<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:10:40.540-07:00</updated><category term='tio patinhas'/><category term='big brother'/><title type='text'>MALDADE</title><subtitle type='html'>Só atinjo  a noção do Mal através do Bem e vice versa</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-3377597710941984632</id><published>2007-05-15T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T09:33:35.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FBZoSkZeEU/RkngQwapTcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HWTsccWZnlQ/s1600-h/BB.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064825834434022850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FBZoSkZeEU/RkngQwapTcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HWTsccWZnlQ/s400/BB.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8FBZoSkZeEU/RkngDAapTbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sG0EHBXQSCc/s1600-h/15-09-06Gazania.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064825598210821554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8FBZoSkZeEU/RkngDAapTbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sG0EHBXQSCc/s400/15-09-06Gazania.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor deve ser vista com um olhar terno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um sorriso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo flores, em praga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre poderei arrancá~las.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É nisto que diferimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na maneira de olhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E de ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-3377597710941984632?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/3377597710941984632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/3377597710941984632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2007/05/uma-flor-deve-ser-vista-com-um-olhar.html' title=''/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FBZoSkZeEU/RkngQwapTcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HWTsccWZnlQ/s72-c/BB.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-117128178394567998</id><published>2007-02-12T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T06:44:45.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tio patinhas'/><title type='text'>Quem é o tio Patinhas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/510/4158/1600/275416/tio%20Patinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/510/4158/320/468756/tio%20Patinhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(In Wikipédia) Patinhas McPato ou Patinhas McPatinhas, conhecido como Tio Patinhas), é uma personagem escocesa de ficção criado por &lt;a title="Carl Barks" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Barks"&gt;Carl Barks&lt;/a&gt;. Sua primeira aparição em &lt;a title="Banda Desenhada" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banda_Desenhada"&gt;quadrinhos&lt;/a&gt; se deu em &lt;a title="Dezembro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dezembro"&gt;dezembro&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a title="1947" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1947"&gt;1947&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Carl Barks deu a Patinhas uma ética definitiva consoante com a era em que construiu sua fortuna. É óbvio que a criação de Barks &lt;strong&gt;é avessa à desonestidade na busca do dinheiro.&lt;/strong&gt; O Patinhas de Don Rosa é uma caricatura do original de Barks, mostrando muito mais freqüentemente a raiva, a malícia e a violência em resposta às situações. Quando os produtores dos estúdios Disney contemplaram pela primeira vez fazer um desenho animado de Patinhas nos &lt;a title="Anos 50" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anos_50"&gt;anos 50&lt;/a&gt;, os diretores não tiveram nenhuma compreensão do caráter de Patinhas McPato: simplesmente o viram como uma versão de Ebenezer Scrooge, um personagem pouco simpático. &lt;strong&gt;No fim, arquivaram a idéia porque um pato que só era louco por dinheiro não era engraçado o bastante&lt;/strong&gt;. Muitos dos quadrinhos europeus de Patinhas também tenderam à comédia.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Rivais_e_inimigos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rivais e inimigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Mac Mônei" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mac_M%C3%B4nei"&gt;Mac Mônei&lt;/a&gt; --- Pão-duro que é o segundo pato mais rico do mundo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Patacôncio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patac%C3%B4ncio"&gt;Patacôncio&lt;/a&gt; --- Outro milionário, que era mimado quando criança;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Maga Patalójika" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maga_Patal%C3%B3jika"&gt;Maga Patalójika&lt;/a&gt; --- Bruxa que vive à beira do vulcão &lt;a title="Vesúvio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ves%C3%BAvio"&gt;Vesúvio&lt;/a&gt; e é louca pela &lt;a title="Moedinha número 1" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moedinha_n%C3%BAmero_1"&gt;moedinha número 1&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Irmãos Metralha" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irm%C3%A3os_Metralha"&gt;Irmãos Metralha&lt;/a&gt; --- Grupo de ladrões que vivem tentando roubar a Caixa-Forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-117128178394567998?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/117128178394567998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/117128178394567998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2007/02/quem-o-tio-patinhas.html' title='Quem é o tio Patinhas?'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-116791191968785901</id><published>2007-01-04T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T04:06:41.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifesto Dada(Hugo Ball, 1916)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/510/4158/1600/224496/Dietmar%20Madona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/510/4158/320/798031/Dietmar%20Madona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;em&gt;I shall be reading poems that are meant to dispense with conventional language, no less, and to have done with it. Dada Johann Fuchsgang Goethe. Dada Stendhal. Dada Dalai Lama, Buddha, Bible, and Nietzsche. Dada m'dada. Dada mhm dada da. It's a question of connections, and of loosening them up a bit to start with. I don't want words that other people have invented. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the words are other people's inventions. I want my own stuff, my own rhythm, and vowels and consonants too, matching the rhythm and all my own. If this pulsation is seven yards long, I want words for it that are seven yards long. Mr Schulz's words are only two and a half centimetres long.&lt;/span&gt;»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wiki&lt;/em&gt; -HBall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-116791191968785901?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116791191968785901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116791191968785901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2007/01/manifesto-dadahugo-ball-1916.html' title='Manifesto Dada(Hugo Ball, 1916)'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-116611435346092860</id><published>2006-12-14T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T08:51:18.