<?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-11300015</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:50:18.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mundo e Eu</title><subtitle type='html'>Curioso por natureza. Sempre a estudar, a investigar, a escutar, a olhar, a reparar, a sentir, a viver, a cheirar... Se pudesse escolher no universo aquilo que queria ser... talvez escolhesse o 'nada', pois existe 'nada' em todo lado.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paulo Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505198648495277116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/3988/640/Eu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11300015.post-112523867906454600</id><published>2005-08-28T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T15:17:59.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickling Stomach</title><content type='html'>These are the best days in anyone’s lives&lt;br /&gt;The certainty that all will be something worth&lt;br /&gt;The consciousness awakens to a new love&lt;br /&gt;Disordered thoughts haunt you day and night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickling stomach would best describe your vision within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the planets alignment for years now&lt;br /&gt;Something real is about to take place&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia keep my nights fragmented&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your call, for a meaning&lt;br /&gt;There is no escape now,&lt;br /&gt;For all the past is oblivion and I only live the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is all so clear now&lt;br /&gt;Strange this emotions and also so familiar&lt;br /&gt;I’m going through for you, I will&lt;br /&gt;I want part in this reality I want to live on cloud nine&lt;br /&gt;Not going to be caught under the rain again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11300015-112523867906454600?l=pbarreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/feeds/112523867906454600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11300015&amp;postID=112523867906454600' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/112523867906454600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/112523867906454600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/2005/08/tickling-stomach.html' title='Tickling Stomach'/><author><name>Paulo Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505198648495277116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/3988/640/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11300015.post-112430538463559778</id><published>2005-08-17T20:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:03:04.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deception</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why do I always keep getting disillusioned? I trust people, I really do. I trust them from the bottom of my heart and I keep on getting hurt. Does God have anything particular against me? Not that I’m a religious person, but I do believe in some divine force which rules our lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, it’s about love. I don’t think nowadays people love. They don’t! Love is a lie!! A big Hollywood production lie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m cold… I think I’ll keep this way; at least I can’t get hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought’s of a sad moment in my life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11300015-112430538463559778?l=pbarreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/feeds/112430538463559778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11300015&amp;postID=112430538463559778' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/112430538463559778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/112430538463559778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/2005/08/deception.html' title='Deception'/><author><name>Paulo Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505198648495277116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/3988/640/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11300015.post-111606793603752830</id><published>2005-05-14T11:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T11:52:16.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos os dias são exactamente iguais</title><content type='html'>“Todos os dias são exactamente iguais”&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que consigo ver o futuro, pois eu repito as mesmas rotinas todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que tenho um propósito, mas talvez só seja um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha uma voz, agora nem um som faço.&lt;br /&gt;Só faço o que me mandam, mas não quero que eles voltem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias são exactamente iguais&lt;br /&gt;Não há nenhum amor aqui, e não há dor.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias são exactamente iguais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto eles a olharem-me, no caso que me perca.&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes penso que estou contente aqui, às vezes ainda finjo.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como isto começou, mas sei exactamente como irá acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerto dos líricos da música “Every Day Is Exactly The Same” dos Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu às vezes penso que consigo ver o futuro…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11300015-111606793603752830?l=pbarreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/feeds/111606793603752830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11300015&amp;postID=111606793603752830' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/111606793603752830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/111606793603752830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/2005/05/todos-os-dias-so-exactamente-iguais.html' title='Todos os dias são exactamente iguais'/><author><name>Paulo Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505198648495277116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/3988/640/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11300015.post-111368229224634136</id><published>2005-04-16T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:12:56.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambiguidade</title><content type='html'>Olá. Adeus.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou assim…ou não?&lt;br /&gt;Sou alegre, alegríssimo, triste que nem uma pedra.&lt;br /&gt;Amo o Verão no Inverno e anseio por frio no calor.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro a calmaria das planícies, mas estando numa cidade cosmopolita.&lt;br /&gt;Acordo a ver a cor branca, deito-me à cor de azul escuro.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho lindos sonhos de dia e não consigo sonhar à noite.&lt;br /&gt;Contemplo a vida, mas sou fascinado pela morte.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço amanhã, lembro-me hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Vibro com a música, mas o silêncio é de ouro.&lt;br /&gt;Sou mentiroso, mas apenas digo a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;E assim sou eu… sem saber propriamente quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá.Adeus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11300015-111368229224634136?l=pbarreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/feeds/111368229224634136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11300015&amp;postID=111368229224634136' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/111368229224634136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/111368229224634136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/2005/04/ambiguidade.html' title='Ambiguidade'/><author><name>Paulo Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505198648495277116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/3988/640/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11300015.post-111063134394611823</id><published>2005-03-12T12:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:51:38.463Z</updated><title type='text'>¿Que pasa con el mundo?</title><content type='html'>Hoy acorde y leo lo diario&lt;br /&gt;Y leo las mismas noticias de siempre&lt;br /&gt;La gente se está matando&lt;br /&gt;La gente se está muriendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Porque hay tanta guerra?&lt;br /&gt;¿Porque hay tanta pena?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que en vez de abrazarnos los unos a otros nos damos cañón&lt;br /&gt;Y olvidamos el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que pasa con el mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Que está tan inmundo&lt;br /&gt;Que está tan absurdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero libertad para todos los que están&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero la paz y el final de esta injusta guerra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Será que no hay más amor?