<?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-6987940809644699357</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:11:25.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda Falcão</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987940809644699357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Falcão''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315635225575949525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SvDJCcrnVfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YHRHdVadTlg/S220/Azuul+para+montagem.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987940809644699357.post-3476114353596290291</id><published>2009-08-24T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:40:49.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987940809644699357-3476114353596290291?l=amandafalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/3476114353596290291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987940809644699357/posts/default/3476114353596290291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987940809644699357/posts/default/3476114353596290291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Falcão''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315635225575949525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SvDJCcrnVfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YHRHdVadTlg/S220/Azuul+para+montagem.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987940809644699357.post-2429053063946969077</id><published>2009-03-07T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:17:47.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SbLxqFhK0TI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZFT7JvmuXBQ/s1600-h/flÃ¡matheu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310572615961334066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SbLxqFhK0TI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZFT7JvmuXBQ/s320/fl%C3%A1matheu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade dos meu queridos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das manhãs mais felizes da minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os dias ultimamente tem sido de dor e tristeza, refletir e pensar em tudo que tem acontecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Achei que estava numa fase tranquila, mas não estava, estava me iludindo para tentar não ver o que estava para acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiz besteiras e agora paguei por elas, mas também vejo pelo lado bom da coisa...Aprendi a não confiar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem ter o que escrever hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987940809644699357-2429053063946969077?l=amandafalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/2429053063946969077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/2009/03/saudade-dos-meu-queridos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987940809644699357/posts/default/2429053063946969077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987940809644699357/posts/default/2429053063946969077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/2009/03/saudade-dos-meu-queridos.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Falcão''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315635225575949525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SvDJCcrnVfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YHRHdVadTlg/S220/Azuul+para+montagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SbLxqFhK0TI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZFT7JvmuXBQ/s72-c/fl%C3%A1matheu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987940809644699357.post-1495719788389568960</id><published>2009-02-19T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:30:02.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>d-.-b: Raul Seixas - Ave Maria da rua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SZ2kmoz4ggI/AAAAAAAAABI/2GzPC19VUAI/s1600-h/olhinho"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304576919809327618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SZ2kmoz4ggI/AAAAAAAAABI/2GzPC19VUAI/s320/olhinho" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aqui de onde vos falo a vida continua a mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Rotina, felicidade, infelicidade, surpresas, destino... e por ai vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Texto da semana :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refletir, sonhar, imaginar, se tranportar para um mundo de fantasias e surpresas agradáveis.Estou bem assim ultimamente.Evito pensar em coisas desagradáveis, ou que possam me ferir.O que aconteceu ficou lá pelo passado, que não voltará.Tenho que parar um pouco, temo não conseguir acompanhar a vida real depois dessa 'viagem' que estou fazendo ao mundo da fantasia.Lembro que fui feliz, que tenho amigos, que sou amada e que há um mundo de coisas nesse mundo a ser exploradas.Não quero parar, quero me adiantar para as coisas boas.Feliz eu estou, e pretendo estar assim por um longo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi viver, e simplesmente viver :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Por aqui continuo a cumprir minha missão, que por enquanto é apenas viver e aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987940809644699357-1495719788389568960?l=amandafalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/1495719788389568960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/2009/02/d-b-raul-seixas-ave-maria-da-rua.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987940809644699357/posts/default/1495719788389568960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987940809644699357/posts/default/1495719788389568960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/2009/02/d-b-raul-seixas-ave-maria-da-rua.html' title='d-.-b: Raul Seixas - Ave Maria da rua.'/><author><name>Amanda Falcão''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315635225575949525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SvDJCcrnVfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YHRHdVadTlg/S220/Azuul+para+montagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SZ2kmoz4ggI/AAAAAAAAABI/2GzPC19VUAI/s72-c/olhinho' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987940809644699357.post-4174327584731830863</id><published>2009-02-18T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:57:21.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"O meu amor já te fez tremer, meu bem..