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crónica do dia a dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Leio o jornal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Boa notícia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Procuradores resistem em participar nas listas da Federação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Concluo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tudo caminha para a ordem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Exemplos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-As câmaras podem passar a ser geridas por hospitais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-O poder local está mais feliz que todos os governos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-Criada a entidade reguladora da corrupção social (ERCS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-A ERCS fica de olho no desporto (incluída a assinatura grátis para ver os jogos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Medito: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No Natal vence sempre o Bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pois a atmosfera está cheia de sininhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As Nossas Senhores dos Presépios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Espalhados pela cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lançam seus olhos pios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aos nossos corropios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O menino Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2007 anos depois (mais 33)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;volta a perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Todas a maldades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span 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Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-116611435346092860?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116611435346092860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116611435346092860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2006/12/crnica-do-dia-dia_14.html' title='crónica do dia a dia'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-116593944605479312</id><published>2006-12-12T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T09:24:05.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>á arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/510/4158/1600/297236/cavalo??rabedagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este “poemeto”&lt;br /&gt;Expressão lírica liofilizada&lt;br /&gt;É dedicado a ti&lt;br /&gt;E à tua Galeria d `Arte&lt;br /&gt;Na Blogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia, mau dia, o que quiser&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã há mais do mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Se houver!&lt;br /&gt;Sorte, Oh! Sorte&lt;br /&gt;Miúda,&lt;br /&gt;Desnorte&lt;br /&gt;Vem brincar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Trás na tua mão&lt;br /&gt;O pedaço de lua&lt;br /&gt;crua&lt;br /&gt;Que ontem deixaste, amigo&lt;br /&gt;Amiga,&lt;br /&gt;Como quiser&lt;br /&gt;Espalhado na rua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-116593944605479312?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116593944605479312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116593944605479312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2006/12/arte-da-gi-cavalo-rabe-dela.html' title='á arte'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-116481391368907911</id><published>2006-11-29T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T07:25:14.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ver Tropa</title><content type='html'>“Francisco Tropa (Lisboa, 1968) tem vindo a construir, desde o início da década de 1990, uma obra singular e inclassificável, de grande complexidade, atenta aos fenómenos sensíveis e à experiência de percepção. Nesta exposição, o artista apresenta uma instalação e dois filmes. Imagens e referências de origens muito diversas, a que não são alheios ecos de trabalhos seus anteriores e da história da arte, se associam numa invocação do mistério da vida e do acto criativo. Em vários momentos, a instalação irá funcionar como dispositivo cénico, entendido por analogia com a mecânica invisível do aparelho fotográfico, para uma performance em que perante os nossos olhos se desenrola o mistério do nascimento da imagem.”&lt;br /&gt;De Culturgest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-116481391368907911?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116481391368907911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116481391368907911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2006/11/ver-tropa.html' title='Ver Tropa'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-116438895311428238</id><published>2006-11-24T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:22:33.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>exposição Alvaro Lapa</title><content type='html'>Lisboa -Museu da Cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obras com Palavras e Paisagístiscas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-116438895311428238?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116438895311428238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116438895311428238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2006/11/exposio-alvaro-lapa.html' title='exposição Alvaro Lapa'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-116421066232153404</id><published>2006-11-22T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T04:18:43.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estado de espírito</title><content type='html'>A memória do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;saltou do livro&lt;br /&gt;onde estava desalinhada&lt;br /&gt;numa página descuidada&lt;br /&gt;lida, numa só de mão!&lt;br /&gt;Então, olhei para esse rosto&lt;br /&gt;a voar, de ontem, para hoje,&lt;br /&gt;que numa reviravolta apressada,&lt;br /&gt;caiu da folha, para o chão&lt;br /&gt;sem salvação,&lt;br /&gt;partindo-se em mil bocados,&lt;br /&gt;como a onda do mar&lt;br /&gt;quando à areia se faz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-116421066232153404?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116421066232153404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116421066232153404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2006/11/estado-de-esprito.html' title='Estado de espírito'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-116404323762532694</id><published>2006-11-20T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T09:20:37.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy e seus gatos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/1600/andyWarhol,Selfportraitgatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/320/andyWarhol%2CSelfportraitgatos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/1600/AndyWarhol,selfportrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/320/AndyWarhol%2Cselfportrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoretrato de Andy e seus gatos ( à esquerda)&lt;br /&gt;Um objecto muito comum pintado por um ser pouco comum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-116404323762532694?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/feeds/116404323762532694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37080314&amp;postID=116404323762532694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116404323762532694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116404323762532694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2006/11/andy-e-seus-gatos.html' title='Andy e seus gatos'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-116377884836292536</id><published>2006-11-17T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T07:54:08.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mercado em alta:Andy Warhol (1928-1987)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/1600/Andyvaca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/320/Andyvaca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/1600/AndyWarholbanana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/320/AndyWarholbanana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/1600/AndyWarhol,Mao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/320/AndyWarhol%2CMao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Warhol( 1928-1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mercado de arte agita-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O retrato de Mao Tsé-Tung, por ele pintado em 1972, foi vendido pela Christie`s, em NY, por 13,5 milhões de euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy, artista americano “avant-gard” fundador da Pop Art, movimento que agitou os US na década de 50: pintava quadros comuns, uma banana, Cambell`s Soup , gato (s) porco, vaca, etc.