<?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-826288878927755249</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:11:08.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiqueoura!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ai-que-oura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826288878927755249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ai-que-oura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785008026194377521</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826288878927755249.post-5118083085489546235</id><published>2008-12-26T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:36:10.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JIMMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh09uX6cK3s/SVWUWM4ChpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4_EUeFo-gGM/s1600-h/amasjnxsas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh09uX6cK3s/SVWUWM4ChpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4_EUeFo-gGM/s320/amasjnxsas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284292846923450002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jimmy won't you please come home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where the grass is green and the buffaloes roam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Come see Jimmy your uncle Jim Your auntie Jimmie and your cousin Jim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Come home Jimmy because you need a bath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And your grandpa Jimmy is still gone daft &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now there's buffalo Jim and buffalo Jim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And Jim buffalo now didn't you know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jim Jim Jimmy its your last cigarette &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But there's buffalo piss and it's all kind of wet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jambo Jimmy you'd better hold your nose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All roads lead to roam with the buffaloes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the Buffaloes used to say be proud of your name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Buffaloes used to say be what you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Buffaloes used to say roam where you roam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Buffaloes used to say do what you do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well you've gotta have a wash but you can't clean your name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're now called Jimmy you'll be Jimmy just the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The keys are in a bag in a chest by the door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of Jimmy's friends has taken the floor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jimmy won't you please come home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where the grass is green and the buffaloes roam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear old Jimmy you've forgotten you're young &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But you can't ignore the buffalo song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the Buffaloes used to say be proud of your name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Buffaloes used to say be what you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Buffaloes used to say roam where you roam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Buffaloes used to say do what you do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you remember you're (unkown / a gnome / a Noam) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Buffaloland will be your home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Amo-vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826288878927755249-5118083085489546235?l=ai-que-oura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ai-que-oura.blogspot.com/feeds/5118083085489546235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826288878927755249&amp;postID=5118083085489546235' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826288878927755249/posts/default/5118083085489546235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826288878927755249/posts/default/5118083085489546235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ai-que-oura.blogspot.com/2008/12/jimmy_26.html' title='JIMMY'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785008026194377521</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/_Bh09uX6cK3s/SVWUWM4ChpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4_EUeFo-gGM/s72-c/amasjnxsas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826288878927755249.post-6687200951360059438</id><published>2008-12-01T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:42:41.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Projecto da Patrícia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh09uX6cK3s/STRoTn1OKYI/AAAAAAAAABk/aTmW9qipUg0/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh09uX6cK3s/STRoTn1OKYI/AAAAAAAAABk/aTmW9qipUg0/s320/30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274955749876705666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Patrícia tem um projecto sobre uma grande senhora. Não vale a pena falar mais, vejam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://projectoclarice.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Projecto Clarice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826288878927755249-6687200951360059438?l=ai-que-oura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ai-que-oura.blogspot.com/feeds/6687200951360059438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826288878927755249&amp;postID=6687200951360059438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826288878927755249/posts/default/6687200951360059438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826288878927755249/posts/default/6687200951360059438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ai-que-oura.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-projecto-da-patrcia.html' title='O Projecto da Patrícia'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785008026194377521</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/_Bh09uX6cK3s/STRoTn1OKYI/AAAAAAAAABk/aTmW9qipUg0/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826288878927755249.post-9147381367280017687</id><published>2008-05-17T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T06:44:09.