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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUABQHgyfyp7ImA9WhRbGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346088281863105780</id><updated>2012-02-10T16:15:51.697-02:00</updated><category term="romance" /><category term="casa" /><category term="auto-conhecimento" /><category term="ônibus" /><category term="falar" /><category term="baixada" /><category term="poesia" /><category term="pistom" /><category term="solidão" /><category term="visão" /><category term="personalidade" /><category term="música" /><category term="ego" /><category term="amor" /><category term="ouvir" /><category term="paixão" /><category term="bike" /><category term="bicicleta" /><category term="conto" /><category term="trompete" /><category term="janela" /><category term="comunicação" /><category term="amigo" /><category term="egoísmo" /><category term="violão" /><category term="escutar" /><category term="ouvido" /><category term="instrumento" /><category term="visões" /><category term="olhar" /><category term="trabalho" /><title>Observa Ação e Inércia</title><subtitle type="html">Tudo e outras coisas.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Wendell Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107706400069619690852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gdV_-H2usxA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABj8/BlTOahvcSlU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ObservaAoEInrcia" /><feedburner:info uri="observaaoeinrcia" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcASHY8fip7ImA9WhRbGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346088281863105780.post-1052270111237373147</id><published>2012-02-10T12:08:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:10:49.876-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-10T12:10:49.876-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="olhar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personalidade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ego" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="auto-conhecimento" /><title>Dupla</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1052270111237373147/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/2012/02/dupla.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346088281863105780/posts/default/1052270111237373147?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346088281863105780/posts/default/1052270111237373147?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ObservaAoEInrcia/~3/ZFxqNEliepY/dupla.html" title="Dupla" /><author><name>Wendell Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107706400069619690852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gdV_-H2usxA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABj8/BlTOahvcSlU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NyLwkYX5ayQ0SN6BhpvSWQkQT2I/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NyLwkYX5ayQ0SN6BhpvSWQkQT2I/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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Existe um eu dentro de cada um de nós



que ele sim, conhece-te melhor que a vós

que a ele sim, conhece a verdade



Nós não,

não sabemos bem o que e quem somos

por causa dele mesmo

ele nos confunde



As vezes ele aparece,

as vezes nos damos conta que somos nós quem aparecemos de vez em quando,

as vezes nos damos conta que ele quem está sempre na ativa



O gostoso é sentir esse eu &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ObservaAoEInrcia/~4/ZFxqNEliepY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/2012/02/dupla.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ASHg-eip7ImA9WhRbGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346088281863105780.post-3235855619620612999</id><published>2012-01-13T00:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:09:09.652-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-10T12:09:09.652-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><title>Bela</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/feeds/3235855619620612999/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/2012/01/bela.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346088281863105780/posts/default/3235855619620612999?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346088281863105780/posts/default/3235855619620612999?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ObservaAoEInrcia/~3/v60Xf4xaCaE/bela.html" title="Bela" /><author><name>Wendell Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107706400069619690852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gdV_-H2usxA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABj8/BlTOahvcSlU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n5fAud6QcJa2mGcyPLC-F5EdCFc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n5fAud6QcJa2mGcyPLC-F5EdCFc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n5fAud6QcJa2mGcyPLC-F5EdCFc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n5fAud6QcJa2mGcyPLC-F5EdCFc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Que a vida seja bela

mas não boba



Que seu sorriso seja você escancarada

mas não tola&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ObservaAoEInrcia/~4/v60Xf4xaCaE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/2012/01/bela.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ECRXcyfSp7ImA9WhRbGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346088281863105780.post-2232585498412907312</id><published>2011-10-16T22:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T15:41:04.995-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-10T15:41:04.995-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bike" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bicicleta" /><title>Cyclophonica</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/feeds/2232585498412907312/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/2011/10/me-deparei-com-uma-coisa-incrivel-que.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346088281863105780/posts/default/2232585498412907312?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346088281863105780/posts/default/2232585498412907312?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ObservaAoEInrcia/~3/FqMc-S81_Rw/me-deparei-com-uma-coisa-incrivel-que.html" title="Cyclophonica" /><author><name>Wendell Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107706400069619690852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gdV_-H2usxA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABj8/BlTOahvcSlU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p7-eg_KoZZWZvpC2I1TJj-zl4i8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p7-eg_KoZZWZvpC2I1TJj-zl4i8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p7-eg_KoZZWZvpC2I1TJj-zl4i8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p7-eg_KoZZWZvpC2I1TJj-zl4i8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     Hoje me deparei com uma coisa incrível, que eu, desconhecendo, fiquei impressionadíssimo com a capacidade criativa das pessoas dessa cidade. 
     Chegando na Lapa vi um grupo de ciclistas reunidos, não, era um bloco de carnaval se concentrando para um ensaio, não, eram alguns músicos segurando uns instrumentos enquanto pedalavam, que nada!! Era um pessoal que estava tocando e pedalando! &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ObservaAoEInrcia/~4/FqMc-S81_Rw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/2011/10/me-deparei-com-uma-coisa-incrivel-que.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04ERnY_fCp7ImA9WhRTGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346088281863105780.post-175681711335660211</id><published>2011-04-21T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T23:45:07.844-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-10T23:45:07.844-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="olhar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="instrumento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="casa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="visões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="violão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="visão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="janela" /><title>Da janela</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/feeds/175681711335660211/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/2011/04/impressionante-o-que-se-pode-e-nao-se.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346088281863105780/posts/default/175681711335660211?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346088281863105780/posts/default/175681711335660211?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ObservaAoEInrcia/~3/SGUwzytHFcY/impressionante-o-que-se-pode-e-nao-se.html" title="Da janela" /><author><name>Wendell Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107706400069619690852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gdV_-H2usxA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABj8/BlTOahvcSlU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTJ186gaSj8/TbDudoBtNuI/AAAAAAAABhs/HhLXMPFQYs4/s72-c/Janela%2Bde%2Bdia.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
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Impressionante o que se pode e não se pode ver de um apartamento que 'não' tem vista pra rua:



