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Até sempre!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/8829189814377120259/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=8829189814377120259&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/8829189814377120259?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/8829189814377120259?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/-b7MuO0T4-o/end.html" title="The end..." /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2010/02/end.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MCQHgzcSp7ImA9WxNQEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-5737304039112078668</id><published>2009-09-17T00:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:04:21.689+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-17T02:04:21.689+01:00</app:edited><title>Receita para um serão QUASE perfeito</title><summary>Depois de mais um dia rotineiro, lembrei-me de mudar alguns planos e preparar um jantar romântico surpresa à cara metade. Ementa em mente: Fondue de carne!Vejamos o plano inicial:Passar pelo Pingo Doce para comprar os bens essenciais à realização do dito jantar;Aguardar a chegada da cara metade a casa;Vedar-lhe o acesso à cozinha, queimar um incenso e obrigá-la a descontrair no sofá;Preparar </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/5737304039112078668/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=5737304039112078668&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/5737304039112078668?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/5737304039112078668?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/sxcEo_uYcow/receita-para-um-serao-quase-perfeito.html" title="Receita para um serão QUASE perfeito" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/09/receita-para-um-serao-quase-perfeito.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IHRX45cSp7ImA9WxNREUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-7333705800592174415</id><published>2009-09-04T15:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:05:34.029+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-05T15:05:34.029+01:00</app:edited><title>Dó Ré Mi</title><summary>Música... já viram o seu poder? Algumas notas soltas e somos capazes de sorrir, saltar, dançar, rir, relaxar, pensar, chorar...  A música é um interruptor capaz de "ligar" todo o tipo de sensações e ao mesmo tempo consegue ser um refúgio acolhedor em cada fase da nossa vida. Quantos momentos não são recordados às primeiras notas de certas músicas? E juntos com eles um vendaval de sentimentos. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/7333705800592174415/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=7333705800592174415&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/7333705800592174415?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/7333705800592174415?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/9iaLiSPDjE8/do-re-mi.html" title="Dó Ré Mi" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-re-mi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cGRX87fSp7ImA9WxNSEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-228667121762497611</id><published>2009-08-24T12:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:03:44.105+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-24T14:03:44.105+01:00</app:edited><title>A mask behind the mask...</title><summary>Aqui estamos... nem anjos, nem demónios. Largados à nossa sorte, algures pelo meio, sob a bandeira do livre arbítrio. Capazes de sentir como mais nenhum ser. Capazes de actos de bondade ou de terror. Algures entre a iluminação e a loucura. Passamos os poucos dias a que temos direito nesta balança instável, influenciados e influenciando, quase sempre escondidos por detrás desta máscara de carne e </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/228667121762497611/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=228667121762497611&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/228667121762497611?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/228667121762497611?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/Az0s77QB62I/mask-behind-mask.html" title="A mask behind the mask..." /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/08/mask-behind-mask.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08HSHg_cSp7ImA9WxJWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-5336441539273955240</id><published>2009-06-16T13:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:37:19.649+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-16T13:37:19.649+01:00</app:edited><title>Conselhos de um Guru</title><summary>After Friedrich Nietzsche declared that "God is Dead" - the word FUCK has become the most important word in the English language.Osho used this sketch on the word fuck first in a talk in 1980 and repeated it again in this later talk. We have seen the original of this sketch being attributed to Jack Wagner, George Carlin and Monty Python - no one seems to be sure. "When Friedrich Nietzsche </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/5336441539273955240/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=5336441539273955240&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/5336441539273955240?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/5336441539273955240?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/ep2iDq8I5xA/conselhos-de-um-guru.html" title="Conselhos de um Guru" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/06/conselhos-de-um-guru.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04DRXwycSp7ImA9WxJWEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-1395813902241928337</id><published>2009-06-15T01:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:59:34.299+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-15T10:59:34.299+01:00</app:edited><title>Dos 8 aos 80</title><summary>Caos, revolta, submissão, opressão, desespero, medo, raiva... Todos nascem de um desequilíbrio ou desajustamento. A vida pode ser um ciclo infinito de acontecimentos mas está longe de ser um círculo perfeito. Na minha opinião "roda dentada" seria o sinónimo ideal para a definir correctamente.Quer tenhamos em conta o nosso período de vida ou o de toda a humanidade, não é difícil perceber que desde</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/1395813902241928337/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=1395813902241928337&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/1395813902241928337?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/1395813902241928337?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/UDtUORg3--w/dos-8-aos-80.html" title="Dos 8 aos 80" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/06/dos-8-aos-80.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MBSX4zeip7ImA9WxJQEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-2458075258379595834</id><published>2009-05-25T19:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:04:18.082+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-25T22:04:18.082+01:00</app:edited><title>Today I thought about...</title><summary>If romantic people are incurable It means that romanticism is a disease... right?