<?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-3923413629316371559</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:30:25.924-07:00</updated><category term='Incubus - Wish you were here'/><category term='Protege-moi  - Placebo'/><title type='text'>Trozos de Papel ao Sol</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M a r i n h a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750441170666779607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSL24N005I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dwpRDSCZPm8/S220/1423423.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-3923413629316371559.post-8154084851365951533</id><published>2008-05-16T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:10:13.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olores da Infancia e deshumanizacion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SC33jTlQo-I/AAAAAAAAABI/WzU-y-RMHtA/s1600-h/P1070822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201085330606826466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SC33jTlQo-I/AAAAAAAAABI/WzU-y-RMHtA/s320/P1070822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O Outro día ocorreu algo que nom me ocorría dende fai xa tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Tivem esta sensación de que por milésimas de segundo percibim um cheiro que me trasportou dum xeito case inmediato á minha infancia, um olor que fixo que pola minha cabeza pasaran mil cousas unha tras outra en cuestión disso, de segundos.&lt;br /&gt;E Porque volo conto? pois sinceiramente nom o sei, dim que se te pasa algo e nom lhe-o contas a nimguem é coma se nom tivese acontecido, quem sabe. Cada vez me sinto máis independente e presinto que dalgún máis deshumanizada, cada vez me importan menos as ofensas ou as tonterías dun mundo sumamente inmaduro. Isto nom ven moito a conto pero é algo do que também cavilei bastante. Cada vez me importa menos todo, porque basta que sexas amavel com alguém para que te tome de estúpida, nom temos porque dar explicaçons de nada do que facemos nacemos e morremos "livres".&lt;br /&gt;Assim que nada Por min coma se o mundo cercano se lía a hostias , nom podo permitir que me importe e me preocupe todo. Pero isso sim , que nom toquem as cousas que me importan e que nom perturben a minha tranquilidade como penso que eu fago día a día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero Hoje estou feliz, porque Anna tem os vos de Helsinki a Corunha e em cuestión de semanas estará aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tentando comprender puntos da psicoanalise de Freud] &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/3923413629316371559-8154084851365951533?l=breteminha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/feeds/8154084851365951533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923413629316371559&amp;postID=8154084851365951533' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/8154084851365951533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/8154084851365951533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/2008/05/olores-da-infancia-e-deshumanizacion.html' title='Olores da Infancia e deshumanizacion.'/><author><name>M a r i n h a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750441170666779607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSL24N005I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dwpRDSCZPm8/S220/1423423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SC33jTlQo-I/AAAAAAAAABI/WzU-y-RMHtA/s72-c/P1070822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923413629316371559.post-3579054830261617421</id><published>2008-05-04T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T04:40:03.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incubus - Wish you were here'/><title type='text'>No estoy de acuerdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SB2fzw4FFJI/AAAAAAAAABA/D2UHtperSqM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196485256697681042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SB2fzw4FFJI/AAAAAAAAABA/D2UHtperSqM/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De Corunha a Porto haberá máis ou menos umhas 3 horas de viagem em coche. Em Todo esse recorrido tivem tempo para pensar. Quedam soamente 2 meses para que começe o verám e joba semelha que foi onte Nadal. Odio ter esa sensación de que o tempo se me escapa e nom poder facer nada. Por umha parte admito que sempre estamos desexando que chegue umha data futura... Pero por outra da-me mágoa que todo se vaia tam rápido, ás veces nom te da tempo a acostumar-te. Odio os cambios bruscos, Odio nom ter um periodo de adaptaçom antes. Odio as cousas que están lonxe do meu alcance e o tempo é umha delas. Estes temas deixan-me com moi mal corpo, pensar que cando todo se remate xa está, pero bom nom imos rompernos a cabeça com isto, inda nos queda moito , e imos vivi-lo como é debido :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponho um tema de Silvia Penide, tem umha letra realmente bonita, agardo que vos guste :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rebentaba - Silvia P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rebentaba, de ganas de abrazarte justo cuando&lt;br /&gt;salías de puntillas de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Sin darme tiempo para acostumbrarme&lt;br /&gt;Me quedaban,&lt;br /&gt;un par de cosas que decirte todavía&lt;br /&gt;pero creo, que no las oirías&lt;br /&gt;ni aun gritando con la fuerza de un león.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambios, a la fuerza no me gustan&lt;br /&gt;yo lo odio&lt;br /&gt;no estoy de acuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;para mi, aun no era el momento&lt;br /&gt;Giran , en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;como locos los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;apareciendo a cada instante indiscretos...&lt;br /&gt;Rompiendome el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soy mala,&lt;br /&gt;no soy todo lo que dices es mentira&lt;br /&gt;Creo que aun puedo mirarme y ser yo misma&lt;br /&gt;tu intenta hundirme un poco más&lt;br /&gt;que aunque rebiente&lt;br /&gt;de ganas de abrazarte justo cuando&lt;br /&gt;salías de puntillas de mi vida... No voy a dar ni un paso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambios a la fuerza no me gustan&lt;br /&gt;yo lo odio&lt;br /&gt;no estoy de acuerdo... Para mi, aun no era el momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Os cuento un detalle curioso? Una vez salía a pasear a Lama al parque de al lado de mi casa y estaba escuchando esta canción y justo voy, y me encuentro cruzando a mi lado a Silvia Penide XD]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923413629316371559-3579054830261617421?l=breteminha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/feeds/3579054830261617421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923413629316371559&amp;postID=3579054830261617421' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/3579054830261617421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/3579054830261617421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-estoy-de-acuerdo.html' title='No estoy de acuerdo'/><author><name>M a r i n h a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750441170666779607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSL24N005I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dwpRDSCZPm8/S220/1423423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SB2fzw4FFJI/AAAAAAAAABA/D2UHtperSqM/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923413629316371559.post-4622896088384952517</id><published>2008-04-27T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T10:41:40.