&lt;br /&gt;¿Será que todos si callan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿No hay nadie que grite "basta"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que pasa con el mundo?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11300015-111063134394611823?l=pbarreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/feeds/111063134394611823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11300015&amp;postID=111063134394611823' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/111063134394611823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/111063134394611823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/2005/03/que-pasa-con-el-mundo.html' title='¿Que pasa con el mundo?'/><author><name>Paulo Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505198648495277116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/3988/640/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11300015.post-111038521517794930</id><published>2005-03-09T16:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-15T16:14:37.050Z</updated><title type='text'>The Down Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/3988/640/OperaHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/3988/320/OperaHouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opera House - Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps it’s true. I've been in Aussie land. Lived there quite a short time and enjoyed it every moment. Although I went there with the intentions of building up a life there, it just wasn’t quite what I thought it would be like. I loved Australia for a visit, but not for living. You really have the sensation you're far away from everything else in the world and feel you are away from civilization. Although Australia is far more advanced then Portugal, I felt like I was living in a slow motion picture while I was there. You don't have the fast living style like we do here in Europe. People like me, which love fast action lives Australia is a must NOT. Good for old folks thou. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For visitors: Sydney is one of the most beautiful cities I've ever seen. If you decide to visit Australia, keep in mind that (if, from Portugal) you will need at least 3 to 4 weeks to visit Melbourne, Sydney and up to the Gold Coast (aka Great Barrier Reef). Prices are acceptable, food is a bit expensive, and if you rent a car, watch out for the Police (they are efficient).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore into-deep questions... drop me an e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11300015-111038521517794930?l=pbarreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/feeds/111038521517794930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11300015&amp;postID=111038521517794930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/111038521517794930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/111038521517794930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/2005/03/down-under.html' title='The Down Under'/><author><name>Paulo Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505198648495277116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/3988/640/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11300015.post-111037058688832206</id><published>2005-03-09T11:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-15T16:15:32.583Z</updated><title type='text'>Prince Henry the Navigator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prince Henry the Navigator by Peter Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titulado em português de Príncipe Henrique o Navegador tenciona ser uma biografia do nosso príncipe, escrito pelo ilustre Peter Russell da universidade de Oxford.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui muito de ler livros históricos sobre um só assunto com 502 folhas. O livro é grande e maçudo, mas com o entusiasmo certo para saber mais sobre o nosso príncipe, o livro lê-se muito bem. Fica-se a saber que o nosso príncipe tem sangue britânico, tem um ódio de estima pelos castelhanos e muçulmanos, nunca foi casado, mandou colonizar a Madeira e os Açores entre outras terras mais abaixo de Marrocos e que o único interesse dele, era ele e mais ninguém. Gostei particularmente da descrição da colonização da Madeira e Açores, o mercado de escravos/produtos e da conquista de Ceuta com a frustrada tentativa de conquista de Tânger.&lt;br /&gt;Se gostas de história de Portugal, acho que é um excelente livro para ler, no entanto não sei se esta versão já existe na língua de Camões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0300091303/qid=1110369523/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/102-1724969-4828918?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Veja e/ou compre o livro online em Amazon.com&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/11300015-111037058688832206?l=pbarreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/feeds/111037058688832206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11300015&amp;postID=111037058688832206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/111037058688832206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/111037058688832206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/2005/03/prince-henry-navigator.html' title='Prince Henry the Navigator'/><author><name>Paulo Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505198648495277116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/3988/640/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11300015.post-111033595543389096</id><published>2005-03-09T02:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-15T16:16:01.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Diarios de Motocicleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diarios de Motocicleta ou na sua versão lusitana de &lt;em&gt;Diários de Che Guevara&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diários porque o filme que pretende ter a sua veracidade histórica, baseia-se em vários escritos e notas de Ernesto Guevara de la Serna foi deixando ao longo dos anos. Com direcção de Water Salles (Brasileiro), o filme fica um pouco aquém de quem está à espera de ver o Che Guevara nas revoluções pela América Latina. O filme trata o 'antes' o 'porquê' a 'justiça' ou a falta dela, o 'conhecimento', entre muitas outras dúvidas que Guevara tivera antes dos anos da revolução. Somente é mencionado no filme (se é que me recordo bem) uma vez a palavra 'comunismo'. O filme é bom para quem quererá perceber mais sobre a vida de Che Guevara, mas fiquei com a necessidade de ler mais sobre esta personagem histórica. Se bem que me recordo e do que estudei em ensino ocidental, o Che Guevara era revolcionário, comunista e basicamente não se fala muito sobre ele no ensino. Logo penso que terei de procurar algo mais sobre ele, para entender a complexidade da América Latina e as suas revoluções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up: Boa imagem, bom som, boa direcção, bons cenários, boa história, bons actores&lt;br /&gt;Down: Podiam ter aprofundado mais a condição humana, a pobreza, a tristeza, o sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link Oficial do Filme (Español) : &lt;a href="http://www.motorcyclediariesmovie.com/sp/home.html"&gt;Diarios de Motocicleta&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/11300015-111033595543389096?l=pbarreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/feeds/111033595543389096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11300015&amp;postID=111033595543389096' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/111033595543389096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/111033595543389096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/2005/03/diarios-de-motocicleta.html' title='Diarios de Motocicleta'/><author><name>Paulo Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505198648495277116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/3988/640/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11300015.post-111023919417702305</id><published>2005-03-07T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-15T16:16:48.610Z</updated><title type='text'>Harto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estoy harto!&lt;br /&gt;Estou farto, estou aborrecido. Não ter nada para fazer cansa.! E cansa muito. Mas cansa muito mais a nível psicológico. Estar à espera é irritante. E eu irrito-me com pouco. Estoy harto. Ou melhor dizendo, I'm fucking bored!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter de esperar... mais um pouco. Não há-de ser nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11300015-111023919417702305?l=pbarreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/feeds/111023919417702305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11300015&amp;postID=111023919417702305' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/111023919417702305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11300015/posts/default/111023919417702305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbarreto.blogspot.com/2005/03/harto.html' title='Harto'/><author><name>Paulo Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505198648495277116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/3988/640/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