( em si, ícones “não poderosos”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São célebres os seus retratos de Marilyn Monroe, Elvis, Elizabeth Taylor, Jackie Kennedy ( em si, os ícones do poder) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odiava hospitais e médicos e morreu aos 58 anos com um ataque cardíaco, num, ou de um, hospital ( talvez ambas as coisas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-116377884836292536?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/feeds/116377884836292536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37080314&amp;postID=116377884836292536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116377884836292536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116377884836292536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2006/11/mercado-em-altaandy-warhol-1928-1987.html' title='mercado em alta:Andy Warhol (1928-1987)'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-116359524762921713</id><published>2006-11-15T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:54:07.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monet (1840-1926)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/1600/Monetautoretrato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/320/Monetautoretrato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jean-Monet (1840-1926)&lt;br /&gt;Autoretrato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em baixo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Senhora à espera"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Representa Camillle Douceux com quem Monet se casou em 1866.&lt;br /&gt;Jean Monet tentou o suicídio, em 1868.&lt;br /&gt;Camille morre em 1883. Foi celebrizada no quadro " La femme à la Robe Verte" que trouxe o reconhecimento a Monet.&lt;br /&gt;Casa em 1892 com Alice Hoshedé.&lt;br /&gt;Pinta os efeitos de luz com pinceladas rápidas e fortes, caracteristicas do estilo impressionista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-116359524762921713?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/feeds/116359524762921713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37080314&amp;postID=116359524762921713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116359524762921713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116359524762921713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2006/11/monet-1840-1926.html' title='Monet (1840-1926)'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-116300528653410730</id><published>2006-11-08T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:07:57.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>floral</title><content type='html'>Uma mentira piedosa é como uma coisa pagã&lt;br /&gt;Tipo quisto sebáceo&lt;br /&gt;Já que revela um total desprezo pelo enganado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde se encaixa o tipo mentira–do-casamento?&lt;br /&gt;Na mentira piedosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O outro lado das mentiras-do-casamento&lt;br /&gt;Assemelha-se à mentira – Gang&lt;br /&gt;Porque o ” Ex”&lt;br /&gt;Torna-se&lt;br /&gt;Puta/gay&lt;br /&gt;Ou&lt;br /&gt;Vice-Versa&lt;br /&gt;Ou coisa nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que romântico,&lt;br /&gt;Aroma a café da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Espalha-se pelo ar um doce floral!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-116300528653410730?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/feeds/116300528653410730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37080314&amp;postID=116300528653410730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116300528653410730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116300528653410730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2006/11/floral.html' title='floral'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-116298293863048952</id><published>2006-11-08T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:04:06.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oração pagã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/1600/monetjardins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/320/monetjardins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Creio no incrível, nas coisas assombrosas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na ocupação do mundo pelas rosas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creio que o Amor tem asas de ouro. Ámen"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natália Correia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-116298293863048952?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/feeds/116298293863048952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37080314&amp;postID=116298293863048952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116298293863048952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116298293863048952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2006/11/orao-pag.html' title='oração pagã'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-116283399480907350</id><published>2006-11-06T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T02:52:42.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rosas, meus senhores</title><content type='html'>Salvem-nos da Maldade de Portugal!!!&lt;br /&gt;Já ouvi dizer isto, muitas e muitas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Há dez anos plantei pés de rosas.&lt;br /&gt;No meu jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Cresceram.&lt;br /&gt;Deram o mais lindo roseiral.&lt;br /&gt;Brancas&lt;br /&gt;trigres, dentadas&lt;br /&gt;rosas, rosas, muitas rosas!&lt;br /&gt;Para além de me deleitarem&lt;br /&gt;Um dia pensei:vou ofereder um lindo botão de r0sa a quem provar merecê-lo!&lt;br /&gt;As rosas ainda lá estão, virgens de sentimentos humanos&lt;br /&gt;desde que as plantei.&lt;br /&gt;Quedas&lt;br /&gt;pensativas,&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o seu destino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-116283399480907350?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/feeds/116283399480907350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37080314&amp;postID=116283399480907350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116283399480907350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116283399480907350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2006/11/rosas-meus-senhores.html' title='rosas, meus senhores'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37080314.post-116257556830349650</id><published>2006-11-03T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:39:28.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem-vindos</title><content type='html'>Bem vindos &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/4158/400/mapaportugal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Aqui é calmo. Aqui é turbulento. Depende dos dias.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37080314-116257556830349650?l=hassukapa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/feeds/116257556830349650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37080314&amp;postID=116257556830349650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116257556830349650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37080314/posts/default/116257556830349650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hassukapa.blogspot.com/2006/11/bem-vindos.html' title='Bem-vindos'/><author><name>Hassukapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308020756855766696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
