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E miro...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Nimb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736280326406385098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lR5wQI5aUVQ/SU8MiZERrOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4kcqB01Gvc/s1600-R/1210292763_f.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</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/SuaMenteAquiPostaEmCheque" /><feedburner:info uri="suamenteaquipostaemcheque" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8CRXc7eyp7ImA9Wx5XEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288643885765507553.post-4145005942720636034</id><published>2010-09-11T02:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T02:27:44.903-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-11T02:27:44.903-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="honda" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="propaganda" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="carro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chevrolet" /><title>Propaganda Wars</title><summary>Sabemos que empresas concorrentes costumam humilhar umas as outras nas propagandas de seus produtos, certo? Então, quando a propaganda ataca de uma maneira tão clara, passa a se tornar ridiculamente séria ou ridiculamente engraçada. No caso das propagandas abaixo, optaria pela segunda opção:</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4145005942720636034/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6288643885765507553&amp;postID=4145005942720636034&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/4145005942720636034?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/4145005942720636034?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/2010/09/propaganda-wars.html" title="Propaganda Wars" /><author><name>Nimb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736280326406385098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lR5wQI5aUVQ/SU8MiZERrOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4kcqB01Gvc/s1600-R/1210292763_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MNRHg4eyp7ImA9Wx5RGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288643885765507553.post-2575354967440586263</id><published>2010-08-27T00:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:58:15.633-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-27T00:58:15.633-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Volta" /><title /><summary>Após um hiato (limpando as teias de aranha), deixei isso aqui limpo de novo, mas deixarei os posts teen antigos, só pra me castigar hahahahEnfim, to de volta. Assim que possível, colocarei idéias aqui novamente :)</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2575354967440586263/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6288643885765507553&amp;postID=2575354967440586263&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/2575354967440586263?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/2575354967440586263?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/2010/08/apos-um-hiato-limpando-as-teias-de.html" title="" /><author><name>Nimb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736280326406385098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lR5wQI5aUVQ/SU8MiZERrOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4kcqB01Gvc/s1600-R/1210292763_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUINQ3s-cSp7ImA9WxdQEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288643885765507553.post-1927084603828767978</id><published>2008-06-09T13:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:53:12.559-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-10T01:53:12.559-03:00</app:edited><title>Tópico a tópico</title><summary>- Tem gente que SIMPLESMENTE NÃO MERECE O NIMB QUE TEM.- Uma outra prova de uma suspeita minha veio a tona dia 6. E isso me entristece muito.- Às 2 horas e 51 minutos da manhã do dia 7 de junho fiquei com o coração batendo tão fraco que se eu dormisse, acredito que não acordaria mais. Não não não, o abstrato não, apenas o físico mesmo. O abstrato até tentou nesta semana, mas a minha suspeita de </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1927084603828767978/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6288643885765507553&amp;postID=1927084603828767978&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/1927084603828767978?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/1927084603828767978?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/tem-gente-que-simplesmente-no-merece-o.html" title="Tópico a tópico" /><author><name>Nimb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736280326406385098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lR5wQI5aUVQ/SU8MiZERrOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4kcqB01Gvc/s1600-R/1210292763_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkACQ3s-fSp7ImA9WxdREE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288643885765507553.post-3292960589416456870</id><published>2008-05-29T00:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:12:42.555-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-29T00:12:42.555-03:00</app:edited><title>Eu?</title><summary>Surgi do nada. Afugentei quem mal te quis, aproximei quem bem te quis. E agora que está bem o bastante, voou com outro para que eu possa surgir do nada para outra pessoa, assim seguindo sempre sozinho. E de tanto surgir para quem assim precisa, um dia surgirei para o horizonte eterno, onde nunca mais verão aquele que um dia já fez tanto impacto em sua vida quanto eventos recorrentes.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3292960589416456870/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6288643885765507553&amp;postID=3292960589416456870&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/3292960589416456870?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/3292960589416456870?