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Protege-moi  - Placebo'/><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBS6c4N008I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZyuvKoVoa7k/s1600-h/YOUTUBEEEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193981275554501570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBS6c4N008I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZyuvKoVoa7k/s320/YOUTUBEEEE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracias, por todo.&lt;br /&gt;A veces la gente tiene una percepción diferente de las personas y una vez las conoce se da cuenta del gran fallo cometido. No Soy perfecta. Doy gracias a todos aquellos que han perdonado mis errores a lo largo de todo este tiempo, doy las gracias a quien me ha arrancado una sonrisa en un momento de inestabilidad. Doy las gracias a las palabras bonitas que he recibido durante todo este tiempo. Doy las gracias por mis amigos, que son lo más valioso que he tenido nunca. Doy las gracias por mi familia que me va visto desde que nací hasta ahora.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que en momentos he sido una persona complicada y doy las gracias a quien intentó entenderme a quien conoció mis errores y aprendió a convivir con ellos. Por todos los días que vivimos juntos , todos nuestros temas de conversacion, nuestros recuerdos y nuestras noches.&lt;br /&gt;Doy las gracias por el mundo que me ha proporcionado la música, por los momentos que he vivido creandola y escuchandola, por la gente que he conocido y que me han servido de gran ayuda. Pero yo no siempre olvido y no siempre perdono. No olvido la soberbia ni la hipocresía. No olvidaré las palabras que me hicieron daño ni cada una de las putadas que la gente se dedica a hacer.&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi balanza es positiva, tengo una visión positiva de mi vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923413629316371559-4622896088384952517?l=breteminha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/feeds/4622896088384952517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923413629316371559&amp;postID=4622896088384952517' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/4622896088384952517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/4622896088384952517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/2008/04/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>M a r i n h a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750441170666779607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSL24N005I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dwpRDSCZPm8/S220/1423423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBS6c4N008I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZyuvKoVoa7k/s72-c/YOUTUBEEEE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923413629316371559.post-7535074027854197400</id><published>2008-04-27T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T09:03:31.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSdX4N007I/AAAAAAAAAAw/SDzgICW_1Rc/s1600-h/5+enero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193949303817950130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSdX4N007I/AAAAAAAAAAw/SDzgICW_1Rc/s320/5+enero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are so depressed&lt;br /&gt;I feel the question Of your loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Confide... 'cause I'll be on your side&lt;br /&gt;You know I will,&lt;br /&gt;you know I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X Girlfriend called me up&lt;br /&gt;Alone and desperate&lt;br /&gt;On the prison phone&lt;br /&gt;They want... to give her 7 years&lt;br /&gt;For being sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you&lt;br /&gt;Hurt by the cold&lt;br /&gt;So hard and lonely too&lt;br /&gt;When you don't know yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are so distressed&lt;br /&gt;And standing on&lt;br /&gt;The brink of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;No words... I know of to express&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me taught by tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Release is peace&lt;br /&gt;I heard a little girl&lt;br /&gt;And what she said&lt;br /&gt;Was something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;To give... your love&lt;br /&gt;No matter what &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923413629316371559-7535074027854197400?l=breteminha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/feeds/7535074027854197400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923413629316371559&amp;postID=7535074027854197400' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/7535074027854197400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/7535074027854197400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-friends.html' title='My Friends'/><author><name>M a r i n h a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750441170666779607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSL24N005I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dwpRDSCZPm8/S220/1423423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSdX4N007I/AAAAAAAAAAw/SDzgICW_1Rc/s72-c/5+enero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923413629316371559.post-7032494219235634457</id><published>2008-04-27T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T08:11:15.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu.</title><content type='html'>Sem mascaras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923413629316371559-7032494219235634457?l=breteminha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/feeds/7032494219235634457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923413629316371559&amp;postID=7032494219235634457' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/7032494219235634457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/7032494219235634457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/2008/04/eu.html' title='Eu.'/><author><name>M a r i n h a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750441170666779607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSL24N005I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dwpRDSCZPm8/S220/1423423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923413629316371559.post-2445959513367318322</id><published>2008-04-27T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T07:48:34.