<?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-7169032</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:36:10.248-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Observacoes</title><subtitle type='html'> Um dia ele encarou o espelho e percebeu que o mundo nada mais é do que sensações que se refletem em sua mente.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7169032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Observador</name><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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7169032.post-108958564676191975</id><published>2004-07-11T19:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T19:40:46.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova casa!!!!!</title><content type='html'>                  &lt;br /&gt;                        http://observar.zip.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7169032-108958564676191975?l=observar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7169032.post-108897489324534515</id><published>2004-07-04T17:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T10:05:37.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando pensei que conhecia o pequeno,&lt;br /&gt;Algo menor existia&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao menor, achei que era supremo&lt;br /&gt;E seu oposto surgia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A natureza nunca se cansa&lt;br /&gt;De surpreender a sabedoria humana&lt;br /&gt;Na sua infinita dança&lt;br /&gt;Só ela é soberana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da ciência surgiu o pequeno&lt;br /&gt;Do pequeno surgiu a parte&lt;br /&gt;Da parte surgiu o veneno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que ponto poderei ser íntimo&lt;br /&gt;Deste conhecimento sem arte&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz sentir cada vez mais ínfimo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7169032-108897489324534515?l=observar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observar.blogspot.com/feeds/108897489324534515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7169032&amp;postID=108897489324534515' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7169032/posts/default/108897489324534515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7169032/posts/default/108897489324534515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observar.blogspot.com/2004/07/quando-pensei-que-conhecia-o-pequeno.html' title=''/><author><name>Observador</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7169032.post-108897435973319400</id><published>2004-07-04T17:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T17:51:58.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu vi o mar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi o arco - íris&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi tudo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo subir com a fumaça&lt;br /&gt;E a fumaça se esvair&lt;br /&gt;Vi a chuva cair...&lt;br /&gt;Me vi longe&lt;br /&gt;Num lugar estranho&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me senti perdido&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que a cada novo canto que chego&lt;br /&gt;Me encontro um pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;Me descubro&lt;br /&gt;Me calo&lt;br /&gt;E me vejo dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou cada momento de minha história.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como Comentar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)Clique em comments;&lt;br /&gt;b)Aparecerá embaixo dos comentários a opção, post a comment, clique e aparecerá o espaço para login;&lt;br /&gt;c) Abaixo do quadro de login aparecerá o link grifado "Or post anonimously" é lá que você poderá postar;&lt;br /&gt;d) Após comentar pode clicar no botão maior, "publish your comment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7169032-108897435973319400?l=observar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observar.blogspot.com/feeds/108897435973319400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7169032&amp;postID=108897435973319400' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7169032/posts/default/108897435973319400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7169032/posts/default/108897435973319400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observar.blogspot.com/2004/07/eu-vi-o-mar-eu-vi-o-arco-ris-eu-vi-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Observador</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7169032.post-108888314034470807</id><published>2004-07-03T16:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T16:32:20.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que a música nos oferece?</title><content type='html'>Que preto que branco, que índio o quê?&lt;br /&gt;Aqui somos orientupis, ameriquitalos&lt;br /&gt;Luso - nipo - caboclos&lt;br /&gt;Somos o que somos&lt;br /&gt;Inclassificáveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Arnaldo Antunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então por que insistem nos rótulos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7169032-108888314034470807?l=observar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observar.blogspot.com/feeds/108888314034470807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7169032&amp;postID=108888314034470807' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7169032/posts/default/108888314034470807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7169032/posts/default/108888314034470807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observar.blogspot.com/2004/07/o-que-msica-nos-oferece.html' title='O que a música nos oferece?'/><author><name>Observador</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7169032.post-108791377996253435</id><published>2004-06-22T11:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T11:16:19.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Certo dia no MSN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;muito masssa nosso batepapo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;espero poder ter outros contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Pan - "I`d do anything just fo fall asleep with you" says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora que sei que o daredevil=observador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Pan - "I`d do anything just fo fall asleep with you" says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou te procurar mais vezes, posso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;intão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Pan - "I`d do anything just fo fall asleep with you" says:&lt;/strong&gt;obrigado, vc eh muito gentil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;aqui é a terra do sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Pan - "I`d do anything just fo fall asleep with you" says:&lt;/strong&gt;aqui eh a do nunca e voce eh sempre bem vindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;legal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Pan - "I`d do anything just fo fall asleep with you" says:&lt;/strong&gt;tambem gostei de falar contigo, de verdade...Engenheiro de palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;Amigos virtuais nada mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;Parece pouco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;É muito louco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Pan - "I`d do anything just fo fall asleep with you" says:&lt;/strong&gt;se eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;Parece um espelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;Uma fuga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;Alguém mais &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;No seu reflexo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;Na sua mente no seu mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;No seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;É uma invsão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;Nâo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;É um amigo virtual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;Um convidado especial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;Este poema é dedicado a este nosso momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Pan - "I`d do anything just fo fall asleep with you" says:&lt;/strong&gt;Sera que estou ganhando um poema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;feito na hora como caldo de cana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|&lt;&gt;|° says:&lt;/strong&gt;Meu caro Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Pan - "I`d do anything just fo fall asleep with you" says:&lt;/strong&gt;Obrigado pelas palavras boas de se ouvir...vc parece ser muito especial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nota: |&lt;&gt;|=Observador&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7169032-108791377996253435?l=observar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observar.blogspot.com/feeds/108791377996253435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7169032&amp;postID=108791377996253435' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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amor&lt;br /&gt;Não sente dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há diante do espelho um homem&lt;br /&gt;Há pouco&lt;br /&gt;Um observador, &lt;br /&gt;um poeta louco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há diante do espelho um cego&lt;br /&gt;Um homem rubro&lt;br /&gt;Construindo um ego&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo, se trancando&lt;br /&gt;Crescendo&lt;br /&gt;É pouco&lt;br /&gt;O espelho é louco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver é loucura&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é loucura&lt;br /&gt;O homeme é louco&lt;br /&gt;É pouco, é quase nada&lt;br /&gt;Diante do espelho há um criador&lt;br /&gt;Um deus morto&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta louco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7169032-108689642670225005?l=observar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observar.blogspot.com/feeds/108689642670225005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7169032&amp;postID=108689642670225005' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7169032/posts/default/108689642670225005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7169032/posts/default/108689642670225005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://observar.blogspot.com/2004/06/h-diante-do-espelho-uma-nudez-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Observador</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7169032.post-108610432029939150</id><published>2004-06-01T12:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T12:38:40.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que aconteceria se eu não precisasse sofrer?&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceria se eu não sentisse dor?&lt;br /&gt;E se eu fosse tão pequenininho que a morte não pudesse me encontrar?&lt;br /&gt;E seu pudesse atravessar o espelho?&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu continuaria existindo?&lt;br /&gt;E se meu mundo fosse real?&lt;br /&gt;Quem sofreria?&lt;br /&gt;Eu estaria só?&lt;br /&gt;Ou seria apenas uma ilusão?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7169032-108610432029939150?l=observar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observar.blogspot.com/feeds/108610432029939150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7169032&amp;postID=108610432029939150' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me respeite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouça meu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segure minha mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e seja meu irmão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7169032-108603399918316565?l=observar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://observar.blogspot.com/feeds/108603399918316565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7169032&amp;postID=108603399918316565' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7169032/posts/default/108603399918316565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7169032/posts/default/108603399918316565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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