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu.html" title="Eu?" /><author><name>Nimb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736280326406385098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lR5wQI5aUVQ/SU8MiZERrOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4kcqB01Gvc/s1600-R/1210292763_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUNQ3ozeip7ImA9WxdTEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288643885765507553.post-8256328612868859852</id><published>2008-05-05T18:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:34:52.482-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-05T18:34:52.482-03:00</app:edited><title>Sobre sexta passada</title><summary>O segundo dia deste mês foi, no mínimo, um dia de amor/ódio. Ou melhor, proveito/indiferença.E um dos fatos que ocorreu, o mais notável (para se ver como que hoje foi "empolgante"... =P) foi que estava eu e uns amigos numa pizzaria perto daqui, quando tomado por um profundo tédio e pela observação de uma menina bonita perto da nossa mesa, decidi mostrar pra um amigo meu uma frase que tenho em </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8256328612868859852/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6288643885765507553&amp;postID=8256328612868859852&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/8256328612868859852?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/8256328612868859852?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/sobre-sexta-passada.html" title="Sobre sexta passada" /><author><name>Nimb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736280326406385098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lR5wQI5aUVQ/SU8MiZERrOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4kcqB01Gvc/s1600-R/1210292763_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYMR3szfip7ImA9WxZXEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288643885765507553.post-4869610095632044905</id><published>2008-02-27T14:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:26:26.586-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-27T14:26:26.586-03:00</app:edited><title>É, 470 milhões de reais....</title><summary>"Casal levou US$ 275 milhões em loteria !!!                                               - Netos vão ganhar ''todos os presentes que quiserem'', disse o avô. Casal americano faturou prêmio equivalente a R$ 470 milhões.- O casal que levou a bolada de US$ 275 milhões (equivalente a R$ 470 milhões) já sabe quais serão as primeiras providências após ganhar o prêmio na loteria: deixar o trailer onde </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4869610095632044905/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6288643885765507553&amp;postID=4869610095632044905&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/4869610095632044905?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/4869610095632044905?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/2008/02/470-milhes-de-reais.html" title="É, 470 milhões de reais...." /><author><name>Nimb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736280326406385098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lR5wQI5aUVQ/SU8MiZERrOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4kcqB01Gvc/s1600-R/1210292763_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EGSXoyeCp7ImA9WxZTFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288643885765507553.post-3172061004418489768</id><published>2008-01-16T15:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T15:47:08.490-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-16T15:47:08.490-02:00</app:edited><title>Dois poemas novos?</title><summary>Sim!Na verdade, semi novos... =PAmbos não tem título, pela minha "grande" vontade de botar títulos nos textos que escrevo."Mas assim, louvar a única?Uma forma de inquietaçãoAlgo que me transformaTalvez seja meu coraçãoLogo assim de repente? Minha mente em contradição!Um espanto, um absurdo, um paradoxo! " "Tal como Camões a caracterizou Assim como ela tinha que serPois sinto tal absurdo ou </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3172061004418489768/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6288643885765507553&amp;postID=3172061004418489768&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/3172061004418489768?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/3172061004418489768?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/2008/01/dois-poemas-novos.html" title="Dois poemas novos?" /><author><name>Nimb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736280326406385098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lR5wQI5aUVQ/SU8MiZERrOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4kcqB01Gvc/s1600-R/1210292763_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkADSH46fCp7ImA9WB9aEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288643885765507553.post-4111883135626436869</id><published>2007-12-31T13:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T13:26:19.014-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-31T13:26:19.014-02:00</app:edited><title>Mais uma antiga</title><summary>Esses versos são curtos, antigos e sem título. Se puder me sugerir um bom título pra ele, agradeço :)Certa vez encontrei um sábioE ele veio me alertarQue o homem só será humanoQuando ele souber amar.E isso me faz um humanoPor mais que seja um enganoPois quanto mais o amor conheçoMenos humano pareço</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4111883135626436869/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6288643885765507553&amp;postID=4111883135626436869&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/4111883135626436869?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/4111883135626436869?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/2007/12/mais-uma-antiga.html" title="Mais uma antiga" /><author><name>Nimb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736280326406385098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lR5wQI5aUVQ/SU8MiZERrOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4kcqB01Gvc/s1600-R/1210292763_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4MQ30-fyp7ImA9WB9UFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288643885765507553.post-2835068205047977938</id><published>2007-12-13T21:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:09:42.357-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-13T22:09:42.357-02:00</app:edited><title>Mandar tudo pra lá!</title><summary>É, é... Ao menos o blog atualiza... Mesmo que de tempos em tempos remotos... :PEnfim, depois de uns fatos e uns eventos (até o de anime! LOL), decidi que ficar correndo atrás dessas coisas q estão indiferentes ao q eu já senti, msm alheias aos fatos, digo o seguinte:- Me desculpa, menina Vanessa. Você é uma pessoa muito bacana, mas por tantos e tantos motivos, acredito que esteja tentando me </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2835068205047977938/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6288643885765507553&amp;postID=2835068205047977938&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/2835068205047977938?