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crónica de una Muerte anunciada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSSFIN006I/AAAAAAAAAAo/AV5xt4q9c54/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193936887067497378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSSFIN006I/AAAAAAAAAAo/AV5xt4q9c54/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si, verdaderamente pensé que este trocito de mundo iría muriendo poco a poco, me propongo que dure lo máximo posible. Nos pasa tantas veces, no sabemos que poner ni que decir. Tenemos las ideas clara en nuestra mente pero llevarlas a los demás es complicado. Ultimamente he tenido tiempo para pensar muchas cosas, Tengo tantas palabras buenas como malas, tantas noticias alegres como incómodas. El mundo es un lugar caótico, lo destrozamos poco a poco y no sé si verdaderamente nos estamos dando cuenta. Pero luego está el daño que nos hacemos unos a otros, la soberbia, las malas contestaciones, la envidia, el Odio. Creo que hoy tampoco os aporto nada que no hayais visto .&lt;br /&gt;Tampoco quiero empezar con mensajes catastrofistas ni visiones pésimas del mundo, porque no es así. Simplemente hagamos que nuestra vida no se reduzca a un minimo cubiculo. Nuestras miradas alcanzan mucho más de lo que podemos imaginar. Y si queremos , estamos a tiempo de cambiar muchas cosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que esto no se muera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923413629316371559-2445959513367318322?l=breteminha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/feeds/2445959513367318322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923413629316371559&amp;postID=2445959513367318322' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/2445959513367318322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/2445959513367318322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/2008/04/crnica-de-una-muerte-anunciada.html' title='Crónica de una Muerte anunciada'/><author><name>M a r i n h a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750441170666779607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSL24N005I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dwpRDSCZPm8/S220/1423423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSSFIN006I/AAAAAAAAAAo/AV5xt4q9c54/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923413629316371559.post-432437065457929352</id><published>2008-04-06T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T08:14:44.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogos sobre a Retrospección e a Deuda co tempo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/R_jodrVn1EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GsJA6x-GteM/s1600-h/1185362814_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186150567464391746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/R_jodrVn1EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GsJA6x-GteM/s320/1185362814_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No todas las cosas suceden por algo determinado, hay cosas que suceden porque si, y no podemos remediarlo, y pararse a pensar en lo qué pudimos o no hacer no sirve de nada, porque una vez que el reloj se mueve, una vez que la aguja más pequeña se desplaza de manera insignificante o de forma imperceptible, ese momento nunca más se volverá a repetir, nunca, así que pensar en algo a lo que no podremos volver o en algo de lo que no tenemos forma humana de remediar o arreglar, significa una pérdida de tiempo que se va acumulando en nuestra deuda pendiente con el. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/xxx_bretema_xxx/20354857"&gt;http://www.fotolog.com/xxx_bretema_xxx/20354857&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fai que a túa vida cobre sentido, escapa das catro paredes, sae, rie corre, berra e persegue todos os sonhos, porque este é o momento, o momento de facer que as nossas vidas pagem a pena. ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923413629316371559-432437065457929352?l=breteminha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/feeds/432437065457929352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923413629316371559&amp;postID=432437065457929352' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/432437065457929352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/432437065457929352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/2008/04/dialogos-sobre-retrospeccin-e-deuda-co.html' title='Dialogos sobre a Retrospección e a Deuda co tempo.'/><author><name>M a r i n h a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750441170666779607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSL24N005I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dwpRDSCZPm8/S220/1423423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/R_jodrVn1EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GsJA6x-GteM/s72-c/1185362814_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923413629316371559.post-7209590617289736982</id><published>2008-04-04T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:04:20.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Obxecto em Discordia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/R_aW57Vn1DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z7odVGUy0dk/s1600-h/PARA+BLOH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185497942888797234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/R_aW57Vn1DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z7odVGUy0dk/s320/PARA+BLOH.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Querido Blog :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje Começo esta minha aventura , desexade-me sorte.&lt;br /&gt;Agardo gustar, requetegustar!, crear debate, polémica [si, porque nom?], facer chorar[tampouco em esceso eh] e rir [ Isso moito moito ] por igual, dando lugar a cento vinte mil puntos de vista diferentes, todo menos a indiferencia. Assim que sem liar-me moito máis.&lt;br /&gt;Que melhor maneira de começar que cumha bonita frase de Françoise Segan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sólo cerrando las puertas detrás de uno se abren ventanas hacia el porvenir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3923413629316371559-7209590617289736982?l=breteminha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/feeds/7209590617289736982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923413629316371559&amp;postID=7209590617289736982' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/7209590617289736982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923413629316371559/posts/default/7209590617289736982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breteminha.blogspot.com/2008/04/novo-obxecto-em-discordia.html' title='Novo Obxecto em Discordia'/><author><name>M a r i n h a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750441170666779607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/SBSL24N005I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dwpRDSCZPm8/S220/1423423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IH3YFipimFQ/R_aW57Vn1DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z7odVGUy0dk/s72-c/PARA+BLOH.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
