sempre que alguém me perguntava porque não fazia uma faculdade, eu pensava que não ía adiantar muita coisa. E também não sabia muito bem o que poderia fazer. Pensava em informática, jornalismo, publicidade. Dae que o tempo passou e acabei não fazendo nada. Até que levei um &lt;i&gt;sacode&lt;/i&gt; há um ano e revendo minha vida, concluí que precisava fazer alguma coisa. Estava totalmente perdido até entrar num site e olhar a grade de cursos. Quando vi &lt;u&gt;História&lt;/u&gt; foi amor a primeira vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Já começa bem com o fato de ter que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;pagar janeiro e fevereiro e só começar a estudar em março...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ouvindo e acreditando que no final vale a pena:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Rappa - Fininho da vida.mp3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2916093040986959198-1278195123378810954?l=orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1278195123378810954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916093040986959198&amp;postID=1278195123378810954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/1278195123378810954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/1278195123378810954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/rerereincio.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213384740826770918</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/_TPUxt-eyAkQ/SVBUM3QL1CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aZ-ntO_hcyg/S220/Imagem+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916093040986959198.post-3258781904057856068</id><published>2008-11-27T14:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:52:02.644-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A volta dos que não foram...&lt;br /&gt;Após longo e tenebroso inverno, resolvi voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não sei muito bem porque/pra quê...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916093040986959198-3258781904057856068?l=orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3258781904057856068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916093040986959198&amp;postID=3258781904057856068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/3258781904057856068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916093040986959198/posts/default/3258781904057856068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orecheiodahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/11/volta-dos-que-no-foram.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213384740826770918</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/_TPUxt-eyAkQ/SVBUM3QL1CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aZ-ntO_hcyg/S220/Imagem+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
