<?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-8670341394920223161</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:09:08.180Z</updated><title type='text'>ENTRE ASPAS</title><subtitle type='html'>Um cantinho para guardar frases ou pensamentos... interessantes, engraçados, etc...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citacoeseafins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670341394920223161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citacoeseafins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kalua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465045208055571513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6322/997875538468369/220/z/61217/gse_multipart9888.png'/></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-8670341394920223161.post-7421199910754729908</id><published>2007-06-21T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:00:38.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>guerra dos sexos</title><summary type='text'>as mulheres são como o café... junta-se-lhes leite e sai garoto!nunca confie num homem que diz que em casa manda ele... provavelmente ele também mente sobre outras coisas!se o homem soubesse o valor que tem a mulher, ficaria de joelhos à sua frente.o casamento é um relacionamento a dois, no qual, um está sempre certo e o outro...é o marido!a diferença entre uma mulher sozinha num circo e uma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citacoeseafins.blogspot.com/feeds/7421199910754729908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670341394920223161&amp;postID=7421199910754729908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670341394920223161/posts/default/7421199910754729908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670341394920223161/posts/default/7421199910754729908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citacoeseafins.blogspot.com/2007/06/guerra-dos-sexos-para-eles.html' title='guerra dos sexos'/><author><name>me myself &amp;amp; I</name><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-8670341394920223161.post-1695393321062347293</id><published>2007-06-21T11:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T11:27:58.508Z</updated><title type='text'>para os amores</title><summary type='text'>O amor é uma bebedeira estupenda! O pior é a ressaca...O teu amor faz-me voar! Teu, Piloto.Nem todas as estrelas estão no céu. Tu estás aqui!Este beijo estava pendurado à tua espera.Este sítio está mais bonito... Foste tu que chegaste!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citacoeseafins.blogspot.com/feeds/1695393321062347293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670341394920223161&amp;postID=1695393321062347293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670341394920223161/posts/default/1695393321062347293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670341394920223161/posts/default/1695393321062347293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citacoeseafins.blogspot.com/2007/06/para-os-amores.html' title='para os amores'/><author><name>me myself &amp;amp; I</name><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-8670341394920223161.post-6726080469200014049</id><published>2007-06-21T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:26:49.495+01:00</updated><title type='text'>para os amigos</title><summary type='text'>"Para achar um amigo é preciso fechar um olho; para conservá-lo é preciso fechar os dois" Norman Douglas"Um amigo é uma pessoa com a qual se pode pensar em voz alta" Ralph Waldo Emerson</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citacoeseafins.blogspot.com/feeds/6726080469200014049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670341394920223161&amp;postID=6726080469200014049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670341394920223161/posts/default/6726080469200014049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670341394920223161/posts/default/6726080469200014049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citacoeseafins.blogspot.com/2007/06/para-amar.html' title='para os amigos'/><author><name>me myself &amp;amp; I</name><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-8670341394920223161.post-4516104846783053625</id><published>2007-06-21T10:57:00.061+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:03:45.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>para reflectir</title><summary type='text'>"Mil modos há de consolar o homem probo e dulcificar-lhe as penas; mas não há um só de consolar um perverso. São os maus como moscas que percorrem o corpo dum homem e só se quedam nas pústulas" La Bruyère, Jean de"Tudo o que é grande no mundo em que vivemos provém dos neuróticos" Proust, Marcel"Todo o progresso baseia-se num desejo inato e universal, da parte de todo o organismo, de viver além </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citacoeseafins.blogspot.com/feeds/4516104846783053625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670341394920223161&amp;postID=4516104846783053625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670341394920223161/posts/default/4516104846783053625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670341394920223161/posts/default/4516104846783053625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citacoeseafins.blogspot.com/2007/06/para-pensar.html' title='para reflectir'/><author><name>me myself &amp;amp; I</name><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-8670341394920223161.post-7271423514886614178</id><published>2007-06-21T10:57:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:40:14.483Z</updated><title type='text'>para rir</title><summary type='text'>o trabalho fascina-me tanto que chego a ficar parado, a olhar para ele, sem conseguir fazer nada!o sexo é como a matemática... somam-se 2 pessoas, subtraem-se as roupas, dividem-se as pernas e... espera-se que não haja multiplicação!o beijo é como o ferro de engomar... pega-se por cima e aquece em baixo!a diferença entre um homossexual e um heterossexual é que... o homossexual está rodeado de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citacoeseafins.blogspot.com/feeds/7271423514886614178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670341394920223161&amp;postID=7271423514886614178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670341394920223161/posts/default/7271423514886614178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670341394920223161/posts/default/7271423514886614178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citacoeseafins.blogspot.com/2007/06/para-rir.html' title='para rir'/><author><name>me myself &amp;amp; I</name><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-8670341394920223161.post-1209347409536794843</id><published>2007-06-21T10:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:45:52.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diversos/Curiosidades</title><summary type='text'>"Sempre presente : O GATO. Porquê o gato? Porque, tal como o artista, ele é o símbolo da independência, do mistério, da auto-suficiencia e da Liberdade." Elza Filipa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citacoeseafins.blogspot.com/feeds/1209347409536794843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8670341394920223161&amp;postID=1209347409536794843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670341394920223161/posts/default/1209347409536794843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8670341394920223161/posts/default/1209347409536794843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citacoeseafins.blogspot.com/2007/06/introduo.html' title='Diversos/Curiosidades'/><author><name>me myself &amp;amp; I</name><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>