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria das Ondinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh09uX6cK3s/SC7gyW8JDPI/AAAAAAAAABE/KBx1tE9cffU/s1600-h/meninas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201341775415414002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bh09uX6cK3s/SC7gyW8JDPI/AAAAAAAAABE/KBx1tE9cffU/s320/meninas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bacanos e bacanas, não há melhor dia para falar de ondinhas do que hoje. Toda a vida está marcada por altos e baixos, que muitas vezes se mostram inexplicáveis. Alguns explicam-nos com provérbios populares como "depois da tempestade vem a bonança", mas eu cá chamo-lhe a teoria das ondinhas! E depois existem aquelas teorias antigas que se fundem com as novas como palpites, como prolongamentos. Contudo como diz o muro da soares, já nada é como dantes, as ondinhas já não se formam com tanta beleza. As ondinhas, tão boas como as das ruffles ou até mesmo da blusa amarela de alguém, são ondinhas que nos palpitam e fascinam não pela sua mecanização mas pelo que representam. Antigamente é que era bom! Era bom? Pelo menos era natural.. Eram as Pala-pala em lugar dos doritos extra-cheese, era a Dona Rosa a descascar batata por batata manualmente para lhe dar aquele toque estaladiço em vez de uma máquina qualquer que alguém resolveu inventar... era roupa encorrilhada no chão num impulso, agora pendurada (cautelosamente para não vincar) numa qualquer cruzeta cor de rosa. Preferia que essa roupa continuasse lá pousada, no meio do rústico chão de madeira, encorrilhada, ondulando, muito mais suave e pacífica do que agora agressivamente esticada. Não pode ser, o defeito é que chama a perfeição e não vazio tão sensaborão!...Não quero cruzetas, quero uma cama com lençóis frescos, brancos, reluzentes espalhados em cima de um doce colchão da molex! Preferia a naturalidade do ontem, à tentativa da perfeição de hoje. Agora tudo tende a ser perfeito, mas não sabem que a maior imperfeição fazia o verdadeiro sabor da vida. Quase comparado a um crocante bocado de batata que se desfazia na tua boca, com todo o seu sal botado com amor, onde as migalhas caiam na tua camisola encorrilhada, ondulada naturalmente, provavelmente sem os vincos da engomadeira, sem os traços modernizadores da rigidez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos então á conclusão que somos todos influenciados pelo mecânico, que já pouco existe da simplicidade do natural, da vida intensiva. Vivemos dias a correr, capitalizados por stress, por problemas e mais problemas e esquecemo-nos daquilo que realmente importa; Viver. Tal e qual como as ondinhas, já não controlamos o corte, há quem corte por nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(texto escrito com estas duas meninas numa noite em que não tinhamos disposição para sentimentalismos. Gosto muito de vocês!)&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/826288878927755249-9147381367280017687?l=ai-que-oura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ai-que-oura.blogspot.com/feeds/9147381367280017687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826288878927755249&amp;postID=9147381367280017687' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826288878927755249/posts/default/9147381367280017687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826288878927755249/posts/default/9147381367280017687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ai-que-oura.blogspot.com/2008/05/teoria-das-ondinhas.html' title='Teoria das Ondinhas'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785008026194377521</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/_Bh09uX6cK3s/SC7gyW8JDPI/AAAAAAAAABE/KBx1tE9cffU/s72-c/meninas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826288878927755249.post-3552406493183762235</id><published>2008-02-24T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T07:03:43.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mickey - Minnie, I want the divorce.&lt;br /&gt;Minnie - What?? Are you fuckin' crazy??&lt;br /&gt;Mickey - No, I'm fuckin' Daisy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826288878927755249-3552406493183762235?l=ai-que-oura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ai-que-oura.blogspot.com/feeds/3552406493183762235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826288878927755249&amp;postID=3552406493183762235' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826288878927755249/posts/default/3552406493183762235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826288878927755249/posts/default/3552406493183762235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ai-que-oura.blogspot.com/2008/02/mickey-minnie-i-want-divorce.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785008026194377521</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-826288878927755249.post-1298899210285846344</id><published>2007-11-18T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:12:30.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTROL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://caffeine-headache.net/blog3/control_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://caffeine-headache.net/blog3/control_big.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarde de cinema: CONTROL + Elizabeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826288878927755249-1298899210285846344?l=ai-que-oura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ai-que-oura.blogspot.com/feeds/1298899210285846344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826288878927755249&amp;postID=1298899210285846344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826288878927755249/posts/default/1298899210285846344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826288878927755249/posts/default/1298899210285846344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ai-que-oura.blogspot.com/2007/11/control.html' title='CONTROL'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785008026194377521</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-826288878927755249.post-9143538877082315175</id><published>2007-10-25T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T13:57:09.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Fundo manda</title><content type='html'>Fui obrigada a fazer este blog.&lt;br /&gt;O Fundo "manda"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826288878927755249-9143538877082315175?l=ai-que-oura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ai-que-oura.blogspot.com/feeds/9143538877082315175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826288878927755249&amp;postID=9143538877082315175' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826288878927755249/posts/default/9143538877082315175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826288878927755249/posts/default/9143538877082315175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ai-que-oura.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-fundo-manda.html' title='O Fundo manda'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785008026194377521</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
