<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495036</id><updated>2009-10-13T20:28:14.607-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobagens</title><subtitle type='html'>''EU NÃO QUERO TER RAZÃO, EU QUERO SER FELIZ!''</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495036/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meizinha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marisa Porto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495036.post-2486794896163881779</id><published>2008-08-17T17:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:15:53.662-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Adeus, adeusPescador não se esqueça de mimVou rezar pra ter bom tempo, meu bemPra não ter tempo ruimVou fazer sua caminha maciaPerfumada com alecrim"(Dorival Caymmi)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2486794896163881779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3495036&amp;postID=2486794896163881779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495036/posts/default/2486794896163881779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495036/posts/default/2486794896163881779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meizinha.blogspot.com/2008/08/adeus-adeus-pescador-no-se-esquea-de_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisa Porto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11160067768618243035'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsGiFR5j-Ic/SKiG00JYlYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/A3ONrtoWROQ/s72-c/IMG_0993p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495036.post-227431046054823811</id><published>2008-05-31T20:18:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:51:06.845-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que saudade de você, que saudadeOutra tarde vai morrer, outra tardeAs lembranças anoitecem mas não dormemTanto tempo entre nós um oceano(OUTRA TARDE de Marcio Proença e Marco Aurélio, gravada por Nana Caymmi)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/227431046054823811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3495036&amp;postID=227431046054823811' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495036/posts/default/227431046054823811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495036/posts/default/227431046054823811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meizinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/que-saudade-de-voc-que-saudade-outra.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisa Porto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11160067768618243035'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsGiFR5j-Ic/SEHkSDBumdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3nzQE8z1rqA/s72-c/140806-043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495036.post-1649190864679353697</id><published>2006-10-04T22:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:40:14.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de tarde</title><summary type='text'>Parque da Cidade - NiteróiCERTAS COISASNão existiria som se não houvesse o silêncioNão haveria luz se não fosse a escuridãoA vida é mesmo assim dia e noite não e simCada voz que canta o amor não diz tudo o que quer dizerTudo o cala fala mais alto ao coraçãoSilenciosamente eu te falo com paixãoEu te amo calado como quem ouve uma sinfoniaDe silêncios e de luzNós somos medo e desejo, somos feitos de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1649190864679353697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3495036&amp;postID=1649190864679353697' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495036/posts/default/1649190864679353697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495036/posts/default/1649190864679353697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meizinha.blogspot.com/2006/10/fim-de-tarde-no-parque-da-cidade-niteri.html' title='Fim de tarde'/><author><name>Marisa Porto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11160067768618243035'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495036.post-113380118126683014</id><published>2005-12-05T13:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:47:27.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>INÚTIL PAISAGEMMas pra quePra que tanto céuPra que tanto mar, Pra queDe que serve esta onda que quebraE o vento da tardeDe que serve a tardeInútil paisagemPode ser Que não venhas maisQue não venhas nunca mais(Tom Jobim)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/113380118126683014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3495036&amp;postID=113380118126683014' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495036/posts/default/113380118126683014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495036/posts/default/113380118126683014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meizinha.blogspot.com/2005/12/intil-paisagem-mas-pra-que-pra-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisa Porto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11160067768618243035'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495036.post-112843821130768666</id><published>2005-10-04T11:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:31:22.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NO REINO DAS PALAVRASFoto: http://fotolog.net/johncoxonPenetra surdamente no reino das palavras (...)Chega mais perto e contempla as palavras.Cada uma tem mil faces secretas sob a face neutrae te pergunta, sem interesse pela resposta,pobre ou terrível, que lhe deres:Trouxeste a chave?(Drummond)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/112843821130768666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3495036&amp;postID=112843821130768666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495036/posts/default/112843821130768666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495036/posts/default/112843821130768666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meizinha.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-reino-das-palavras-foto-httpfotolog.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisa Porto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11160067768618243035'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495036.post-110320941104262110</id><published>2004-12-16T13:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:12:26.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POR DO SOLPor do Sol no Terminal Hidroviário de Charitas - Niterói/RJExistem momentos que se registrados duram uma eternidade!Gosto dessa brincadeira de fazer parar o tempo...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/110320941104262110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3495036&amp;postID=110320941104262110' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495036/posts/default/110320941104262110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495036/posts/default/110320941104262110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meizinha.blogspot.com/2004/12/por-do-sol-por-do-sol-no-terminal.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisa Porto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11160067768618243035'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>