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SZxLzhKzq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/vnRqDcbaB58/s1600-h/Amanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304197809584712562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SZxLzhKzq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/vnRqDcbaB58/s320/Amanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudades de algumas pessoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso vê- las, não aguento mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha vida ta assim, um turbilhão de coisas na minha cabeça, e eu não posso conversar com ninguém, porquê a quem convém não posso falar pela distância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou contente que algumas coisas tenham se aprumado na minha vida, mas triste pois vejo que outras ainda estão para ser aprumadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A escrita não me faz mais tanto gosto, quero o contato físico que é muito importante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No mais, quero viver =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987940809644699357-4174327584731830863?l=amandafalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/4174327584731830863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-meu-amor-ja-te-fez-tremer-meu-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987940809644699357/posts/default/4174327584731830863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987940809644699357/posts/default/4174327584731830863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-meu-amor-ja-te-fez-tremer-meu-bem.html' title='&quot;O meu amor já te fez tremer, meu bem...&quot;'/><author><name>Amanda Falcão''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315635225575949525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SvDJCcrnVfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YHRHdVadTlg/S220/Azuul+para+montagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SZxLzhKzq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/vnRqDcbaB58/s72-c/Amanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987940809644699357.post-3580314450016190094</id><published>2009-02-10T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:01:52.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SZIU7w6dChI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y29fMy4MsVc/s1600-h/now+nhÃ¡Ã¡.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301322728343407122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SZIU7w6dChI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y29fMy4MsVc/s320/now+nh%C3%A1%C3%A1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A internet como instrumento de pesquisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje pesquisei sobre René Descartes. O cara era um gênio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ontem foi um dia não muito agradável para mim. É que ontem chorei e refleti muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por um lado foi um dia produtivo e bem bacana para minha vida, mas no momento estava um lixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje acordei com outra cabeça, outros ideais, outras perspectivas de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma hora eu tinha que acordar para a vida em alguns aspectos, já em outros ainda tenho tempo de esperar a vida me mostrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou feliz que tenha passado por esta fase da minha vida, o que foi muito importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje penso em um recomeço, sabendo separar bem as coisas. Agora posso dizer que tenho POUCOS amigos, mas os que tenho são valiosos, são os que preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ontem o apoio que eu procurei nem encontrei em ninguém, mas no final de tudo percebi que era disso que eu precisava, um momento para mim, para me descobrir, para poder refletir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------- x ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento classifico minha vida como um drama;&lt;br /&gt;Trilha sonora: Wado e realismo fantástico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz, me descobrindo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987940809644699357-3580314450016190094?l=amandafalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/3580314450016190094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/2009/02/internet-como-instrumento-de-pesquisa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987940809644699357/posts/default/3580314450016190094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987940809644699357/posts/default/3580314450016190094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/2009/02/internet-como-instrumento-de-pesquisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Falcão''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315635225575949525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SvDJCcrnVfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YHRHdVadTlg/S220/Azuul+para+montagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SZIU7w6dChI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y29fMy4MsVc/s72-c/now+nh%C3%A1%C3%A1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987940809644699357.post-6792969850731047509</id><published>2009-02-08T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:56:34.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu pensar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SY8phVtHO0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAjP9she5Tw/s1600-h/S5032404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300500939177147202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SY8phVtHO0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAjP9she5Tw/s320/S5032404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wado - Ode à maldade:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Uma ode ao que não é necessário&lt;br /&gt;A sofisticação de inutilidades&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos vivendo os dias, adaptando os planos&lt;br /&gt;O jogo não começa agora, está valendo há muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Desde a primeira partida, campeonato longo&lt;br /&gt;Gostamos de jogar com graça&lt;br /&gt;E, sempre que dá,&lt;br /&gt;De manter intactas as canelas dos outros&lt;br /&gt;Necessidades desnecessária."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O primeiro post no meu primeiro Blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou sem ter o que escrever, sem inspiração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precisava de um blog, pois não consigo escrever minhas coisas mais pessoais no fotolo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987940809644699357-6792969850731047509?l=amandafalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/6792969850731047509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/2009/02/meu-pensar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987940809644699357/posts/default/6792969850731047509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987940809644699357/posts/default/6792969850731047509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafalcao.blogspot.com/2009/02/meu-pensar.html' title='Meu pensar...'/><author><name>Amanda Falcão''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315635225575949525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SvDJCcrnVfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YHRHdVadTlg/S220/Azuul+para+montagem.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RZcgghWDH3M/SY8phVtHO0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAjP9she5Tw/s72-c/S5032404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