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/2458075258379595834/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=2458075258379595834&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/2458075258379595834?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/2458075258379595834?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/g1lqqBFAgmY/today-i-thought-about.html" title="Today I thought about..." /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-i-thought-about.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEMRXk5fCp7ImA9WxJRE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-943977940337671683</id><published>2009-05-14T20:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:58:04.724+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-14T21:58:04.724+01:00</app:edited><title>Lógica pessoal</title><summary>A lógica caracteriza-se por ser domínio das ciências exactas. Irónico é darmos-lhe um uso que contrario a todos os seus fundamentos. Cada pessoa constrói uma lógica pessoal baseada nas suas próprias regras e forma de ver o mundo. A nossa mente é capaz de criar um história, um conto de fadas, um drama, uma comédia... tudo com perfeito sentido a nossos olhos, mas nem sempre aos olhos dos outros. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/943977940337671683/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=943977940337671683&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/943977940337671683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/943977940337671683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/9NEnUONaLmk/logica-pessoal.html" title="Lógica pessoal" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/05/logica-pessoal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EASH04cCp7ImA9WxJRE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-7625990278073610710</id><published>2009-05-14T12:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:54:09.338+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-14T13:54:09.338+01:00</app:edited><title /><summary>Para quê ler mentes se podemos aprender a conhecer alguém aos poucos e poucos. É muito maior o prazer de cultivar e ver crescer uma flor do que comprá-la por termo-la achado bonita...</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/7625990278073610710/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=7625990278073610710&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/7625990278073610710?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/7625990278073610710?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/6e-sMWOzga4/para-que-ler-mentes-se-podemos-aprender.html" title="" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-que-ler-mentes-se-podemos-aprender.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUINR3Y4eip7ImA9WxJSFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-3504095049143378032</id><published>2009-05-03T13:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:33:16.832+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-04T15:33:16.832+01:00</app:edited><title>Força oculta</title><summary>Se por senso comum se define "força" como a capacidade de sustentar uma grande quantidade de peso, cientificamente o conceito é mais ambíguo. Isso porque a força se divide em duas capacidades distintas. A capacidade tónica e a fásica. A primeira permite recorrer à força "bruta", isto é, erguer um objecto muito pesado poucas vezes ou fazer um sprint. A segunda consiste na capacidade de resistência</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/3504095049143378032/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=3504095049143378032&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/3504095049143378032?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/3504095049143378032?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/ndjsmpny95o/forca-oculta.html" title="Força oculta" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/05/forca-oculta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIFR3oyfip7ImA9WxJTF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-1148371047480628065</id><published>2009-04-26T13:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:21:56.496+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-26T13:21:56.496+01:00</app:edited><title>Today I thought about...</title><summary>What if selfishness and monogamy was the parents of jealousy?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/1148371047480628065/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=1148371047480628065&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/1148371047480628065?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/1148371047480628065?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/oDN798urD8c/today-i-thought-about_26.html" title="Today I thought about..." /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-thought-about_26.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8GSX44fCp7ImA9WxJTEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-2269516236687737037</id><published>2009-04-17T16:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:00:28.034+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-18T01:00:28.034+01:00</app:edited><title>Copy/Paste</title><summary>Vivemos à custa da comparação! Se a moeda é o meio de troca em qualquer transacção, a comparação é o que lhe atribui o devido valor. Nada do que existe tem um valor próprio. Somente um valor comparativo. Uma casa, um carro, um computador, um emprego... nenhum bem é estimado sozinho mas sempre em função de outros. E não ficamos só pelos bens materiais. Os sentimentos não são mais do que distinções</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/2269516236687737037/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=2269516236687737037&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/2269516236687737037?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/2269516236687737037?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/WJbgHhFjy8s/copypaste.html" title="Copy/Paste" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/04/copypaste.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMDRX87fCp7ImA9WxVaFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-8797846439460660416</id><published>2009-04-13T22:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:41:14.104+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-13T23:41:14.104+01:00</app:edited><title>Infinity of life</title><summary>Em criança perguntaram-me uma vez se sabia o que diferenciava algo vivo de algo não vivo. Recordo-me perfeitamente de ter ficado intrigado e confuso com aquela pergunta. Intrigado por nunca ter pensado nisso antes e confuso por não ter ideia da resposta. Ambas as sensações tiveram um fim assim que me disseram a resposta: "Tudo o que é vivo, respira...". Imediatamente comecei a testar essa </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/8797846439460660416/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=8797846439460660416&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/8797846439460660416?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/8797846439460660416?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/nDlHa-9-mJs/infinity-of-life.html" title="Infinity of life" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7U7wqOuGicg/SWfVyrKfxrI/AAAAAAAADFg/-IMR-1cIWac/s72-c/sopro_de_vida.