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/2835068205047977938?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/2007/12/mandar-tudo-pra-l.html" title="Mandar tudo pra lá!" /><author><name>Nimb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736280326406385098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lR5wQI5aUVQ/SU8MiZERrOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4kcqB01Gvc/s1600-R/1210292763_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUFRX0yfyp7ImA9WB9QEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288643885765507553.post-2946804822519295484</id><published>2007-10-21T21:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:10:14.397-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-21T21:10:14.397-02:00</app:edited><title /><summary>Um post de um tópico de uma comunidade muito falsa.O tópico da comunidade Homem Romântico = Lenda.Link: http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=37428612&amp;tid=2550526722702976395&amp;na=2&amp;nst=38"Hum...Não só a mulher, mas assim o homem tbm.Ambos são insatisfeitos, enquanto na posição de seres humanos.Digo eu, todo romântico que está nesta situação de fraqueza é corruptível, assim como todo "canalha" é </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2946804822519295484/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6288643885765507553&amp;postID=2946804822519295484&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/2946804822519295484?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/2946804822519295484?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/2007/10/um-post-de-um-tpico-de-uma-comunidade.html" title="" /><author><name>Nimb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736280326406385098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lR5wQI5aUVQ/SU8MiZERrOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4kcqB01Gvc/s1600-R/1210292763_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4GQHk-cSp7ImA9WB9TEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288643885765507553.post-6837612455119425397</id><published>2007-09-17T06:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T06:55:21.759-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-17T06:55:21.759-03:00</app:edited><title>Feliz aniversário, Douglas</title><summary>Houve uma festa, num lugar paralelo ao tempo-espaço, onde muitos dos os que estavam nela eram grandes filósofos. Grandes figurões da filosofia como Sócrates, Glauco, Platão, Kierkegaard e Kant estavam presentes, assim como outras célebres figuras da ciência e da arte, como Leonardo Da Vinci e Einstein.Enquanto Sócrates falava sobre o quanto o aniversariante merecia a grande festa, Glauco </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6837612455119425397/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6288643885765507553&amp;postID=6837612455119425397&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/6837612455119425397?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/6837612455119425397?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/2007/09/feliz-aniversrio-douglas.html" title="Feliz aniversário, Douglas" /><author><name>Nimb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736280326406385098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lR5wQI5aUVQ/SU8MiZERrOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4kcqB01Gvc/s1600-R/1210292763_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDSX06eSp7ImA9WB9SFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288643885765507553.post-72185633701733644</id><published>2007-05-21T15:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T01:31:18.311-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-04T01:31:18.311-03:00</app:edited><title>Ao próprio...</title><summary>" Demasiadamente iludido o nobre cruzado, não via que a bela princesa de alma pura já estava à espera de um outro cavaleiro. Infeliz cruzado, que em sua jornada muitos salvou, mas quase nada recebeu. Se sacrificar pelo próximo o mata lentamente, e assim será até todos o consumir lentamente, como um cigarro que é tragado aos poucos. Pobre cruzado, onde apesar de ter aprendido muito na vida em tão </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/72185633701733644/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6288643885765507553&amp;postID=72185633701733644&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/72185633701733644?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/72185633701733644?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/2007/05/demasiadamente-iludido-o-nobre-cruzado.html" title="Ao próprio..." /><author><name>Nimb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736280326406385098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lR5wQI5aUVQ/SU8MiZERrOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4kcqB01Gvc/s1600-R/1210292763_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UAQnk6fSp7ImA9WBFREEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288643885765507553.post-5415529931950226504</id><published>2007-02-22T00:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:54:03.715-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-02-21T18:54:03.715-02:00</app:edited><title>Primeiro post? Sim</title><summary>Entenda que... Nem sempre nos apegamos à primeira vista por acaso... E nem sempre devemos sofrer por isso... Algo além de nossas compreensões, mas que nos conforta mesmo tendo a ignorância intelectual como resposta para a grante pergunta. Isto que nos confunde, aquece e , por muitas vezes, machuca nosso coração... Engraçado sentir dor nele, mesmo que não esteja ferido fisicamente. Ao sentir tal </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5415529931950226504/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6288643885765507553&amp;postID=5415529931950226504&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/5415529931950226504?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288643885765507553/posts/default/5415529931950226504?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nimbkaos.blogspot.com/2007/02/primeiro-post-sim.html" title="Primeiro post? Sim" /><author><name>Nimb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05736280326406385098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lR5wQI5aUVQ/SU8MiZERrOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L4kcqB01Gvc/s1600-R/1210292763_f.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>