Sobrados, e de sobra grandes prédios...


Eu não vejo o que não quero ver.

E se eu quiser olho pra onde bem entender...




A lua vejo.

Vejo também o que quero ver...




Toco as visões do que quero e do que tenho na minha janela...





E sempre que eu quiser olhar e observar,



vou lá,

na &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ObservaAoEInrcia/~4/SGUwzytHFcY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/2011/04/impressionante-o-que-se-pode-e-nao-se.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYGQ3k5fyp7ImA9WhRbGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346088281863105780.post-6739449413129612658</id><published>2011-04-20T20:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:12:02.727-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-10T12:12:02.727-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="solidão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paixão" /><title>Só sozinho</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6739449413129612658/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-sozinho.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346088281863105780/posts/default/6739449413129612658?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346088281863105780/posts/default/6739449413129612658?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ObservaAoEInrcia/~3/xWx5hqoKG-M/so-sozinho.html" title="Só sozinho" /><author><name>Wendell Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107706400069619690852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gdV_-H2usxA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABj8/BlTOahvcSlU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RPNge18KNpl1zF678JBVJoncX6M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RPNge18KNpl1zF678JBVJoncX6M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Eu sozinho

sem ela

não sou só,

sou só sozinho

sou só isso.

Isso sozinho...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ObservaAoEInrcia/~4/xWx5hqoKG-M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-sozinho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYHSHg6cSp7ImA9WhRbGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346088281863105780.post-5351717111259096419</id><published>2010-09-12T23:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:12:19.619-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-10T12:12:19.619-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="música" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pistom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ônibus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amigo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trompete" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baixada" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trabalho" /><title>Bye bye estranho amigo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5351717111259096419/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/2010/09/bye-bye-estranho-amigo.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346088281863105780/posts/default/5351717111259096419?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346088281863105780/posts/default/5351717111259096419?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ObservaAoEInrcia/~3/HBC5Q_nM8uE/bye-bye-estranho-amigo.html" title="Bye bye estranho amigo" /><author><name>Wendell Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107706400069619690852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gdV_-H2usxA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABj8/BlTOahvcSlU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fOBoqBYEW0wTB5BmMeP3Rj-8e8s/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fOBoqBYEW0wTB5BmMeP3Rj-8e8s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fOBoqBYEW0wTB5BmMeP3Rj-8e8s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fOBoqBYEW0wTB5BmMeP3Rj-8e8s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Alguns muitos dias atrás, estava eu em um ônibus. Seguia o ônibus, estrada adiante, e de repente, não mais que isso, senta-se ao meu lado um, tal como eu, passageiro. Inquieto, demonstra-se logo. E falante, em seguida a um que seria meu mais breve comentário sobre algo que acabara de quase acontecer, nada demais, apenas um suposto quase abalroamento, 'dana-se' a falar e a falar. 



Sobretudo é &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ObservaAoEInrcia/~4/HBC5Q_nM8uE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/2010/09/bye-bye-estranho-amigo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYMR38-fCp7ImA9Wx5XE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346088281863105780.post-5697997128600302672</id><published>2009-11-14T03:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T11:13:06.154-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-13T11:13:06.154-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="egoísmo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ouvido" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escutar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ouvir" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="falar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comunicação" /><title>O primeiro</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5697997128600302672/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wendellobservacao.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-primeiro.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346088281863105780/posts/default/5697997128600302672?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346088281863105780/posts/default/5697997128600302672?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ObservaAoEInrcia/~3/zoABRQaQgQE/o-primeiro.html" title="O primeiro" /><author><name>Wendell Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107706400069619690852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gdV_-H2usxA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABj8/BlTOahvcSlU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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