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/04/infinity-of-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEARn8-eSp7ImA9WxVaEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-5763010586751182662</id><published>2009-04-05T23:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:10:47.151+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-06T11:10:47.151+01:00</app:edited><title>Today I thought about...</title><summary>Life...Nobody can ask for a happy life. Why not? Because life isn't happy or sad. We are! Just like a gun depends on the shooter to be accurate, life depends on ourselves to be whatever we want it to be..."...and in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. it's the life in your years." Abraham Lincoln</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/5763010586751182662/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=5763010586751182662&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/5763010586751182662?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/5763010586751182662?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/BgYAjfeysM0/today-i-thought-about.html" title="Today I thought about..." /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-thought-about.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UMQn0_eCp7ImA9WxVbF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-6748455044132178397</id><published>2009-04-03T14:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:28:03.340+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-03T14:28:03.340+01:00</app:edited><title>Definições</title><summary>Há bem pouco tempo a minha afilhada chegou aqui a casa e não a tendo visto há uns tempos abracei-a e disse-lhe:- O padrinho tinha saudades tuas, sabes? Com os seus 2 anos e meio  e a sua grande curiosidade perguntou-me intimidada:- O qu'é saudade, padinho? De imediato tentei procurar a definição mais correcta para elucidá-la, mas a única coisa que me ocorreu foi:- É quando uma pessoa sente falta </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/6748455044132178397/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=6748455044132178397&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/6748455044132178397?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/6748455044132178397?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/9C0GnHERfkA/definicoes.html" title="Definições" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/04/definicoes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMMQ3Y6eSp7ImA9WxVUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-8746505490522964233</id><published>2009-03-21T01:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:54:42.811Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-21T01:54:42.811Z</app:edited><title>Infinito sentimento</title><summary>São naturalmente capazes de fazer-nos perder a paciência, gritar e ficar sem voz mas a sua lealdade é incondicional e os seus sentimentos puros e livres de segundas intenções. Estão ao nosso lado nos bons ou maus momentos e os seus olhares transmitem uma expressão e sinceridade que torna qualquer palavra supérflua. Para eles não importa (mesmo)  a cor, raça, sexo, religião, idade ou doença. O seu</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/8746505490522964233/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=8746505490522964233&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/8746505490522964233?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/8746505490522964233?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/XK2rfik9pXU/infinito-sentimento.html" title="Infinito sentimento" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/03/infinito-sentimento.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcEQ3YzeSp7ImA9WxVXGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-4623894448972554320</id><published>2009-02-17T12:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:23:22.881Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-17T13:23:22.881Z</app:edited><title>O tamanho conta...</title><summary>Já repararam que entre o infinitamente grande e o infinitamente pequeno, estamos a anos-luz da média?E se algo deste tamanho:É capaz disto:Imaginem do que é capaz a nossa "pequena" estrela...</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/4623894448972554320/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=4623894448972554320&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/4623894448972554320?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/4623894448972554320?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/4Ez28WAz2p8/o-tamanho-conta.html" title="O tamanho conta..." /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-tamanho-conta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGSHo5fyp7ImA9WxVXF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-6037074879615778898</id><published>2009-02-15T21:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:35:29.427Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-15T21:35:29.427Z</app:edited><title>Lobisomens à solta</title><summary>E em ti, que efeitos tem a lua cheia?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/6037074879615778898/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=6037074879615778898&amp;isPopup=true" title="17 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/6037074879615778898?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/6037074879615778898?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/EU4_HKRzeuc/lobisomens-solta.html" title="Lobisomens à solta" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/02/lobisomens-solta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YBRHc9cCp7ImA9WxVXFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-1388790553445111450</id><published>2009-02-13T19:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:59:15.968Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-13T19:59:15.968Z</app:edited><title>O valor do inestimável</title><summary>Se fosse possível extrair e materializar os sentimentos e as emoções, quanto valeria uma dose de alegria, de euforia, de paixão... e de ódio, medo ou raiva? Se bem que não existe uma classificação de bons e maus sentimentos/emoções, será que só procuraríamos os bons, caso isso acontecesse? Andaríamos viciados em alegria? Mas não serão os bons sentimentos significativos apenas pela existência dos </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/1388790553445111450/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=1388790553445111450&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/1388790553445111450?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/1388790553445111450?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/asamu1JjfxE/o-valor-do-inestimavel.html" title="O valor do inestimável" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u22/Eliseu_2007/arquivo%20do%20blog%20fotos%20videos/th_Emoticons.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-valor-do-inestimavel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAHRHwyeCp7ImA9WxVXFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-3693645159910337109</id><published>2009-02-12T19:27:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:42:15.290Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-12T19:42:15.290Z</app:edited><title>Too much for me...</title><summary>Altos... baixos... altos... baixos... altos... baixos... baixos... baixos....Serão as nossas piores fases, aquelas em que mais exigimos de nós mesmos?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/3693645159910337109/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=3693645159910337109&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/3693645159910337109?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/3693645159910337109?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/QwMB-AMYmCE/too-much-for-me.html" title="Too much for me..." /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-much-for-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ABRXw4fip7ImA9WxVXEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-4281196420736679684</id><published>2009-02-10T15:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:29:14.236Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-10T15:29:14.236Z</app:edited><title>Devaneios numéricos</title><summary>Estava eu a divagar nos meus pensamentos entre um estudo intensivo e alternado de Álgebra e Tópicos de Matemática Discreta, quando cheguei a uma conclusão: Sabiam que escolhendo dois números inteiros ao acaso, e somando os mesmos, temos 66% de hipóteses de obter um número par como resultado? No entanto a quantidade de números ímpares é igual à dos números pares. Facto curioso este... ou então sou</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/4281196420736679684/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=4281196420736679684&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/4281196420736679684?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/4281196420736679684?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/dhZXQMsC9ek/desvaneios-numericos.html" title="Devaneios numéricos" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/02/desvaneios-numericos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMDSXcyeyp7ImA9WxVXEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-2203354455238904175</id><published>2009-02-08T00:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:21:18.993Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-08T00:21:18.993Z</app:edited><title>Talento oculto...</title><summary>E se amanhã acordasses com um talento especial... um super-poder... qual gostarias que fosse?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/2203354455238904175/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=2203354455238904175&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/2203354455238904175?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/2203354455238904175?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/nG2iHJWgeZ8/talento-oculto.html" title="Talento oculto..." /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/02/talento-oculto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8GSX0_fip7ImA9WxVQGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-1762548689684279724</id><published>2009-02-05T13:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:07:08.346Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-05T14:07:08.346Z</app:edited><title>Sopro misterioso</title><summary>O vento é capaz de feitos cataclísmicos. Pode derrubar estruturas com toneladas de peso como se fossem um mero castelo de cartas ou mesmo trazer partículas solares até ao nosso planeta, viajando milhões de quilómetros. Por si só, desenha uma paisagem como um  escultor molda o barro. Tão extraordinário quanto o seu poder, será a sua misteriosa origem...Se o vento não é mais que a movimentação de </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/1762548689684279724/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=1762548689684279724&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/1762548689684279724?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/1762548689684279724?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/s3iMHMHBIzQ/sopro-misterioso.html" title="Sopro misterioso" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/02/sopro-misterioso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAAQXo8fCp7ImA9WxVXFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-7929959785791035251</id><published>2009-02-04T00:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:19:00.474Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-13T19:19:00.474Z</app:edited><title>O início depois do fim (parte 2)</title><summary>Depois de tudo estar perdido, já só temos um sentido. É quando fechamos os olhos por já nem termos a força de mantê-los abertos, que uma nova luz se acende. E aí descobrimos que afinal, o que pensamos ser um mero recanto sombrio de nós próprios, se tornou no nosso maior refúgio. Onde reinavam os pensamentos ensurdecedores de uma mente egocêntrica, domina agora a serenidade de um silêncio </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/7929959785791035251/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=7929959785791035251&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/7929959785791035251?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/7929959785791035251?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/qeNKUEuYMIo/o-inicio-depois-do-fim-parte-2.html" title="O início depois do fim (parte 2)" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-inicio-depois-do-fim-parte-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkABQno8eSp7ImA9WxVRGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23665539.post-6809373824872655929</id><published>2009-01-26T16:13:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:52:33.471Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-26T16:52:33.471Z</app:edited><title>O início depois do fim (parte 1)</title><summary>"Saber que tudo falhou é o início de uma nova viagem. Saber que "perdi tudo o que alcancei" é o início de uma nova busca de alguma coisa que não pode ser perdida. Só quando uma pessoa está completamente desiludida com o mundo e com os seus resultados, é que se torna espiritual."Extraído de "Perguntas às Suas Respostas" de Osho.Momentos existem em que nada na vida corre conforme planeado. Quando </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puqe.blogspot.com/feeds/6809373824872655929/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23665539&amp;postID=6809373824872655929&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/6809373824872655929?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23665539/posts/default/6809373824872655929?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/opuqedaquestao/~3/FqBhW_DZpWo/o-incio-depois-do-fim-parte-1.html" title="O início depois do fim (parte 1)" /><author><name>Cisne Negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083516376896647243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3kwLx3eyEo/S0R75lRQVeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/STi2NXB9-Fs/S220/smile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://puqe.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-incio-depois-do-fim-parte-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

